"Yes!" Madam Si and the rest said in unison.
Deaf stretched his hand out to grab the abyss of Without Embroiling City. Magic power poured out, and a stream of lava rushed into the sky. Deaf grabbed a huge brush and used the lava as ink and the ground as paper to draw on the ground like dragons and snakes.
His brush was made from the tail hair of a fire wolf that had cultivated to Spirit Connection Realm and a divine bone obtained from a ruin in Great Ruins as the shaft. Qin Mu had often played with it when he was young, but Deaf would always hit him in the palm.
The tail hair of this kind of fire wolf could bathe in flames without being injured, while the divine bone could release magic power to its heart's content and write to its heart's content!
Deaf had always been cultured and refined, even a little pedantic. Even though he had extraordinary style when he was rich, like a high and mighty prince playing around in the mortal world, he was poor when he was poor. He squatted at the corner of the street to sell paintings and didn't even dare to make a sound.
But now, as he held his pen, the tip of the pen suddenly became wild and wild. His entire person also suddenly became wild and wild. He had the unique high-spirited spirit of a scholar who was full of vigor and vigor, and his unique madness and indulgence!
"Deaf, let me help you!"
When the Butcher saw the tip of his brush, the moving brush strokes, and the painting burning in the flames, he couldn't help feeling a sense of heroism. He swung his knife to level the ground, allowing Deaf to write to his heart's content.
He used his vital qi as a pillar to stir the lava in the air so that it wouldn't freeze into stone. He recited, "His brush moves like dragons and snakes, his words overflow the river, in the prime of his youth, both virtuous and skilled! Imperial court presents a memorial, personally crowning all heroes. Who doesn't take the head of the dragon, he directly passes it off, his achievements are outstanding. "
"Yet he is the best, splashing the sky, a good reputation! Reminiscing the past, paying respects to the heavenly map of the past, Without Embroiling City today. Sighing with white hair and green robes, and creating a foreign guest. A scroll of meticulous poetry, riding the immortal wind, blowing to Peng Ying! "
"Returning to the land, burning incense and picking up beauty, becoming an old scholar!"
His poetic sentiments were unleashed, and his poem had a different heroic feeling. It spoke of Deaf's life, from the crown prince of the heavenly map, whose skills were the best among heroes and whose books spread all over the world. Now that his country was destroyed and his family was in poverty, he had to sell paintings for a living. It made people couldn't help feeling impassioned, but also the sorrowful state of mind.
"Aba!"
Mute gave a thumbs up, and a loud rumbling sound came from his dantian. It was as if the sun was burning, and the furnace behind him erupted like a volcano, pouring its blazing firepower into the magma.
Butcher used his vital qi as a pestle to stir the magma. The flames illuminated his face and chest, turning them red.
Deaf laughed loudly as though he was drunk and became more and more self-indulgent. His footsteps staggered, and his brush became more and more erratic. It was like a dragon, like a snake, like a phoenix flying, like a dragonfly skimming the water, like a baby swallow learning to fly, and like an old bull plowing.
Behind him, his primordial spirit appeared, holding the brush and painting together with him. He poured his heart's blood, writing a magnificent essay and scenery of mountains and rivers.
At the side, Qin Mu, Chancellor Ba Shan, Madam Si, and the rest were all dumbfounded.
They had never thought that Deaf, who always had a stern and honest face, would actually have such a wild and unrestrained side to him.
He used the magma as ink and the ground as paper. In a short amount of time, he had covered an area of dozens of mu with magma and flames. The painting on the ground was shrouded in the flames, and it was so dazzling that it was actually a little dazzling.
Who would have thought that an old scholar would actually have such heroic feelings in his heart?
Deaf drew non-stop, drawing heaven and earth. The sky was white, and the earth was green. He drew wind, clouds, thunder, and lightning. He drew mountains and rivers, gods and devils of different postures, and not a single one of them was the same. He drew an endless army that was austere and charging. Their steel-like tendons were sinister, and their swords were sharp and shiny.
He painted a battlefield and countless vigorous figures that were leaping up. With just a glance, Qin Mu and the rest felt as though the gods, devils, and sinister army were about to jump out of the painting!
The explosive power of the muscles, the figures that were slashing down with their swords, the lightning and thunder that were about to burst forth from the clouds, the downpour that was about to erupt, the whistling hurricanes, the devastating tornadoes, the collapsing mountains, and the boiling sea — they were all so real!
Deaf was currently drawing out a world that was surging forward with great momentum, making this world walk into reality!
Butcher's poem made his inspiration explode and his emotions surge. It stimulated the heroic feelings and the power to create in his chest. He was completely immersed in this kind of crazy creation, expressing his innermost feelings and indulging the fantasies in his heart.
After an unknown amount of time, Blind said nervously, "The army of the devil race is about to arrive! They're still a hundred miles from here! "
Deaf turned a deaf ear to him and continued to paint.
Blind frowned and said, "There's still eighty miles!"
Qin Mu raised his head to look eighty miles away. The pitch black devil qi was rushing over like black fog. His eyes opened up layers of formation markings and his heart trembled violently. He saw countless huge monsters flooding over the mountain peaks and running frantically. They waved all kinds of strange weapons and ran over with their mouths wide open.
Their clothes didn't cover their bodies and the clothes on their bodies were tattered. They didn't look like the devils of Luofu Heaven and instead looked like people who were fleeing for their lives.
Their bodies were huge and they ran as though they were flying. They had strange shapes and looked like monsters that were pieced together by different lifeforms. The muscles and organs on their bodies were rugged and deformed. They were much, much more terrifying than the devils.
Some of the monsters had heads of all kinds of races growing on their bodies and their arms were formed by countless twisted arms. Some of them were covered in white bones and looked like monsters that grew from skeletons. Some of them had eyeballs of all sizes growing on their faces while some of them were like centipedes with countless legs growing out of them.
Their weapons were also extremely primitive and they were huge bone clubs with flesh and blood. Their eyes flickered with the desire for blood as they destroyed everything in their path.
"These aren't devils, they are monsters from Youdu!"
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