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"Buzz ......"

As the pen fell, the pen made a buzzing sound, and the barrel seemed to tremble.

The stroke seemed to be very ordinary, in the amazed eyes of everyone, the ordinary stroke was originally just a black ink, but after the pen buzzed, a person's outline was clearly reflected in everyone's eyes!

The silhouette of that person is extremely clear, and the space around the connected body is perfectly presented!

"Demon Ancestor!"

Everyone exclaimed in their hearts, although it was only a general outline, but the periphery of that outline, the solidified space ripples, were clear!

Duan Wuya's eyes widened even more, and he looked at it without blinking!

This is a stroke of God, painting, it turns out that it can still be like this?

With just one stroke, you can present the outline of a person, although it has been reduced dozens of times, but the perfect embodiment still makes people clearly feel that this outline that has just been drawn is the Demon Ancestor!

This is the way of painting?!

It's not depicted one stroke at a time, but the realm has reached a certain height, and you can do whatever you want?

"Click......

Another stroke fell, and the sound of this stroke was different from the previous one, and this stroke was very fast, just a light touch on the paper, and it quickly left. The light on the barrel of the pen seems to be even more dazzling!

Everyone widened their eyes and looked at the painting, this light, the piece of paper, was originally just an outline of the figure, but at this time, it was even clearer, and together with the color on the body, it was also the same as the Demon Ancestor! Moreover, what kind of posture and what kind of movement the Demon Ancestor was in mid-air, and even the folds of the Evil Ancestor's clothes were clearly depicted!

At this time, on this painting, only the head of the Demon Ancestor has not been drawn!

With that second sound, the spatial ripples around the Demon Ancestor were also rendered with color, and on the paper, they were perfectly reflected. The spatial ripples, the slightest change, were drawn on the paper by this brush, exactly the same, without a trace of error!

"Hey ......"

Suddenly, Ge Lao took a deep breath, his body shook slightly, and the body that was standing there motionless, his palm suddenly lifted slightly, and a cyan light shot out from his index finger and went straight to the pen floating in the air.

"Hum... Click... Pyridium ......"

The floating pen suddenly shook a few times, making three long, low, and vicissitudes of life. These three voices are soul-stirring, as if the human soul may leave the human body at any time in the different voices of these three lives!

As the demon ancestor of the party, it seems that he has lost his soul at this moment, and the spirit of the whole person is instantly sluggish and his eyes are dull.

"Duan boy... You have to remember that the words go to the basics. The painting is unusual, and the brush and ink do not scatter incense. Three strokes cost people's lives, and the body and soul die!"

Ge Lao's expression was solemn, this was teaching his disciples with real people, and he couldn't tolerate the slightest mistake.

This is also the first time that Ge Lao has taught Duan Wuya so seriously, and all the previous things are just the basic skills of painting the Dao. Today, Ge Lao not only wants Duan Wuya to see the real way of painting, but also makes Duan Wuya clear that painting is also a kind of way!

Nodding, Duan Wuya was also very serious. Duan Wuya knew very well that Ge Lao was teaching himself to paint the Dao, this is the real Dao of Painting!

Mountains, rivers, plants and trees, those are all immovable object life, learning to draw dead things is only the basics, only the transformation of living things that are constantly moving, that is the most difficult! And the painting path does not tolerate the slightest difference, a small negligence, resulting in different from real people, it is difficult to hurt the enemy! It is very likely that you will be killed by the enemy!

This is the most important intention of Ge Lao!

Seeing Duan Wuya nodding, Ge Lao withdrew his gaze with satisfaction. And Ge Lao's face no longer had that kind of solemnity, but began to become relaxed.

At this moment, everyone came back to their senses one after another. They looked at Ge Lao, and their bodies retreated one after another, as if they were hiding from the plague god, hiding more than ten zhang away.

The three different voices just now made these characters not think that they were just dead, their souls were almost out of their bodies, and they were not under their control at all!

You must know that the District Snake Ancestor and the Flame Demon Ancestor are all peerless powerhouses across the Central Continent. But in front of Ge Lao, they are like immature children, and life and death are not up to them at all!

That's just two strokes!

With a few sounds, the onlookers feel like they have gone through hell, but what about the Demon Ancestor?

Not only did they cast their gaze in mid-air, but the Demon Ancestor was floating there like a soulless body at this time. No, it's where he is fixed, except for the saliva that flows from the corners of his mouth, and the fluttering snort, which is almost indistinguishable from a dead man!

"Smack......

Everyone was in a trance again, took a pen, and finally fell!

On the paper, that figure finally took shape at this moment!

It's the same as the scene of the Demon Ancestor, no difference!

Looks, movements, clothes, hair, this is a miniature version of the Demon Ancestor!

"People die with paintings, and people die with paintings!"

muttered a sentence in a low voice, Ge Lao stretched out his hand and waved, and the pen flew towards Ge Lao, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

But that painting, at this time, Huaran emitted a burst of colorful light, very dazzling!

Suddenly, the light vanished, turned into floating ashes, and fluttered down!

In mid-air, the Demon Ancestor who was frozen finally returned to normal at this moment: "Painting Dao Family!"

"No ......"

At this moment, the Demon Ancestor shouted very miserably, and with a sound like broken glass, the body of the Demon Ancestor also turned into ashes in the blink of an eye in a burst of spatial fluctuations that made people trance!

All of this seems to be a long time, but it is only a sentence of effort! The Sage Realm is sevenfold and turned into ashes!

With just a pen and a piece of paper, a generation of Sage Realm powerhouses died without the power to resist!

"Hiss......"

Everyone, including Duan Wuya, gasped!

"It's... It's incredible!"

Yes, it's incredible, this scene, they have never seen it, they have never heard of it, for the first time there is a very shocking feeling!

"The Painting Family?"

Some people murmured in their hearts, what is the Painting Dao family?

"Teacher, your injuries are already healed?"

Duan Wuya was very excited, very excited. From the first time I met Ge Lao, an obscene, disabled old man, to the current handsome middle-aged man, Ge Lao has even demonstrated strong strength!

This middle-aged man is no longer a sad person who looks at that picture all day long!

Ge Lao, it's finally recovered!