Chapter 562
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Sima Yuntian and Yi Feng were playing chess.
The two of them fell into deep thought. Sima Yuntian held onto the chess piece, unable to place it down for a long time. His eyes were filled with solemnity.
Yi Feng also looked at the chessboard with a grave expression. For a time, no one could do anything to the other.
Suddenly, a sorrowful aura surged from behind.
"Hua!"
Waves of exclamations sounded out from below the arena.
Sima Yuntian and Yi Feng's chessboard was too abstruse. It was so abstruse that many people were flustered when they saw it. Most of them turned their attention to Mr. Munro's painting.
He had long heard that Meng Wenruo's Painting Dao was world-shocking. Now that he saw it today, it was indeed world-shocking.
It was a black and white ink painting, a scene of heaven and earth that had experienced the vicissitudes of life.
The earth cracked, and countless volcanoes shot up into the sky. Mountains and rivers shattered, and rivers flowed in reverse.
Countless living beings were fleeing in all directions. The scene of fear and despair caused one to feel a sense of sadness for no reason.
Mr. Munro's paintings were very lively. They were so lively that when one looked at the characters in the paintings, it was as if they were looking at themselves running away.
Mr. Munro was no longer using a pen. Instead, he picked up a bowl of ink and splashed it on the painting.
Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! …
As soon as the ink entered the painting, it began to take shape, revealing numerous pitch-black devil-ghosts running about in the ancient world.
"Ga ga ga ga ga!" "Jie jie jie jie!"
Suddenly, a burst of evil laughter came from the painting.
"Help!"
"Oh my god!"
"God, save me!"
"Mother!"
"My son!"
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Voices of despair gushed out from the scroll. Countless xiuzhe who heard the shrill screams felt their hair stand on end.
In the painting, the devil was tearing apart thousands of living beings and devouring them excitedly.
The sky was falling, the earth was collapsing!
In fact, in the image, the sun was shattered and the moon was shattered.
Devils appeared everywhere in the world, in every place that could be seen.
It was a thirty foot tall painting, and it was filled with endless suffering!
Mr. Munro waved his pen in the end.
Boom!
In the scene, a large amount of black fog suddenly gushed out, and within the black fog, a dynamic disaster scene appeared.
Just like Splendid Miaowen not long ago, this painting could also display a dynamic atmosphere.
"Ahahahahaha!"
Demons roared and swallowed living beings alive. Living beings moved, and xiuzhe could take their place.
"Kekekekeke!"
Some of the more timid xiuzhe shuddered when they saw the scene.
It was so beautiful that it penetrated deep into her bones.
However, this was still nothing. Suddenly, the lifeforms and demons in the black Qi seemed to see the cultivators below the arena.
"Confucian cultivator? Scholars, save me, save my son! "A voice suddenly sounded from the screen.
Below the arena, countless xiuzhe suddenly shuddered.
"Caw caw caw caw, there are still seventy thousand people over there. Seventy thousand flesh and blood. Caw caw caw, kill them all!" The devils seemed to have also seen the people on the screen and were about to pounce.
It was as if the two worlds could see each other through a thin membrane.
"Help!" "Help!" "Save me!" "Save my grandson!"
The lifeforms inside kept calling for help, and the demons roared and wanted to rush out.
However, the two worlds were separated by a thin membrane, and they couldn't come out. It was incomparably mournful and tragic. On the square, there seemed to be a cold wind blowing.
Mr. Munro's painting was finally revealed in front of everyone.
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