Soul Painter

Compared with the big camp of Liu Xiu's coalition forces under the Chang'an City.

The account of the Chinese army that exploded seemed very small.

But after the small bunch of fireworks, the position of the central military tent soared to open a larger flame.

The flames continue to explode and rise upward.

Eventually it became a weird and mysterious cloud tens of meters high.

The scorching sun disappeared at noon.

Thousands of bright dots surround this huge flame of constantly changing shapes like a guardian monarch.

This luminous sphere is alive. After it stabilizes, it presents a dark orange surface, and the fire-pillar-shaped energy that continuously erupts outwards, all as if he is angry, preparing to impose punishment on the world.

Human beings, as long as they see this huge fireball, they will have unparalleled fear in their hearts, as if they have awakened the primitive instincts in life, and awakened the panic and collapse that humans had when they faced the flames for the first time.

Faced with the wrath of the gods, Liu Xiu’s army collapsed first. The entire camp exploded like a mysterious ant den. A large number of human soldiers began to flee. Only the army near the Central Army’s tent was not. Move, it should be Liu Xiu's home, or Liu Xiu's home has already seen his true colors.

After all, after Gao Fan's appraisal, Liu Xiu is a son of god.

Gao Fan met Liu Xiu during a trip. Liu Xiu has the same aura as Lu Pheasant. In the "distorted" vision, the huge mystery seems to be a great existence in the world.

At this time, Gaofan's system interface has changed.

He thinks he has ‘hibernated’, or at least is a system for giving himself a holiday, and now he has released a task.

‘Investigate the harvest of living flames in the first century AD. ’

‘Task rewards: 1. 60 SAN points; 2. Two flame curses;’

Task rewards are quite regular.

But the system is finally alive.

After system certification, that great being is Huoyan, and Liu Xiu is the son of Huoyan.

Now Gao Fan is going to paint a portrait for him.

Gao Fan is quite familiar with painting images for gods.

Although what he drew before was a high-ranking race.

The living flame is the old days.

Fortunately, it was painted for Liu Xiu, the son of God, not for the living flame.

Just when Gao Fan took out the drawing board and paintbrush from the Boston City of Inspiration, erected it on the head of Chang'an City, which was on the verge of war for two thousand years, and began to paint a portrait of Liu Xiu in the form of a sacred fire.

The group of angry fireballs hovering over the city of Chang'an, with mysterious guidance, instantly noticed Gao Fan.

Then the fireball didn't say hello, and crashed like a meteor to Chang'an City, to the place where Gao Fan stood.

Hoop!

The flame scorched the air.

Let the suffocation feel close to Gao Fan before the flame reaches.

Gao Fan did not dodge in the fireworks, because according to his estimation, even if he is running, he can't get out of the bombed area. Even so, it is better to draw a few more strokes. Anyway, he was injured in the inspiration, but in reality he could not lie down. Last week, it would never be true.

But at this moment...

Whoosh whoosh!

Behind Gao Fan, a rain of arrows soared into the sky. Although he was ignited immediately when he approached the fireball, it did slightly hinder his pace.

Immediately after...

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

With the huge sound of breaking through the air, Gao Fan saw dozens of huge crossbow arrows shooting into the air. The crossbow arrows were as big as the poisonous scorpion crossbow that shot the dragon in the "Game of Thrones" TV series. It was also in the first century AD. The bed crossbow that people have mastered is the strongest weapon of this era.

boom!

Dozens of giant crossbows approached the fireball. This time he couldn't just do nothing. Not only did he evade, but he also started a forced landing. Gao Fan escaped, and he turned around and saw the Yulin Forbidden Army. There were tens of thousands of countries in bright armor. The most elite troops had already begun to stand on the head of the city. At the same time, Gao Fan saw that a six-horse carriage with a magnificent flag was driving towards the city gate from the middle street of Chang'an City.

Wang Mang is here, and he plans to face Liu Xiu.

Gao Fan never thought of it... Boom! The earth is shaking and the mountains are shaking.

Underfoot.

Gao Fan looked down the city.

I saw the city gate not far away, with a big hole broken. The city gate was tens of meters high and tens of meters wide. It was extremely majestic. Going through a huge hole, there was a handsome young man dressed in white clothes, who was standing in the hole, facing the defenders in the city.

"I am Liu Xiu from the Han room, and you still don't surrender!"

The miracles shown by Liu Xiu made the defenders feel in danger and even dared not attack him.

Only on the frame of the coming Emperor, Wang Mang picked up a bow and shot an arrow at Liu Xiuyao.

After a few hundred steps, the arrow didn't have enough strength and not enough precision, so it pierced only a few steps in front of Liu Xiu.

"Haha~ the rebel of usurping the Han, your time to die is up!" Although Liu Xiu uttered cruel words and ruined the city gate, for a while, it was difficult to purge the army. He was alone and didn't dare to stay here too much. For a long time, the method of becoming a living flame seemed to be unusable, and eventually he was rescued by the elite division of the Chong Ling Army in the rear.

Wang Mang stood on the frame, looking at Liu Xiuyuan's departed figure, showing resentment.

Suddenly, Wang Mang looked up at the city wall again, and he saw the painter.

"Is that him?" Wang Mang asked loudly.

Gao Fan nodded.

"Then have you painted his appearance?" Wang Mang asked again.

Gao Fan shook his head.

The difficulty of painting for the second generation of God is not low. It was just a hurried sight just now, and the degree of completion is far from complete.

"Wait for the widow to catch him, let the painter paint on his face!" Wang Mang raised his long bow and shouted.

At this moment, the all armies should have echoed in unison, with the power of a strong king, but the scene of Liu Xiu who turned into the sky and smashed the gate of Chang'an really shocked these sergeants. They were all unspeakable, and their faces were shaken. , Only Wang Mang's Yulin Forbidden Army, the military capacity remains unchanged, the military posture is neat, shouting long live, the voice spread for ten miles.

…

"The widow is going to lose."

In the propaganda room, Wang Mang summoned Gao Fan.

Meet is this sentence.

"Not long ago, Your Majesty was still full of confidence. Why did his thinking change so quickly?" Gao Fan was surprised.

"Ten years ago, the widow first saw a painter. The painter said that he came from two thousand years later. The widow still didn't believe it. It wasn't until the painter showed the immortality that he was able to call things out of thin air. The widow only believed it." Wang Mang sighed. uukanshu.com "In the past ten years, painters have taught a lot of "advanced thinking and technological thinking" to the widow. As a result, the widow has also promoted some improvements, but there are many obstacles. Looking back now, it is because of one point, that is, the people Insufficient basic quality' and'inadequate social productivity'."

"Your Majesty is a wise man." Gao Fan also sighed. Over the past ten years, he has given Wang Mang a lot of knowledge, but most of it doesn't work. If you sum it up in one sentence, it would be the'limitations of history to the times', including productivity. And the people’s cultural level.

Wang Mang also said: "These reforms have harmed the interests of too many existing classes. The widows usually hold heavy arms and can still suppress them. However, in the past three years, floods and droughts have continued, and the wilds and sorrows have spread all over the country. The world is in chaos, if only this is the case, the widows can also be conquered one by one.

However, Liu Xiu's son, in the form of Chiri, killed 400,000 troops at the Kunyang battle. So Liu Xiu took the opportunity to refer to Chang'an, and the founding of the dynasty was at stake. "

Ok. what's next? Gao Fan waited.

"The widow now has only the imperial army available, and the widow wants to entrust the imperial army to the painter. Tonight, we will raid the thieves and catch Liu Xiu, and the painter will kill him, how about it?" Wang Mang said.

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