"Black and white?"

"Hehe, with a color, want to make a masterpiece of the world? That little guy seems to be full of confidence. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" In the direction of the upper floor of the Eight Poles Academy, an old man squinted his eyes slightly and said lightly.

"Teacher, I think he's just grandstanding. One of the students was not convinced, and said coldly.

"Whether it is or not, it is still to be proven. The old man said.

"Hmph, anyway, I'm not convinced, no matter how high his cultivation attainments are, can he be as high as Senior Brother Shen?" the student continued.

"Well, there are mountains outside the mountains, and there are people outside the people, your Senior Brother Shen's attainments in cultivating books are high, but no one knows how many masters there are in this world?" the old man said.

"Oh. The man said lightly, but he didn't think so.

……

And when they were talking, Bai Hao had already started painting with Emperor Jiang.

Jiang Huang was engrossed in painting, colorful, and on the painting, a whole world was rendered. In fact, to be honest, this Jiang Huang's words are indeed okay, the painting style is bold and magnificent.

However, some works do not stand up to comparison.

I saw that Jiang Huang was painting that painting, and suddenly, he felt a great sadness behind him. He turned his head sharply, but he saw a scene that he would never forget.

Under Bai Hao's hands, a black and white ink painting, a scene of the end of the vicissitudes of life and brokenness came into being.

There is only black and white, and the color of that painting is monotonous and terrifying, but it is this monotonous color that paints the apocalyptic scene vividly.

In that painting, the earth is cracking, countless volcanoes are soaring into the sky, mountains and rivers are shattered, and rivers and seas are flowing backwards. It can be seen that countless living beings are running in all directions, and the picture of panic and despair makes people feel a great sadness for no reason.

Bai Hao's paintings are very spiritual, so spiritual that looking at a person in the painting, it is as if you are seeing yourself. That kind of spirit, that kind of empathetic painting skills, is simply transcendent.

"Terrible!" Jiang Huang shuddered and exclaimed in shock.

However, Bai Hao's guard will not stop.

At this moment, he no longer used his pen to draw. He picked up a plate of concocted ink and poured it heavily on the painting. There was a loud bang, I thought it would ruin the painting, but I didn't expect that after the ink was splashed, the painting turned out to be a little more agile.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

……

Plates of ink were constantly splashed out by Bai Hao, and as soon as the ink arrived in the painting, it immediately became a fierce and very vicious devil.

They laughed wildly, they sabotage.

"Quack, quack, quack!"

"Truly!"

……

At this moment, it really looks like someone is talking in the painting. The evil laughter, the terrible destructive power, it was like the demon in the painting had been resurrected and ravaged the world.

Hell!

This is the darkness of the world!

……

"Help!"

"Oh my God!"

"God, help!"

"Brother, don't you die!"

"My son!"

"Woo. ”

……

Desperate voices poured out from the scroll, and the terrible screams could only be heard in the hearts of countless monks. That painting is like a magic painting that can kill people.

Compared with Bai Hao's paintings, Jiang Huang's paintings are much inferior.

At least, he doesn't have that kind of intimidating power.

……

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. ”

In the painting, the devil is devouring thousands of living beings, and his eyes are full of excitement. They roared through this world, bringing with them one desolation after another.

The sky has long since crumbled.

The earth has long since fallen.

Even, in that picture, even the sun in the sky was shattered, and the moon was also reduced to pieces.

The devil has appeared everywhere in the world, in every corner of the world. That kind of despair, that kind of helplessness, that kind of desolation, are all vividly displayed in one of Bai Hao's paintings.

……

Finally, Bai Hao's last stroke fell.

There was a loud bang, and I saw a large amount of black mist suddenly gushing out of the painting. Some people looked over, but they could see hideous devilish faces.

"Ah quack, human flesh, fragrant!"

"Hahaha, I'm going to eat people. ”

……

The devil laughed uncontrollably and devoured countless living beings. In their mouths and hands, there were patches of flesh drenched in blood. Most of those creatures are humans.

"Giggles!"

Some timid monks, looking at the picture, trembled. This painting is painted in the marrow of human beings.

But it's nothing.

I saw that in the picture full of black gas, all of a sudden, the creatures inside seemed to see the scene of the outside world, and they actually let out a shocking shout: "Immortals, save us." ”

"Help, save my son. ”

"Immortals, help!"

……

The countless creatures roared wildly, and the sound was terrifying.

……

Under the floating island, countless monks heard this, and their bodies suddenly became agitated. How could they not have imagined that it was just a painting, and that it could ask for help from them?

"Quack quack, there are still people over there, hahaha, kill me!" The demons in the painting seem to have seen the people on the floating island, and they actually rushed over screaming. However, they and this side are two worlds, and they can't get out at all, but there are countless more black mist.

"Help. ”

"Kill, kill, kill!"

In Bai Hao's painting, the creatures inside are constantly calling for help, and the demons are yelling to rush out. The strange scene only stunned people.

At this moment, Emperor Jiang had forgotten to paint.

He looked at Bai Hao's painting, as if his whole mind was in it. His mouth opened and closed, and he drooled like a fool.

"No, it can't be, how is that possible. Jiang Huang muttered with a demented face.

……

Not only Jiang Huang couldn't believe it, but even the high-level of the Baji Academy couldn't believe it. They stared at Bai Hao without blinking, as if they wanted to see him through.

Before, the old man who said that Bai Hao was full of confidence was now bursting with a glint in his eyes and shouted: "Derived creatures, this is derived creatures." No wonder, no wonder he had so much confidence. ”

"Old, teacher, why is he, why is he so powerful?" said the student who had looked down on Bai Hao before.

"Heh, I told you a long time ago, there are mountains outside the mountains, and there are people outside the people, no, he is a hidden master. The old man looked very excited and said, "It's interesting today." Tong'er, you go and inform you Senior Brother Shen, just say that I have prepared an opponent for him that is not inferior to him. ”

"Huh?"

"Teacher, but Senior Brother Shen is still in retreat?" the man exclaimed.

"The retreat also called him out, and it was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. The old man said.

"Oh. The student pouted and walked away unwillingly.

……

"Whew. ”

Bai Hao took a deep breath, and his eyes suddenly stayed on the picture scroll. To be honest, this is the first time he's gone all out to paint this painting. Here, Bai Hao used up all the knowledge in his mind. Even, he added the chaos of the last days recorded in the "Taiqing Secret Record".

This chaos of the last days is probably about the early period of the end of the Dharma era, the era of the fall of the immortals. At that moment, it was similar to the scene described in the painting, the heavens and the earth collapsed, and the avenue was broken.

Bai Hao stopped and stood, thinking about messy things in his mind. But at this moment, Jiang Huang suddenly walked in front of him, and said with a pale face: "You won this game." But can you tell me, what is this painting, what is it called?"

"Huh?"

Hearing this, Bai Hao's eyebrows jumped slightly, and he said expressionlessly: "Netherworld...... Skybreaker. ”

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