"If Liu Feng is a rebel......"

Xia Jinnian could almost imagine the scene at that time.

The father is working very hard to postpone the 10,000-year catastrophe, and if the postponement coincides with the time when Liu Feng became a painting saint, it seems that the terrible side will really happen.

As for whether Liu Feng became a painting saint?

Xia Jinnian never doubted.

Ordinary people go to the Painting Immortal first, and then accumulate fame, sprint to the famous Immortal, and raise the cultivation speed, so after reaching the Painting Immortal, most people have a stable plateau period, and Liu Feng, he is a special geek who came to the famous Immortal Painting Immortal first, how can he reduce his cultivation speed?

It's already good if you don't improve!

"So, eighty percent of the time. ”

Xia Jinnian's expression was solemn.

It's just that the "facts" he deduced have been repeatedly confirmed, and this is the most likely one. It's just that he doesn't know Liu Feng's true identity, and he also ignores a big event that Liu Feng is on the list-Roselle Mountain.

Where is Mount Roselle?

There are many immortals!

Liu Feng became famous there and was remembered by everyone.

Hmm, how much fame can you have when you are remembered by a group of painting immortals? Moreover, it was still when Liu Feng's strength was weak? That was almost a superimposed increase! Therefore, the height of Liu Feng's current fame has even exceeded Xia Jinnian's imagination, and it is only one step away from painting immortals!

"Gotta figure it out. ”

Xia Jinnian finally deduced and finalized Liu Feng's "rebellion".

"Brother Liu. ”

Xia Jinnian knocked lightly on the table, and a crisp and rhythmic voice came, "It's time to go head-to-head." I've been waiting for this moment for a long time. ”

......

"Boom!"

The surging fame rushed like substance.

Liu Feng could feel it. The prestige of his own list is advancing wildly, and he has pushed it past ninety percent. It is still progressing, although the cultivation speed has decreased, but at this rate, even if he doesn't do anything, as long as it takes a month, he can become a famous painting immortal! It's just that it's still not enough.

"I've wasted a month and don't have much time left. ”

Liu Feng pondered for a moment, his gaze resting on the spirit painting that he had been keeping.

Five Catastrophes. All are mutated conditions.

AIDS is not the strongest, but it is now one of the most contagious.

Although its pathology has mutated I don't know how many times, in any case, the most basic things are still those, these things that were not easy to treat, after the combination of painting power and reality, are so light. Liu Feng even saw the molecules, why is it difficult to drive out the virus?

Next.

Liu Feng released the spirit painting again, and this time. It was a real shock to the whole world.

The Five Catastrophes of Desperation Liu Feng went to four, and everyone knows this, Liu Feng has won the gratitude of almost the entire Great Xia Dynasty, but about the fifth ......

In fact.

Although it is a desperate five disasters. But the average person doesn't think of it as a disease, it's a curse.

The curse of the demon god?

This is the price of the winners.

Unless humans can completely exterminate the demon race, they will have to bear the curse of the demon god. God knows. After that war, how many people lost their painting power and became useless. The curse of the demon god began to circulate among humans, and this is a sharp sword hanging over the heads of humans for an unknown number of years!

No one expected Liu Feng to remove the curse of the demon god.

Because......

They didn't even dare to think about it.

Upper capital. A certain royal mansion.

A middle-aged man with a thin figure sat slumped on the bed, his face black, without a trace of luster, and his eyes were deep-set. An old woman was feeding him mouthful, looking very sad, if she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, who would have thought that the genius of the year would have fallen to this?

back then.

He is about to become a painting immortal, and his strength is unmatched.

Who didn't expect that in the final trial, when he was about to become a painting immortal, he accidentally fell under the curse of the demon god, and since then his painting power has decreased, and he has been riddled with diseases, and it is a miracle that he has been able to survive for so many years!

"Old thing, why aren't you dead yet?"

A snarky voice came.

A bewitching woman dressed in a beautiful dress walked in, looked at the mother and son who ruined their future, and sneered, "In the future, two meals a day will be changed to one, and you will starve to death and be reincarnated early." ”

The middle-aged man's vacant gaze swept over the woman, and then turned back silently.

Twenty years.

He's used to it.

His name is Zhuang Mingyuan.

This woman was originally his wife, and she married him at his most glorious moment, but how did he become a waste after being cursed by the demon god, this woman immediately drove his family to this firewood house, and his mother was tortured, and he was angry and helpless from the beginning to the numbness now.

Even if you are angry, what can you do?

He can't do anything.

"The Curse of the Demon God......"

Zhuang Mingyuan had palpitations for a while, but he couldn't even shed tears.

The old woman just spoon-by-spoon feeding, always with a kind look on her face, "Son, there is hope in life, there is hope in life." ”

What hope is there?!

He wants to roar sometimes!

What hope can you have if you fall under the curse of the demon god, why not kill him?

"Hey, hey, hey, hey. ”

The woman angrily smashed the rice bowl and whipped it down, the old woman's body twitched, Zhuang Mingyuan's body trembled, and he struggled for a moment, but he didn't move at all.

"Yo, are you still moving?"

The woman sneered coldly.

When she was about to teach the mother and son a hard lesson, suddenly, there was a chaotic sound outside the door, and the woman was immediately furious, "What's the matter, didn't you say that you won't disturb me?"

"Ma'am, something has happened. ”

"How?"

"The jewelry and money in your room have been stolen by the maid Xiaozhu!"

"What?"

The woman was furious and turned back suddenly, "You instructed that?"

Zhuang Mingyuan was stunned when he heard this.

Xiaozhu, who was responsible for summoning him at the beginning, after he lost his painting power, only this little maid secretly sent him all kinds of things, otherwise he would have died a long time ago, and he was occasionally caught, and he was also beaten, and over the years, I don't know how many times he was whipped.

"Huh. ”

Zhuang Mingyuan sneered in his dry mouth.

Good for stealing!

"A good pair of dog men and women, they all look like this, and they don't forget to hook up. ”

The woman sneered, and the leather whip in her hand was raised again.

"Who?"

"Xiaozhu, how dare you come back?"

"Boom!"

The dilapidated wooden door was suddenly slammed open, and Xiaozhu broke in, followed by a group of chasing handymen, surrounding the hut to death.

"You have the courage to come back!"

The woman looked at what Xiaozhu was holding, "It seems that you haven't had time to sell the stolen goods yet, idiot." ”

"What are you doing back?"

Zhuang Mingyuan's hoarse voice sounded.

"Save you. ”

Xiaozhu's voice was firm and crisp.

"Save?"

The woman laughed and raised the whip in her hand, "What do you want to save? This time, I won't spare you, I want them to see with their own eyes how you died in my hands." ”

Xiaozhu ignored her.

Instead, he touched and opened the package in his arms, which was not gold and silver treasures, but a spiritual painting, even if he revealed a little true face, it was full of aura.

"What is this?"

The woman changed color suddenly.

"I said, help. ”

Xiaozhu opened the spirit painting and urged it with his poor painting power.

"Boom!"

A dazzling brilliance suddenly descended, and the spirit painting bloomed like a glow in the hut, and everyone finally saw its properties clearly.

Spirit Painting - "The Blessing of the Willow Wind".

That's right, it's this name, in order to better promote and accumulate fame, Liu Feng unceremoniously put his name directly on the spirit painting.

"Hum—"

The brilliance converges, and it is fleeting.

The hut was still the same hut, and it didn't seem to be anything out of the ordinary.

"Sure enough, did it fail?"

The woman sneered.

Actually naively wanted to save a person who was cursed by the demon god, is it possible? It's just that as soon as this thought came to mind, suddenly a cold wind appeared in the hut, and endless painting power rushed to the face, like a terrible whirlpool, the woman raised her head in shock, and the center of the whirlpool was actually Zhuang Mingyuan lying on the bed.

"Boom!"

A beam of painting power exploded in the air.

Zhuang Mingyuan's shriveled body was frantically torn and healed, and the final reshaping was carried out.

"It's ......"

"Quick, kill him. ”

The woman panicked, and several painters hurried up, but before they could get close, they were blown away on the spot. When Zhuang Mingyuan opened his eyes, the whole person was already radiant, and his rickety body stood straight!

"Xiaozhu, take care of my mother. ”

Zhuang Mingyuan said lightly, his voice was like a bell, full of energy.

"Yes. ”

Xiaozhu was delighted.

"What do you want to do?"

The woman staggered back, and the miscellaneous servants also exploded, "My father is an official of the imperial court, if you kill me, you won't be able to escape." ”

"Really?"

The corners of Zhuang Mingyuan's mouth showed a hint of cruelty, "Then try it!"

A quarter of an hour later.

Zhuang Mingyuan left with Xiaozhu and the two, and in the mansion, the strong smell of blood came out, and a piece of blood could be seen within three miles, and it lasted for a long time.

Half an hour later, the Taiyin Palace was fully dispatched! (To be continued......