Although they were stunned, everyone looked at Meng Chuan's posture, and in the gap between the world, there were painting cases, stools, paper, brushes, and paint plates...... Apparently I'm going to paint.

"How precious is the cultivation time in the gap between the worlds, Senior Brother Meng does not seize the time to practice, but paints in the gap between the worlds?" Yan Chitong wondered.

"With such indulgence and casualness, it's no wonder that the skill realm is at the bottom of the three feudal gods and demons. "King An Hai secretly said that he despised those who did not value time the most, and he himself cherished time very much, except for distracting himself from the affairs of 'guarding the city pass', almost all his thoughts were on cultivation. Now seeing that Meng Chuan is wasting so much time in the gap between the world, he naturally disdains.

King Zhenwu was also a little surprised: "King An Hai and I were only ordered to protect them for three years. A year later, King An Hai and I need to be more diligent in our treasure hunting. This year...... He actually painted? This Senior Brother Meng, I can't understand it. ”

Meng Chuan is good at the way of painting, and asks the secret of his heart with painting, and there are very few people in the early Yuan Mountain who know it.

It is the 'Yuan Chu Mountain Lord' who has fought with Meng Chuan head-on, knowing the fourth layer of Meng Chuan's original spirit, and he doesn't know that Meng Chuan relies on 'painting' to ask his heart.

None of them agreed with what Meng Chuan had done.

From the point of view of the gods and demons, how precious is the opportunity to watch the 'birth of the world' practice?

Of course, when everyone looks at Meng Chuan's paintings, no one goes to 'preach'. After all, they are all senior brothers, and Meng Chuan is also the top god and demon strength, and he is not a child, so he doesn't need them to teach.

......

Sitting on the stool, the wind was blowing in the gap between the worlds, Meng Chuan adjusted the paint, held the paintbrush and was about to start the brush, but hesitantly looked up at the purple thunder.

The purple thunder was domineering and dazzling, and one electric snake after another slashed down wantonly, like a huge thunder and lightning tree, which tore through the darkness and brought the beginning of the world.

"How to draw it?" Meng Chuan hesitated with a paintbrush in his hand, "The thunder in this long river of time and space is too vast, it is a thousand times more shocking than the ordinary thunder and lightning seen in the human world, and it is impossible to draw it completely with a pen." ”

Meng Chuan's painting talent is indeed much higher than the knife technique, and he has long surpassed the point of 'painting skin, bones, and souls'.

If he wants to paint such a holy hand, he naturally points directly to the essence of this purple thunder.

"The nature of this thunder and lightning ......"

"I am a feudal god and demon, and the long river of time and space is a darkness in my eyes, and the purple thunder I see may only be a part of its reality. Meng Chuan is self-aware, "Even this part is vast. ”

"I had no choice but to take it apart and draw it. ”

Meng Chuan's generation of painting Taoist holy hands, naturally has a way, "divided into many paintings, each painting is dedicated to a certain aspect of thunder and lightning." ”

"The first one depicts the destruction of thunder and lightning. Meng Chuan raised his head and carefully looked at the purple thunder that lit up one after another in the darkness in the distance.

It is different from the sword cultivation in the past.

This time, I look at it purely from a painterly point of view, mainly observing the 'destruction' of thunder.

"The destruction of thunder and lightning...... Also score different angles to draw. Meng Chuan shook his head gently, this purple thunder became more and more gorgeous the more he looked at it, but it was really difficult to draw, which made him Meng Chuan so difficult.

Meng Chuan finally began to paint.

The first painting depicts purple electric snakes, Meng Chuan painted them very carefully, and the purple electric snakes are connected to each other, combined with each other, and their power is constantly superimposed and converged.

This first painting Meng Chuan was completely immersed in it, he painted in detail the combination of three thousand electric snakes, and finally these purple electric snakes formed a huge 'thunder and lightning tree', and it took a day and a half to paint this painting.

"The first one was made. Meng Chuan wrote his name in the upper right corner of the scroll - the Endless Phase of Destruction.

For a day and a half, without sleep, Meng Chuan was full of energy.

The primordial gods are all blooming with spiritual light.

Obviously, the painting 'Thunder' has caused a slow metamorphosis of the Yuan Shen, and Meng Chuan doesn't care about it, it is very difficult for the fourth layer of the Yuan Shen to reach the fifth layer of the Yuan Shen.

"The 'Endless Aspects of Destruction' of my thunder and lightning have exhausted my pen. Meng Chuan looked up, and the purple electric snake was endlessly converging, forming such a terrifying power, which was really terrifying. Meng Chuan's painting on this is already his temporary limit.

"The second painting. ”

Meng Chuan put away the first scroll, put away the new paper, and began to write.

A thunderbolt began to appear on the paper.

Thunder Strike!

Penetrate the layers of dark obstacles!

This painting is just a scene of 'a thunderbolt piercing through the darkness', but Meng Chuan's painting is very fine, the thunder and lightning are like a 'spear' piercing through layers of darkness, and every time it pierces, there is thunder and lightning to excite and disperse. Then it converges and continues to split into the next layer of darkness.

The painting was also painted for nearly a day, and Meng Chuan wrote his name in the upper left corner - the return of destruction to the one.

......

Meng Chuan painted endlessly, in fact, King Zhenwu, King Anhai, Xue Feng, and Yan Chitong were also sleepless, and it was not important to eat, drink and sleep in their realm, even replenishing water could be taken directly from heaven and earth.

Time passed day by day.

Meng Chuan painted one painting after another, each painting was completely different, and the style was very different.

It can be hopeful, hopeless, or palpitating......

'The Silence of Life'...... 'The Selfless Phase of the Void'......' 'The Nine Heavens of the Void'...... 'The Splitting Phase of Lightning'......

Each painting is painted with purple thunder from different angles.

"Yes, it should be so elegant, so wanton. ”

Half a month later, Meng Chuan Meizizi painted, thunder and lightning like a dragon and snake on the paper, when the last stroke was finished, Meng Chuan felt hearty, this is the last painting of fifteen paintings, and it is also the most complex and time-consuming painting, which took him six days.

"Beautiful. ”

Meng Chuan praised it and wrote his name in the upper right corner of the scroll - the lightning of the dragon!

"Twenty-three days, fifteen paintings. Meng Chuan looked at the last painting in front of him, this painting was painted with thousands of electric snakes, countless lightning flashes had their own trajectories, chic and wanton, but they were like one, this 'swimming dragon phase' looked full of beauty. Compared with the real purple thunder, this painting really looks like thousands of dragons and snakes are swimming.

But this is indeed one aspect of Purple Thunder.

"Manpower is sometimes poor. ”

Meng Chuan looked up at the scene of the birth of the world, "Fifteen paintings are the ultimate I can draw when I look at the purple thunder now." Draw all my perceptions of it. ”

Fifteen paintings, the 'fifteen phases' of thunder.

"Whew. ”

Meng Chuan sat on a stool and waved his hand, and fifteen paintings all appeared in levitation, floating around.

Then he turned over his hand and took out a pot of wine, Meng Chuan drank the wine and looked at his fifteen paintings, and the more he looked at it, the more satisfied he became.