Chapter 40 The Final Battle

When Sima Yuntian and Yifeng play.

Both of them were lost in thought, Sima Yuntian grasped the chess piece, unable to fall for a long time. The expression in his eyes was full of solemn meaning.

Yi Feng also looked at the chessboard very solemnly. For a time, no one can do nothing.

Suddenly, a great sadness came from behind.

"Wow!"

Under the fighting platform, there were waves of exclamation.

The chessboards of Sima Yuntian and Yi Feng were so mysterious, so many people were so flustered when they saw it, that most people turned their eyes to Mr. Wen Ruo's paintings.

It has long been rumored that Meng Wenruo's paintings shocked the world, but when I saw it today, it turned out to be earth-shattering.

Black and white ink painting, a scene of vicissitudes of life and broken world.

The earth collapsed, countless volcanoes soared up into the sky, mountains and rivers shattered, and rivers and seas flowed backwards.

Countless creatures are running around, and the images of panic and despair make people feel sad for no reason.

Mr. Wen Ruo's paintings are very spiritual, so spiritual that looking at a character in the painting, it is as if he has seen himself running away.

Mr. Wen Ruo didn't use his pen anymore at this moment, but picked up a plate of ink and splashed it on the painting.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"……………………

A puff of ink entered the picture scroll, and immediately took shape, one by one, the dark demons were running through the vicissitudes of life.

"Quack, quack!" "Jie Jie Jie Jie!"

In the painting, there was a sudden burst of evil laughter.

"Help!"

"Oh my God!"

"God, help!"

"mother!"

"My son!"

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A voice of despair came out of the picture scroll. The hearts of countless cultivators who heard the screams of sorrow and screams were hairy.

In the picture scroll, the devil is tearing away thousands of creatures and gnawing at them excitedly.

The sky fell, the ground fell!

Even in the picture, the sun is shattered and the moon is broken into pieces.

The devil appeared everywhere in the world, appeared in all the places that could be seen.

A huge picture of three feet tall, full of endless suffering!

Mr. Wen Ruo stroked the pen last.

"boom!"

In the realm of the picture, a large amount of black fog suddenly spewed out, and the black fog showed a dynamic disaster.

Like the splendid essay not long ago, this painting can also show a dynamic atmosphere.

"Ah quack quack!"

The devil roars, swallows the creatures, and the creatures are agile, allowing the cultivator to enter.

"Gluck!"

Some timid cultivators, looking at the picture, trembled all over.

The painting is in the human bones.

This isn't a big deal. In the black air picture, suddenly, the creatures and demons inside seemed to see the cultivator under the fighting platform.

"Confucianism? Great scholars, help, save me, save my son!" An abrupt voice sounded from the screen.

Under the fighting platform, countless cultivators suddenly excited.

"Quack, quack, there are still 70,000 people, 70,000 flesh and blood, quack, quack, kill me!" The demons seemed to have seen the person on display and wanted to rush down.

It seems that the two worlds see each other through only a layer of membrane.

"Help!" "Help me!" "Help my grandson!"………………

The creatures inside kept calling for help, and the devil roared to rush out.

However, the two worlds, separated by that layer of membrane, couldn't come out, they were extremely tragic and terrible. On the square, it looked like a gust of wind.

Mr. Wen Ruo's paintings finally appeared in front of everyone.

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