Soul Painter

　　 This wasteland is cold, barren, and dark.

　　 Gao Fan walked in it, and immediately felt a deep chill.

　　 Or it can be called the Eternal Icefield.

　　The pale white ice and snow, covered with ferns struggling to survive in the extreme cold, stretched far away under Gao Fan's feet, and extended to a more deserted distance.

　　This world is so desolate and cold that when you are in it, you will immediately think of the remote ancient years before the birth of mankind...

Huh?

　　 Gao Fan awakens himself.

　　 He returned to the beach in Qiong Province in February.

　　 There is still a hot world in the distance.

But the demon book in his hand, called "The Book of Seven Sages," has directly brought his inspiration to another completely unfamiliar and unfamiliar place. In other words, it is in the hall of inspiration of Gao Fan. A barren ice field.

　　 This is... interesting.

　　 Gao Fan is full of interest.

I’ve read "The Invisible Secret Vault" before. The demon book that can connect with the invisible children is just going to drive mankind crazy, but the "Book of Seven Sages" in front of me can be in the inspiration of Gao Fan. Leave a trace? Build the world?

　　 Is it because Gao Fan’s occult is high enough, or because the demon behind the Book of Seven Sages is so low that Gao Fan can enter its world? Understand it, read it, touch it, or even communicate face-to-face with it?

　　 Gao Fan looked at the barren ice field that appeared in his hall of inspiration with great interest.

　　 Reading "The Book of the Seven Sages" made its shadow appear in the hall of inspiration for Gao Fan.

　　 Read this demon book aloud, and you can bring Gao Fan into the eternal ice field.

　　 This should be regarded as an equal communication, right?

　　 This is the first time that Gao Fan has encountered a demon who can communicate on an equal footing.

　　 Although the opponent's rank is lower.

　　 Gao Fan unfolded the Devil Book again and read it in a low voice.

　　 The barren ice source in the palace of his inspiration is unfolding again, and he envelops the inspiration of Gao Fan.

　　 This is like the legendary "soul out of the body".

　　 But... it's too cold.

Gao Fan wore a hoodie that he felt comfortable under the high temperature of more than 30 degrees in Hainan. When he arrived here, he immediately felt icy cold. The ice sheet poured in every gap in his clothes like an everlasting cold wind, and directly froze his clothes. bone.

　　 This environment has to be minus thirty or forty degrees, right?

　　 Gao Fan walked a few steps, and felt that he was going to freeze.

　　 He will not be frozen to death in his own inspiration... his own inspiration... eh?

　　 Gao Fan suddenly had a funny idea.

　　 He stretched out his hand and grabbed it.

　　 He grabbed a fur coat.

In the hall of inspiration, Bostno, a citizen who was driving in the wind and snow suddenly felt light on his body. After that, his fur coat disappeared. Of course, it would not have any impact on the real city. It was only in Gaofan. It's just a shift in inspiration.

Magic.

　　 Gao Fan wrapped himself tightly in a fur coat, only feeling warm.

　　He continued to walk in the wasteland.

　　 The environment is getting darker.

　　 Gradually he could not discern the direction, or, as far as he had no direction, what Gao Fan was heading was a sign of his inspiration, and the way he followed the demon text he chanted.

　　 He is like a human being lured into a trap by a demon, walking cautiously in secret.

　　 The light source around the body gradually dim to the point of nowhere.

　　 At the same time, in the howling snowy cold wind, there were gradually more weird noises.

　　 is the roar of a beast.

　　 is whispering.

　　 is the battle of soldiers.

　　 is a secret flame that flickers and disappears suddenly.

Gao Fan walked amidst these weird sounds, realizing that those were not illusions, but real crises. The mysteries were invading him. If he allowed these mysteries to reach him, the inspiration would not be destroyed, but the real The danger and injury of his will at a certain moment, act on his physical body or environment in the real world.

　　 Gao Fan stretched out his hand again and grabbed it.

　　 From the abyss of the Hall of Inspiration, he grabbed the bright flashlight used by Lu Fei.

　　 However, when he tried to light up the flashlight in this dark wasteland, he suddenly found that it was broken, and he couldn't light up the beam even if he continued to fiddle with it.

　　 No... the flashlight is not broken.

Looking around at this desolate ice field, feeling the cold wind from ancient times, Gao Fan suddenly realized one thing, that is, in this distant age, the secret of electricity has not been discovered, and humans have not yet mastered it. The secret of light besides the flame.

　　 The environmental logic is quite meticulous.

　　 But what's the matter with fur coats? Can it be allowed if it does not involve the secrets of technology?

　　 Now, Gao Fan stretched out his hand to grab the candles and matches that he had in the painter's apartment in Bostno.

　　 just ignited before being extinguished by the cold wind blowing from nowhere.

　　 Obviously he needs a wind lantern more.

　　 But Bostno, at least the Bostno he and Anna recorded in the painting, does not have this thing.

　　The environment is getting darker and darker.

　　 And the hidden maliciousness becomes more and more obvious.

　　 Gao Fan could almost feel the beast that opened his mouth in secret, and smelled the stench in his mouth. In this age when human beings have not yet born wisdom, they are the masters of the world and the overlords of the wasteland.

　　 But, thought this would stop me?

　　 Gao Fan reached out and grabbed a canvas and a pen.

　　 He began to draw flames on the canvas.

　　 Soon, there was a torch burning Xiongxiong on the canvas.

Colors, lines, and spatial layout are all masterpieces of masters. If you put the title of Gao Fan, you can auction a high price of tens of millions of dollars in the real world, and at this moment, wait for Gao Fan to paint it and ignite it. Later, it becomes a torch that can illuminate the deserted ice field.

　　唿~

　　 Gao Fan took the torch out of the painting.

　　 There is really a torch in his hand.

　　 The light of the fire instantly warmed this ice field, which seemed to be unseen for thousands of years.

　　 Gao Fan saw the beast wandering near him.

　　 This is a real beast!

When it touches the ground, its huge body is as tall as Gao Fan, and its white fur allows it to hide in the environment. The rolling muscles when it walks seem to nurture thunder, and the two long sharp horns grow out of its mouth. It even reminded Gao Fan of a creature that only exists in textbooks... the saber-toothed tiger.

　　嗷~

　　 It yelled at Gao Fan like a demonstration.

　　 But the flame that had never been seen made it hesitate.

　　 Gao Fan was amazed by its beauty, that streamlined body, explosive muscles, and the kind of supreme domineering that can hunt any kind of creatures, which Gao Fan has never seen in other wild creatures.

　　嗷……

　　 Sabre-toothed tiger chose to leave, it slowly retreated into the darkness.

　　 Gao Fan glanced at its back, with a foreboding that this was not the last time the two sides met ~www.readwn.com~ Then Gao Fan continued to move forward.

　　 The environment is darkened again.

　　The light of the torch gradually dimmed, and it was no longer able to illuminate the surroundings.

　　 Gao Fan gradually felt that the darkness in front of him was thick and unpredictable.

　　 He brought the brush and drawing board again, and drew a torch again.

　　 The flames lighted up again.

　　 A warrior in armor suddenly appeared in front of Gao Fan.

　　He wears heavy bronze armor and holds a sharp sword in his hand. He has a firm face and a cold look.

　　 Scared... Gao Fan was taken aback by his appearance.

　　 And the armored warrior shouted and asked: "Who are you! Dare to break into the king's palace!"

Gao Fan was not knowing how to respond, and his eyes were immediately attracted by the texture of the armor on the armored warrior's body and the action he was about to attack. This attracting attention was like a full bow, like holding a thunderbolt in an attacking posture, which must have passed through thousands of troops. Horse fighting can be experienced.

　　 At this time, a deep and majestic voice came from behind the armored warrior: "He is the painter I invited."

　　 Gao Fan vaguely saw another tall figure wearing a crown and a black robe appeared in the darkness.

　　 The torch darkened the light again.

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