Soul Painter

This is the face of a monster.

Although it is still a woman's face.

But there was a lot of light flowing on her face.

It's like carrying a swimming facial makeup of Peking opera.

A bit weird and terrible came out of thin air.

This light.

It was exactly the same as the light tearing and devouring Feng Yuan.

It comes from the power of the unborn mother.

The birthless mother is the incarnation of the unity of all things.

Gao Fan looked at the monster's face in the mirror and immediately realized that he had seen this scene before in the Book of Seven Sages of the Eternal Demon, on the Eternal Icefield.

Mao Zhou is indeed one of the "seven sages" recognized by the Eternal Demon.

The reason why he was able to live for one hundred and twenty years and still maintained his youthful form was because Mao Zhou had long believed in the non-birth mother, and became the pillar of the one who was attached to the unity of all things.

...

At this moment, the sound of killing screamed outside the window.

The torches in the hands of the bandits rolled over the peaceful town like a sea of ​​blood.

They are the defeated soldiers who lost on the battlefield and then rushed here. They are bandits and cannibals.

Mao Zhou’s boudoir was also hard to escape. The sound of'banging' footsteps was like a reminder horn. She stepped onto the wooden stairs and came to her door. The only door bolt could not prevent these wild beasts from attacking. A well-known Chinese female meticulous artist will fall into the hands of the broken soldiers and into the hell, like other village women. The tragic situation will make her even wish that she was not born in this world.

Just like this country, it is full of chaos, everything is withered, there is no light ahead, just endless darkness.

But if I can’t see the light, I should become the light, even if the price of the light is to burn myself...

Mao Zhou Yi was born with excellent painting skills, ignoring foreign objects, and even devoted himself to a lifeless mother seeking longevity, just to use the long years to further improve his painting skills, and he has been thinking about painting red houses and painting red houses in his life, but he is facing the flames at this moment. In the burning hometown, she woke up suddenly, there was no peace in the troubled times, she should do something.

"Great birthless mother, I would like to feed it with my body, make fire in my body, burn my soul, unite all things, and fall forever without regret..."

A violent light ignited in front of Mao Zhou's eyes, and the light carried a roar like Hong Zhong and Da Lu.

...

Oops.

late.

Gao Fan realized that he might not have time to stop Mao Zhou's alienation.

...

Wow!

A lot of mystery began to wash his soul.

Sanity began to decline.

He inspired the "Boston City" as the last barrier in the palace, and began to fall into a natural disaster-like collapse again.

The white light with a loud noise hit the city.

Like a hurricane destroying the entire continent.

Although every street and every citizen of this city is a slightly simple barrier, when millions of people gather together, it becomes a solid dam, resisting the mystery of the great existence. wave.

At a moment.

On this night.

Those who were asleep, those who were not asleep, one hundred thousand Boston family representatives, four hundred thousand Bostonians, and even more than three million people with Boston blood, all experienced a strange dream. They saw a huge fleshy tree descend from the sky. , The flesh tree is thousands of meters high, falling from the night sky, every branch and leaf is burning with light that trembles the soul, which makes it look like a sacred altar of light.

And when they felt fear, another infinite warmth and courage were connected to each other in the hearts of millions of Bostonians. With a dark, crazy, and desperate black figure as the core, they gathered together. A huge dam as high as the horizon protects the souls and sanity of all people.

We stand together...

The joy of martyrdom rose in the hearts of Bostonians.

Although this is only a dream, it is so real that when everyone talks to each other the next day, they will mention this feeling, and will rise from the heart to a kind of tremor and excitement. Of course, that is the next day. Up.

tonight.

Gao Fan realized.

Although his occult is only 30.

But his paintings, his "Bostonian", the city of Boston he was inspired by, are not 30 points of mystery that can describe its magnificence. This ritual, this magic spell, to him, is like a powerful thing. His magic weapon can protect his sanity from being overwhelmed by the huge mystery from the great existence.

For example, at this moment.

When analysing the curse of the One of All Things, his inspiration rose and merged into the process of Mao Zhou being infused with the'light' by the One of All Things. If there was no Boston City in the Hall of Inspiration, he would definitely fall in reason, or even descend. It was below the warning line, but at this moment, it only dropped less than 10 points, and I witnessed this mysterious and great process.

He saw Mao Zhou alienated into a tree.

A tree of flesh and blood.

She is ten meters tall and three stories high. The light circulates in her body, spreads the human skin, and turns all the flesh and bones outward, thus becoming a plant with light as the external vein and bone and flesh as the basic organization. Her face was embedded in the tree, and she screamed and screamed in agony. On each branch, there was a sharp paintbrush hanging from the pointed end of the paintbrush with a brighter light.

She is very magnificent.

Painted ladies and landscapes with meticulous brushwork for decades, smeared countless robes, dresses and hairpins with lead research, and painted countless green mountains and waters, but at this moment, at the cost of contributing himself to the birthless mother, Mao Zhou changed himself Become the most magnificent and dazzling piece of peerless painting.

Not only magnificent, but also deadly.

When a few rout soldiers with guns smashed open the wooden door with their guns, and barked in with a wicked smile, they saw the flower of an extremely mysterious tree of light, shock and ignorance on their faces. Condensing with evil, it became Mao Zhou's most appreciated pleasure.

The killing begins~

...

"stop!"

A voice smashed into Gao Fan's mind with mystery.

The boiling killing intent and the happy slaughter stopped abruptly at this moment.

Mao Zhou and Gao Fan looked around in amazement.

At this moment, the dawn of the morning shone from the eastern sky into this former Xianghe Jiangnan town.

Broken bricks and shredded tiles and corpses were all over the ground.

Not only the broken soldiers but also Mao Zhou's villagers and relatives were among the corpses.

After a night of trampling, the entire hundreds-year-old town has almost died...

It was not destroyed by the disaster.

It was destroyed by mystery.

"How could this be!" Mao Zhou and Gao Fan roared.

"I'm late." A young man stood in front of Gao Fan riding a horse.

The sun-shaped badge on his military cap was very dazzling in the dawn.

Behind him is a neat lineup of cavalry, with hundreds of people.

In the eyes of Mao Zhou in the past, these troops should be an extremely powerful force enough to defend the entire town~www.readwn.com~ But at this moment, Mao Zhou's perspective is enough to overlook them, not from the person on the tree. Looking at it from the face, but every branch on her tree is her eye.

"You are too late!" Mao Zhou and Gao Fan yelled like weeping, "Lin Shuai...Lin Senhao! Why did you come!"

"Lin Shuai...Lin Senhao...Hey?" Gao Fan shouted, halfway through the call, and suddenly woke up.

"I'm sorry." Lin Senhao, wearing a general uniform and white gloves holding the reins, looked up at this magnificent magical creature. "But Madam Mao Zhou, you shouldn't sacrifice yourself to the One of All Things, let him Obtained a pillar-type servant for nothing, this will not save your hometown, it will only destroy it."

"Nonsense! What can I do!" Mao Zhou screamed desperately.

"Lin Senhao?" Gao Fan made another voice.

"Huh?" Lin Senhao was also taken aback, "Gao Fan?"

Whoosh!

Mao Zhou had already waved a large number of branches and blasted Lin Senhao with blazing light like missiles from the sky.