Soul Painter

This is the face of a monster.

Although it is still a woman's face.

But there was a lot of light flowing on her face.

It looks like a Peking Opera mask with a swimming face.

A bit of weirdness and horror were born out of thin air.

this light.

It was exactly the same as the light that tore and devoured Feng Yuan.

It is the power from the lifeless mother.

The birthless old mother is the incarnation of the One who returns all things to one.

Looking at the monster's face in the mirror, Gao Fan immediately realized that he had seen this scene in the Eternal Ice Field in the Book of the Seven Sages of the Eternal Demon.

Mao Zhou was indeed one of the "Seven Sages" recognized by the Eternal Demon.

The reason why he was able to live for 120 years and still maintain a youthful form is because Mao Zhou had long believed in the old mother of lifelessness and became a pillar attached to the one who returns everything to one.

...

At this moment, the sound of shouting and killing outside the window was loud.

The light of the torches in the hands of the bandits rolled over the once peaceful town like a sea of ​​blood.

They are the broken soldiers who were defeated on the battlefield and then fled here, they are bandits, and they are man-eating demons.

Mao Zhou's boudoir was not spared either. The footsteps of "bang bang" sounded like a horn of death. Stepping on the wooden stairs, she came to her door. The only latch could not prevent the invasion of these beasts. A well-known female fine brushwork painter in China, like other girls in the village, will fall into the hands of the defeated soldiers and fall into the endless hell. The situation is so miserable that she even wishes she was not born in this world.

Just like this country, it is full of chaos, everything is withered, there is no light ahead, but endless darkness.

But if I can't see the light, I should be the light, even if the price of this light is to burn myself...

Mao Zhouyi was born with superb painting skills, ignored foreign things, and even devoted himself to his inanimate mother to seek longevity, just to further improve his painting skills over a long period of time. He has never dreamed of painting Red Mansions and Red Mansions all his life, but at this moment, facing the war Ranbian's hometown also woke up suddenly, there is no peace in the troubled times, she should do something.

"The great lifeless old mother, I would like to feed her with my body, my body will be lit with fire, my soul will be ignited, everything will be one, and my body and mind will fall forever without regret..."

A fierce light ignited in front of Mao Zhou's eyes, and that light carried a roaring sound like a bell of a bell.

...

Oops.

late.

Gao Fan realized that he might not be able to stop Mao Zhou's alienation in time.

...

Wow!

A mass of mystery began to wash over his soul.

Sanity begins to decline.

The 'Boston City', which was the last barrier in his hall of inspiration, began to fall into a natural disaster-like collapse again.

White light with a loud noise hit the city.

Like a hurricane destroying an entire continent.

Although every street and every citizen in this city is a slightly thin barrier, when millions of people gather together, they condense into a solid embankment, resisting the mystery from the great existence. wave.

in a moment.

on this night.

Those who have slept and those who have not, 100,000 representatives of Boston families, 400,000 Bostonians, and even more than 3 million people with Boston blood have all experienced a strange dream. They saw a huge fleshy tree falling from the sky , the fleshy tree is a thousand meters high, falling from the night sky, every branch and every leaf is burning with a soul-shaking light, which makes him look like a sacred altar of light.

And when they felt fear, another wave of warmth and courage, far and near, was connected to each other in the hearts of millions of Bostonians. With a dark, crazy, and desperate black figure as the core, they converged into A huge dam as high as the sky protects everyone's soul and sanity.

we stand together...

The joy of martyrdom rose in the hearts of Bostonians.

Although this is just a dream, it is so real that when everyone talks to each other the next day, they will mention this feeling, and there will be a kind of trembling and excitement from the bottom of their hearts. Of course, that is the next day up.

tonight.

Gao Fan realized.

Although his mysticism is only 30.

But his paintings, his "Bostonians", the city of Boston in his inspiration, is not 30 points mysterious to describe its grandeur, this ceremony, this command spell, to him, is like a powerful The magic weapon that can protect his sanity from being overwhelmed by the huge mysteries from the great being.

For example, at this moment.

When analyzing the Command Spell of the One Who Turns All Things into One, his inspiration rises, and when he integrates into the process of being infused with the "light" of the One Who Turns All Things into One, if there is no Boston city in the temple of inspiration, he will definitely lose his sanity, or even fall. Below the cordon, but at this moment, it has only dropped by less than 10 points, and I have witnessed this mysterious and great process.

He saw Maozhou estranged into a tree.

A tree of flesh and blood.

She is ten meters tall, as tall as a three-story building. The light flows in her body, stretching the human skin, turning all the flesh and bones, and thus turning into a plant with light as the visible veins, and bone and flesh as the basic tissue. The blood-colored flower tree, her face was embedded in the tree, and she screamed and screamed in pain. A sharp paintbrush was hung on each branch, and the tip of the paintbrush was a brighter light.

She is so beautiful.

I have painted ladies and landscapes with fine brushwork for decades, smeared lead on countless gowns and hairpins, painted green and green on countless green mountains and green waters, but at this moment, at the cost of dedicating myself to my lifeless mother, Mao Zhou transformed himself into It has become the most magnificent and dazzling painting.

Not only beautiful, but deadly.

A few rout soldiers with guns smashed open the wooden door with the handles of their guns, and when they broke in with obscene smiles, what they saw was such an extremely mysterious flower of the light tree of good fortune. The shock and ignorance on their faces Condensed with evil, it became Mao Zhou's favorite pleasure.

The killing begins~

...

"stop!"

A mysterious voice crashed into Gao Fan's mind.

The boiling killing intent and joyful slaughter came to an abrupt end at this moment.

Mao Zhou and Gao Fan looked around in astonishment.

At this moment, the morning light shone from the eastern sky into this former Xianghe Jiangnan town.

The ground was littered with broken bricks and dead bodies.

Among the corpses were not only the defeated soldiers, but also Mao Zhou's fellow villagers and relatives.

After a night of trampling, the entire town with a history of hundreds of years is almost... dead.

It was not destroyed by military disasters.

but ruined by mystery.

"How could this happen!" Mao Zhou and Gao Fan roared angrily.

"I'm late." A young man stood in front of Gao Fan on a horse.

The sun-shaped emblem on his cap was dazzling in the early light.

Behind him is a neat formation of cavalry, there are hundreds of people.

In the eyes of Mao Zhou in the past, these troops should be an extremely powerful force capable of defending the entire town, but at this moment, Mao Zhou's perspective is enough to look down on them, not from the face on the tree, but Every branch on her tree is her eyes.

"You guys came too late!" Mao Zhou and Gao Fan yelled like weeping, "Shuai Lin...Lin Senhao! Why did you come here!"

"Shuai Lin... Lin Senhao... huh?" Gao Fan shouted, halfway through, he suddenly woke up.

"I'm sorry." Lin Senhao, who was wearing a general's uniform and holding the rein in white gloves, looked up at this magnificent magical creation, "but Ms. Mao Zhou, you should not sacrifice yourself to the one who returns everything, let him You got a pillar servant for nothing, this will not save your hometown, it will only destroy this place."

"Nonsense! What can I do!" Mao Zhou screamed in despair.

"Lin Senhao?" Gao Fan made another voice.

"Huh?" Lin Senhao was also taken aback, "Gao Fan?"

Whoosh!

Mao Zhou had already waved a large number of branches like a missile from the sky and bombarded Lin Senhao with a bright light.

Chapter 5~ Today is more than ten thousand haha