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Volume 1, Yan Cunzheng, Chapter 691: A stroke of wisdom comes true and the evil devil descends

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    Zhu Youcai is indeed the most talented person in Beijing. Although his name is too straightforward, at least he is not modest.  Before Zi Baifeng started writing, he had already completed the painting of the first screen at a speed like a storm. The picture of Chunxi in a private school received endless applause and made countless people's hearts surge with excitement.  Difficult to calm down.  Zhu Youcai glanced at Zi Baifeng provocatively and found that Zi Baifeng was still staring at the blank screen. He breathed a sigh of relief. He began to study the remaining inks and the feeling of those three inks.  They are all different, especially the piece of Guixie ink, which seems to have a strange attraction, dangerous, deadly, and addictive, just like a thorny rose or a poisonous beautiful snake.  Zhu Youcai felt that he was involuntarily attracted.  Just now, the boss of Bao Mo Zhai shouted from below that it was just a gimmick and flashy, but Zhu Youcai felt that this was not a gimmick, but an unspeakable temptation.  This kind of death energy sealed in the inkstone is like a tiger in a cage, an enemy being trampled underfoot, arousing the dark desire in everyone's heart, wanting to conquer, want to ravage,  Want to destroy everything.  It is not just a piece of ink, but an inherent emotion. Even a dot of ink on paper can convey an artistic conception that ordinary ink can never convey.  This is beyond the scope of ink, or in other words, the quality of this ink is directly increased by 10086.  This should not be the ink in the mortal world. It comes from the Nine Netherworlds of the Demon Realm, from the sinking hell, and from the darkness deep in the human heart.  Although he knew that the properties of this kind of ink were completely different from the subject matter he conceived, and it was not suitable, he still couldn't help but want to use it.  Finally, he stretched out his right arm tremblingly, replaced it with a pen, reached for the thick black ink with trembling hands, sucked in the ink, and landed heavily on the screen.  "Wow!" As he was writing, he heard an exclamation from behind.  Countless scenes emerged in his mind. The carefree elementary school life was long gone. They began to live in the academy and began to do whatever they could for the future. They competed with each other, fought, cheated in the examination room, engaged in malpractice for personal gain, and framed others.  .  His original conception of "Xia Yang of the Academy", which was completely sunny, turned into a completely dark version.  But I don¡¯t know why, maybe the Gui Xie ink brought out the dark side in his body. This ink did have unspeakable evil nature, but he felt that it was done in one go, even more smoothly than the first painting.  The exclamations behind him were one after another, one sentence after another, and in the end almost formed a wave of sound spontaneously formed by everyone. He pursed his lips proudly, and the pen in his hand fell like a rainstorm, instantly outlining the entire painting.  Then he took a breath and turned his head, intending to enjoy the cheers of the crowd.  But he discovered that the exclamations of those people did not stop, and even got louder and more intense.  He turned around and saw that the call was not actually in response to him, but in response to Zi Baifeng beside him.  At the same time that he started painting, Zi Baifeng finally started to paint.  Zi Baifeng did not write very quickly, and he could see every stroke and every stroke clearly.  He just put a little ink dot on the screen.  Then with the ink dot as the center, a huge arm was drawn.  "Look, look!" Someone suddenly pointed to the sky.  ¡°Then the crowd¡¯s exclamations of exclamation became one after another, one after another.  I don¡¯t know when there was a cloud in the sky.  It was a cloud that was completely condensed from the air of death, and with every stroke Zi Baifeng made, one more stroke appeared in the cloud.  Gradually, the arm becomes clearer and easier to identify.  That¡¯s an evil arm! ? Human beings will never have arms like this.  The arm was trapped in a crack, surrounded by a whirlwind-like death aura, and there were demons of all sizes surrounding the arm. Judging from the size of those demons, this arm was frightening.  !  That huge arm seems to have the power to enchant people. Seeing it is like seeing a real huge evil arm stretching out from the cracks in space.  At the beginning of painting, everyone just exclaimed, but when Zi Baifeng reached the end of the painting and completely outlined the entire hand, the exclaims turned into wails and screams. Some people just stared at the huge evil demon.  Just looking at it with your hands is almost frightening.  "What kind of spell is this" Zhu Youcai felt extremely unhappy. He wanted to reach out to grab Zi Baifeng, but when he stretched out his hand, it stopped uncontrollably.    His eyes fell on the screen in front of Zi Baifeng.  Powerful, terrifying, cruel, ruthless, chaotic At that moment, Zhu Youcai felt that the spiritual energy in his body was running disorderly, and he was almost going crazy.  After taking one look at a painting, he almost went crazy with fear!  Thiswhat kind of painting is this!  ??Looking back at what I just drew, what is all the fraud and frame-up? How can this be considered darkness?  The scene written by Zi Baifeng that looks like the end of the world is the real darkness, and there is no daylight.  And Zi Baifeng didn¡¯t use any spells at all.  He just poured all his energy and energy into the screen. His painting skills have transcended illusions and become reality when he paints. The painting automatically reflects the huge evil arm in the sky!  The ultimate in literary skills!  What kind of literary attainments are needed to reach this level?  At that moment, Zhu Youcai had an impulse to drop the pen in his hand, cover his face and leave.  The painting skills between him and Zi Baifeng are thousands of miles apart. This is an insurmountable gap!  But he was reluctant to give it up. As a talented man and a scholar, he almost subconsciously drew strength from Zi Baifeng's painting skills, wanting to learn everything and integrate it into his own paintings.  At the same time, he still had a doubt, what exactly is this thing?  "Thisthis is the arm of the Demon King!" Someone finally understood Zi Baifeng's painting, "The arm of the Demon King, what is that?" Some people were confused.  "Of course it's the arm of the Demon King who invaded my human world from the Demon Realm! Haven't you heard that the Demon King used his arm to open the two realms so that the demon can come to the human world? This must be the arm of the Demon King  "Hush, official uniforms don't allow you to talk about evil things in private, you're crazy!" another person said hurriedly.  At this moment, Zi Baifeng finished the last stroke.  Just like the finishing touch, after the last stroke, the huge evil arm in the sky waved and grabbed towards the ground with a roar.  "Ah!" The people on the ground screamed almost at the same time. The huge palm frightened everyone. Even Zhu Youcai sat down in fear.
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