Chapter 587

"But!" Mrs. Si and others spoke in unison.

The deaf man grabbed into the abyss of Wuwu city with his hands, and his magic power gushed out, and a piece of magma rose into the sky. The deaf man grabbed a large amount of money and painted on the ground with magma as ink and the earth as paper.

His pen takes the tail hair of a flamingo who has cultivated to the realm of God as the hair, and the divine bone obtained from a relic in the ruins as the pole. Qin Mu used to play with it when he was young, and was always beaten by the deaf.

This kind of flaming wolf tail hair can bathe in the fire without injury, and the divine bone can release its magic power heartily and write articles heartily!

Deaf people have always been gentle, even somewhat pedantic, although when they are rich, they are extraordinary, like the prince playing in the world. But when he had no money, he was so poor that he squatted on the corner selling paintings that he didn't even dare to shout.

Now, he held his pen, and the pen suddenly became wild and wild, and the whole person suddenly became wild and wild, with the scholar's unique spirit, unique madness and indulgence!

"Deaf, I'll help you!"

When the butcher saw his brush, his wandering strokes and the flaming paintings in the fire, he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. He slashed the earth with a knife, so that the deaf could enjoy it.

Taking the vitality as the pillar, he stirred the magma in the air with the vitality pillar in his hand, so that the magma would not freeze into stone. He chanted in a long voice, "walking with dragons and snakes, leaning over rivers and Han people, and becoming both virtuous and artistic in a wonderful year! The emperor's Court played, and personally promoted the crown and heroes. Whoever doesn't take the dragon's head, he will directly forgive it, and his meritorious deeds are extraordinary."

"It's too big for him. It's a good reputation! Recall the past, visit the place where the sky was planned, and today's Wuwu city. Sigh with white heads and green shirts, and make Bin Hong. A volume of sincere poems and essays, fighting the immortal wind, blow to Peng Ying!"

"Return to the ground, pick incense and be an old scholar!" Note ①

He is full of poetry, and his poems and songs have a heroic taste, which tells the whole life of the deaf. From Prince Tiantu, the best in technology and industry, books all over the world, to the collapse of the country, poverty, and selling paintings for a living, people can't help but feel both impassioned and sad.

"Abba!"

The mute thumbed up, and the Dantian roared like a big sun burning. Behind him, the iron stove seemed to be spewing like a volcano, and the raging fire poured into the magma.

The fire was blazing, and the butcher's vitality was pestle, stirring the magma, and the fire lit up his face and chest, baking red.

Deaf people laugh, like drunk, more indulge themselves, stagger, and become more and more amorphous, like dragons, like snakes, like phoenix flying, like dragonflies skimming the water, like swallows learning to fly, like old cattle farming.

Behind him, Yuanshen emerged, and with him, he painted with a pen, devoted his heart and soul, and wrote magnificent articles and mountains and rivers.

Beside, Qin Mu, Bashan sacrifice, Si grandma and others were stunned.

They had never thought that deaf people, who have always been serious and honest, should also have such a wild and unrestrained side.

He used magma as ink and the earth as paper. In a short time, he covered dozens of acres of ground with magma flames. The paintings on the ground were shrouded in flames, and the golden ones were even dazzling.

Who can think that an old scholar should have such a hearty passion in his heart?

The deaf people draw constantly, drawing the sky and the earth, leaving the sky blank, and the earth green, drawing the clouds and thunder, drawing Wei Wei mountains and rivers, drawing a statue with different postures, no God and devil of the same kind, drawing an endless army, killing, charging, those muscles and muscles like steel are ferocious, and the knives and swords are sharp and bright.

He painted the battlefield and countless vigorous postures that were jumping up. Qin Mu and others only looked at it and felt that the demons and ferocious troops in the painting were about to jump out of the painting!

The explosive power of those muscles, those figures who wield knives, those lightning and thunder that are about to burst out of the clouds, those torrential rains that are about to erupt, those roaring hurricanes, raging tornadoes, collapsing mountains, and boiling seas, are so real!

Deaf people are drawing a magnificent world and making the world real!

Butcher's poetry inspired him, stirred his feelings, and stimulated the pride and creative power in his heart. He completely remained silent in this crazy creation, expressing his feelings and indulging his fantasies.

After an unknown time, the blind man nervously said, "the army of the demon clan is coming! There are still hundreds of miles away!"

Deaf people turn a deaf ear and continue to paint.

The blind man frowned and said, "there are still eighty miles!"

Qin Mu looked up and looked 80 miles away. The dark magic gas rushed here like a black fog. His eyes opened layers of array lines, and his heart was shocked. He saw countless huge monsters in the mountains flooding over mountains, rushing all the way, waving all kinds of ancient monster weapons, shouting and rushing here.

Their clothes were ragged and ragged. They didn't look like the demon clan of luofutian, but rather like people fleeing.

They are huge, run like flying, and grow strangely, like monsters made up of different creatures. Their muscles and organs are rugged and deformed, which is much more terrible than the demon clan.

Some monsters are full of heads of various races, and their arms are composed of countless arms twisted together. Some are white bones, like monsters grown from skeletons, some have large and small eyes on their faces, and some have countless legs like centipedes.

Their weapons are also extremely primitive. They are big bones with flesh and blood. Their eyes are flashing with bloodthirsty desire. They run on the way and destroy everything.

"This is not a demon clan, but a demon from Youdu!"

Qin Mu suppressed the vibration of his heart. These are monsters born by the wandering souls in the Youdu who absorbed the demonic spirit and demonic nature of the Youdu!

Youdu is not entirely the territory of Tu Bo. Although he has visited Youdu for a short time, it can be seen that Tu Bo doesn't care much about power.

Tu Bo is most concerned about rules.

The rules of Youdu.

As long as the rules of Youdu are not broken, he rarely takes the initiative to intervene in the life of Youdu.

These Youdu monsters are the result of Tu Bo's laissez faire.

Suddenly, a thick magic light with black flames shone from the back of the surging demon army, like pillars of fire sweeping the front of the demon army, constantly plowing forward, melting the mountains, evaporating the rivers, and lighting the trees!

Qin Mu's eyes crossed these monsters, looked at the source of the magic light, and saw a dark demon God like a burning volcano behind the army. His body was tall and burly, and he walked slowly, but his steps were too big. One step was enough to make these Youdu monsters run for a long time.

"In the Youdu, the demon God, born of evil thoughts and demonism, is the ancestor of the demon clan!"

Qin Mu was distracted and suddenly saw that in front of the demon army, there were many supernatural powers of taihuangtian and Yankang running away at full speed. They were obviously experiencing and did not pay attention to the arrival of the Youdu demon army. It was too late to find them.

Hum——

A black column of light rolled with flames plowed through, and more than a dozen magical powers immediately evaporated, leaving no bones. Other magical powers hurriedly avoided, narrowly avoiding the eyes of the demon God, but then they were flooded by the flood of demons and monsters.

These supernatural powers of Yankang and taihuangtian didn't even lift a little spray, and then completely disappeared.

"Forty miles!"

The blind man was very nervous and shouted, "deaf, are you ready? Thirty miles! Prepare for war!"

As soon as his voice fell, the deaf man suddenly closed his pen, weighed it a little harder, and activated the painting. The flames roared through the hundred mu painting.

The deaf took a pen as a gun, and with a heavy pick, the hundred mu painting suddenly stood up. Then, this unimaginable painting gradually exuded an inexplicable breath.

The painting was compatible with heaven and earth and disappeared from them.

Boom, boom.

Thunder came from the sky, and lightning woke everyone up. They looked up and saw that suddenly there were dark clouds all over the sky, and there was fire in the dark clouds, which was unimaginable.

The scope of the burning black cloud is getting wider and wider, and the covering distance is getting larger and larger. Suddenly, the hurricane suddenly rises, and the extremely thick tornado falls from the sky with a raging flame, one, two, three

In an instant, countless fire dragons, like dragons of heaven, fell down with their tails, tearing the earth apart, igniting it, and rolling madly forward!

WOW——

It rained in the sky, but what fell was not rain, but lava fire rain. Huge pieces of lava with flames fell obliquely from the sky like raindrops, crashing into the rushing Youdu demon army, smashing countless monsters!

Countless tornadoes roared into the army, and there were distorted shapeless bodies everywhere, rolled and carried high into the air, and then crushed by the violent wind, or died under the thunder falling from the sky.

Suddenly, a god demon in the cloud led thousands of horses to jump out of the cloud, fall from the sky, and rush down obliquely. The killing sound was loud and deafening.

It was a bloody and magnificent scene in which millions of gods and Demons collided with the monsters rushing here, and countless limbs flew in the air.

Qin Mu, blind people and others stared at this scene. They didn't need to fight in the battle, and they didn't need to be desperate. The vanguard army of the demon clan was blocked.

Blocked by one person!

The deaf man waved his pen and continued to paint. A statue of gods and Demons and soldiers jumped out of his pen and rushed to the battlefield. They were brave and fearless. The wind, rain and lightning in the air raged across, but they did not touch the army of gods and demons, only bombarded the army of the demon clan.

These armies of gods and demons are the people in the painting, and the rain and thunder in the painting have nothing to do with them.

"Did these Youdu demon armies rush into the world depicted by deaf grandpa?"

Qin Mu suddenly moved in his heart and thought of a possibility. However, the painting of the deaf must have boundaries, so where is the boundary of the world in the painting?

He looked around and could not see any boundaries of the painting.

The painting of deaf people is so profound that Qin Mu needs to devote himself to learning again!

"Yankang National Master said that deaf grandpa alone can stop millions of powerful masters, which is true!"

Qin Mu said, "but this sentence is just the evaluation of Yan Kang's master on the deaf grandpa after the Tiantu state was destroyed and the state capital turned into eighteen layers of hell."

Note ①: the words of Shi Xiaoyou in Song Dynasty, man Tingfang and Zhaizhu, have been slightly changed.