Tales of Herding Gods

Chapter 587: The word 倾河汉老书生

"Yes!" Si Po and other people have the same voice.

The scorpion explorer grabbed the abyss of the Wusong City, and the mana rushed out, and a magma rose to the sky. The scorpion grabbed a large pen, took the magma as the ink, and used the earth as the paper to paint the dragon and snake on the ground.

His pen, with the tail hair of a fire wolf cultivating to the realm of the gods, is the pole of the gods from the remains of the Great Wall. Qin Mu often used it when he was a child, always playing with a donkey. Hand palm.

This kind of fire wolf tail hair can be bathed in the fire without hurting, and the bones of God can release the mana and enjoy the writing articles!

Xunzi has always been gentle, and even a little pedantic, although the money is extraordinary, like the high-ranking emperor game. But when there is no money, it’s so bad that it’s so bad that you don’t dare to make a noise when you sell paintings on the street corner.

Now, he holds his pen, and the pen suddenly suddenly becomes wild and wild, and the whole person suddenly becomes wild and wild at once, with the unique enthusiasm of the scholars and the unique indulgence!

"Xunzi, I will help you!"

The butcher saw his pen, the brushstrokes of the walk and the burning paintings in the flames, and he could not help but give birth to a passion, and slashed the ground and let the scorpion be able to enjoy it.

He took the vitality as the column, and held the magma column to stir the magma in the air, so that the magma would not freeze into the stone, and screamed long: "The pen walks the dragon snake, the word leans the river, the Miao Nian Deyi double! The court play, pro擢冠群英. Whoever does not take the dragon head, it will be straightforward, and the glory of the industry."

"It's too much, it's a big splash, a good name! Recalling Zeng, worshiping the place, the sky map of the year, today's Wuxi City. Singing the white first green shirt, and making a guest. I am a poem, a poem , blow to the fluffy!"

"According to the land, the incense is beautiful, as an old scholar!" Note 1

He has a poetic sentiment, and a song has a heroic taste. He tries his best to live his life. From the celestial prince, the skill industry is the best, the book is full of the world, the country is broken, the poor is stumbling, and the paintings are for a living. People can't help but feel the enthusiasm and the old-fashioned mood.

"Aba!"

The dumb gave a thumbs up, and Dantian banged a loud bang, like a big day burning. The iron stove behind it was like a volcanic spurt, and the raging fire poured into the magma.

The fire is raging, the butcher is arrogant, stirring the magma, the fire illuminates his face and chest, and is baked into red.

The scorpion laughed, like drunkenness, and the more he gave up his own self, the footsteps smashed, and the big pens went more and more, like a dragon like a snake, like a phoenix flying, like a little water, like a milk Yan Xuefei, Like an old cow.

Behind him, the gods emerged, and he painted with his pen, devoted his efforts to writing magnificent articles and mountains and rivers.

Next to it, Qin Mu and Bashan Jiujiu, Si Po and others looked at it.

They never thought that the nephew, who has always been serious and honest, has such a sensational wild indulgence.

He used magma as ink and the earth as paper. In a short period of time, the ground of dozens of acres of land was covered with magma flames. The paintings on the ground were covered in fire, and the golden ones were a bit dazzling.

Who can think, in the heart of the old book, there is such a hearty pride?

The dice don't listen, draw the sky and the earth, the sky stays white, the land is green, draws the wind and thunder, draws the Weisong Mountains and rivers, draws a **** and demon with different statues, and draws an endless army. The chill, the assault, the ribs and muscles that are like steel, the sword is sharp and bright.

He drew a battlefield and painted countless postures that were leaping. Qin Mu and others only looked at it, and they felt that the gods in the painting and the army were jumping out of the painting!

The explosive power of those muscles, the shadows of the slashing swords, the lightning and thunder that are about to erupt from the clouds, the torrential rain that will erupt, the hurricane that screams, the raging tornado, the collapsed mountains, the boiling sea, It is so real!

Xunzi is drawing a magnificent world and is making this world a reality!

The butcher's poetry caused his inspiration to erupt, and his emotions stirred up, inspiring the pride of his chest and the power of creation. He was completely silent in this mad creation, straightforward and indulging the fantasy of his heart.

After a long time, I was nervous. "The army of the Mozu is about to arrive! There is still a hundred miles from here!"

The scorpion turned a deaf ear and continued to paint.

The blind man frowned, said: "There are still eighty miles!"

Qin Mu looked up and looked around for 80 miles. The dark magical spirits here seemed to be coming to this side like black fog. His eyes opened a layer of layers and the heart was shocked. I saw countless huge mountains. The monster tides generally flow over the peaks of the mountains, rushing all the way, waving all kinds of weird weapons, and yelling and rushing to the side.

They are undressed, and their clothes are ragged, unlike the Mozu of the Luofutian, but they are like people who fled.

Their size is huge, they run like flying, they grow grotesque, like different creatures put together to become a monster, the body muscles and organs are rugged and deformed, much more terrible than the Mozu.

Some monsters are covered with heads of various races. The arms are composed of numerous arms twisted together. Some are covered with white bones, like monsters that grow into skeletons, and some faces are covered with large and small eyeballs. Some are like the legs and feet that are so long.

Their weapons are also very primitive. They are big bones with flesh and blood. The eyes are filled with bloodthirsty desires, and they are on the way, destroying everything.

"This is not the Mozu, but the monster from Youdu!"

Qin Mu suppressed the vibration of his heart. These are the deformed monsters that were born in the secluded spirits that absorbed the magic and demon of the secluded capital!

Youdu, not entirely the territory of Tubo, he once traveled to the secluded capital, although the time is not long, but it can be seen that Tubo does not look at power.

Tubo is most concerned about the rules.

The rules of Youdu.

As long as he does not destroy the rules of the Quiet, he rarely actively intervenes in the life of the Quito.

These secrets are the result of the indulgence of Tubo.

Suddenly, a huge magical light with a black flame illuminates from behind the coming monster army, like a fire pillar sweeping the front of the monster, ploughing forward, melting the hill and evaporating the river. Light the trees!

Qin Mu’s eyes crossed these monsters and looked at the source of the magic light. After seeing the rear of the army, a dark lord with a volcanic volcano, the body was tall and burly, and the walk was very slow, but the footsteps were too big. It is enough to make these secluded monsters run for a long time.

"The sacred gods, the ancestors of the Mozu!"

Qin Mu’s mind is disordered and suddenly sees the front of the monster army. There are many supernatural masters and Yankang’s supernatural powers who are rushing away. They are obviously practicing, not paying attention to the arrival of the monsters of the secluded monsters. It is too late to be discovered. .

嗡——

A black light tumbling through the flames of the plow, more than a dozen supernatural powers evaporate immediately, the bones are gone, other supernaturals quickly evade, dangerously avoiding the demon eyes, but then the flood of the monster army flooded.

These Yankang and Taihuangtian supernatural powers couldn't even pick up a little spray, and they disappeared completely.

"Forty miles!"

The scorpion was very nervous and screamed: "Hey, isn't it? Thirty miles! Prepare for war!"

His voice just fell, the scorpion suddenly took the pen, heavier, and lived this painting, the flame whizzed through the hundred acres of painting.

The scorpion used the pen as a gun, and he picked it up. The hundred-acre painting suddenly stood up. Then, this unimaginable painting gradually exhaled an inexplicable breath.

The paintings are compatible with the heavens and the earth and disappear from them.

Bang, bang.

There was a thunder in the sky, and a series of lightnings awakened everyone. The people looked up and saw that there was a sudden cloud in the sky, and the clouds were burning, which was hard to imagine.

The dark clouds of the raging fire are getting wider and wider, and the distance between them is getting bigger and bigger. Suddenly the hurricane suddenly rises, and the huge tornado with the blazing flame descends from the sky, one, two, three...

In an instant, countless fire dragons are like the dragons of the heavens, hang down, tear the earth, ignite, and madly roll forward!

哗——

The sky is raining, but it is not rain, but lava fire, a huge lava with a flame from the sky like a raindrop, slanting and falling, rushing to the savage monsters that are running wild, 砸Countless monsters turn over the horse!

Numerous tornadoes rushed into the army, surrounded by twisted, unformed bodies, tumbling with high altitudes, then smashed by violent winds, or died under the thunder that fell from the sky.

Suddenly, a **** in the clouds led a thousand troops to jump out of the clouds, descending from the sky, slanting down, killing and deafening.

It was the army of millions of gods and devils, colliding with the monsters that flocked to this side, and numerous stray limbs flew in the air. The scene was **** and magnificent.

Qin Mu, Xunzi and others were staring at this scene without them having to fight for it. They didn't need to take care of themselves, and the Mozu's forward army was blocked.

Blocked by one person!

The scorpion held a pen and continued to paint. A sacred demon and a sergeant jumped out of his pen and rushed to the battlefield. He was not afraid of death. The airborne thunder and lightning, raging sweeping, but did not touch the gods and the army, only bombarded The head of the Mozu army.

These gods and demon army are all people in the painting, and the rain and lightning in the painting have nothing to do with them.

"Don't these secluded Mozu army rush into the painting world of Grandpa?"

Qin Mu suddenly moved in the heart and thought of a possibility. However, this painting must have a border. What is the boundary of the world in the painting?

He looked around and couldn't see any boundaries of the painting.

The paintings of the scorpion are so high that they have reached the point where they need to learn again.

"Yankang Guoshi said that Grandpa can block a million males and say nothing!"

Qin Mu Xin said: "And this sentence, but the Tiantu country was destroyed, after the country was turned into an 18-story hell, Yankang Guoshi's evaluation of Grandpa."

Note 1: The words of Shi Xiaoyou of the Song Dynasty, Man Tingfang, the house pig was slightly modified.

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