Archean Eon Art

Despite the consternation, everyone sees the posture of Meng Chuan. In the gap between the world, there are painting plans, stools, paper, brushes, and paint trays... obviously they are planning to paint.

"How precious is the practice time in the world gap. Brother Meng did not hurry to practice, but painted in the world gap?" Yan Chitong wondered.

"So indulgent and casual, it is no wonder that the realm of skill is at the bottom of the three deities." Anhai Wang secretly said that he despised those who do not cherish time, he cherishes time very much, except for the distraction of "keeping city customs" In addition, almost all of my mind is in practice.It is natural to dismiss Meng Chuan as a waste of time in the world.

King Zhenwu was also a little surprised: "Anhai Wang and I were only ordered to protect them for three years. One year later, Anhai Wang and I needed to work harder to find treasures. This year... he actually painted? This younger brother Meng , I can't understand it."

Meng Chuan is good at painting and asks the secrets of his heart through painting.

It was the'Long Chu Mountain Master' who had met Meng Chuan directly, knew the four levels of Meng Chuan Yuanshen, and did not know that Meng Chuan asked his heart by'painting'.

None of them agree with what Meng Chuan did.

From the perspective of the devil, how precious is the opportunity to watch the birth of the world?Do not practice, go painting?Too indulge yourself.

Of course, everyone looks at Meng Chuan's paintings, and no one is'teaching'.After all, they are all brothers and sisters. Meng Chuan is also the top god and demon, and he is not a child.

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Sitting on the stool, the wind blew in the gap between the world, Meng Chuan adjusted the paint, holding the brush just about to move the pen, and hesitantly looked up at the purple thunder.

The purple thunder is overbearing and dazzling, and the electric snakes are arbitrarily chopped down like a huge thunder tree. It tears the darkness and brings the beginning of the world.

"How to draw?" Meng Chuan hesitated while holding the brush. "The thunder in the long river of time and space is too vast. It is shocking thousands of times than the ordinary thunderbolt seen in the human world. I want a pen to kill it. It’s impossible to draw completely."

Meng Chuan's talent in painting is indeed much higher than that of swordsmanship. He has already surpassed the point of'painting skin, painting bones, and painting soul'. When he was a boy, Mengchuan painted the "life being phase" to condense the primordial spirit.

He likes to draw the holy hand, and he wants to paint, naturally pointing directly to the nature of this purple thunder.

"The essence of this lightning..."

"I am a prince and demon, and the river of time and space is a gloom in my eyes. The purple thunder that I see may be just a real part of it." Meng Chuan has self-knowledge. "Even this part is vast."

"No way, I can only open it and draw."

The Mengchuan generation's sacred hands naturally have a way to "divide into many paintings, and each painting is dedicated to a certain aspect of lightning."

"The first one is painting the destruction of thunder and lightning." Meng Chuan looked up carefully and looked at the purple thunder that was lit in the darkness in the distance.

It is different from the practice of the knife practice in the past.

This time, I will observe it purely from the perspective of painting, and mainly observe Thunder's'destruction'.

"The destruction of Thunderbolt... also draws from different angles." Meng Chuan shook his head gently. The purple thunder looked more and more gorgeous, but it was really difficult to draw, making him so difficult.

Meng Chuan finally began to paint.

In the first painting, a series of purple electric snakes were painted, and Meng Chuan painted very carefully. The purple electric snakes were connected to each other, combined with each other, and the power was constantly superimposed and gathered.

This first painting Meng Chuan was completely immersed in it. He painted three thousand electric snakes in combination with each other in detail. Eventually, these purple electric snakes formed a huge'thunderbolt tree'. It took a day and a half to draw this. a painting.

"The first one is done." Meng Chuan wrote the name in the upper right corner of the scroll-Endless Phase of Destruction.

After a day and a half, Meng Chuan was full of spirits without rest.

Yuanshen is radiating spiritual light.

Obviously, the painting'Thunder' has already caused Yuanshen's slow transformation. Meng Chuan didn't care about this. It's very difficult for Yuanshen's fourth floor to reach Yuanshen's fifth floor.

"My Thunderbolt's'Endless Phase of Destruction' has exhausted my penpower." Meng Chuan looked up, and the endless gathering of purple electric snakes was really shocking to form such a terrifying power.Meng Chuan's drawing on this is already his temporary limit.

"The second painting."

Meng Chuan put away the first scroll, put the new drawing paper, and began to write.

A thunder began to appear on the paper.

Thunder cut!

Penetrating layers of dark obstacles!

This painting is just a scene of'a lightning strikes through the darkness', but Meng Chuan's painting is very fine. The lightning is like a'long gun' piercing through the layers of darkness.Then they gathered and continued to split to the next level of darkness.

This painting has also been painted for nearly a day, and Meng Chuan wrote the name in the upper left corner-the one phase of destruction.

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Meng Chuan is painting without sleep. In fact, King Zhenwu, An Haiwang, Xue Feng, and Yan Chitong are all sleepless. It is not important to eat and drink in their realm. Even if you add water, you can directly ingest from the world.

Time passes day by day.

Meng Chuan draws a picture, each picture is completely different, the style is very different.

Or it makes people feel full of hope, or it makes people despair, or feels palpitations...

'Phase of Life and Death'...'Phase of Nothing in the Void'...'Phase of Nine Heavens in the Void'...'Phase of the Lightning'

Each picture is drawn from different angles of purple thunder.

"Yes, it should be so elegant, so wanton."

Half a month later, Meng Chuan painted beautifully. Thunderbolts wandered on the paper like dragon snakes. When the last stroke was finished, Meng Chuan felt very hearty. This is the last painting of the 15 paintings. The most complicated and time-consuming painting took him six full days.

"Pretty."

Meng Chuan praised it, and wrote the name in the upper right corner of the scroll-The Long Phase of Electric Flash!

"Twenty-three days, fifteen paintings." Meng Chuan looked at the last painting in front of him. Thousands of electric snakes were painted on this painting, and countless electric flashes have their own tracks. This'You Long Xiang' looks full of beauty.Compared with the real purple thunder, this picture really seems like a dragon snake is roaming.

But this is indeed an aspect of the Purple Thunder.

"Manpower is sometimes poor."

Meng Chuan looked up at the nativity scene of the world. "The fifteen paintings are the best I can draw when I watch the Purple Thunder. I will paint everything I know about it."

Fifteen paintings, Thunder's'Fifteen Phases'.

"call."

Meng Chuan waved his hand on the stool, and all fifteen paintings appeared suspended, floating around.

After turning over and pulling out a jug of wine, Meng Chuan looked at his fifteen paintings while drinking wine, and the more he looked, the more satisfied he was.