Way of the Devil

Three days later.

Lu Sheng carefully sits in the middle of a huge and complex complex.

This time the array is much bigger than before.

If there is no accident, the difference in time flow rate this time should be much longer than before.

He completely arranged the limits of the array that he could do. In the case of ignoring the energy level, only the world with the largest difference in velocity is searched.

In this way, the light is the smallest multiple, and at least one hundred to one hundred can be achieved. A little bigger is one to several hundred, even thousands, thousands.

Such a huge flow rate gap is enough for him to feel a long time inside.

Hey.

Lu Sheng slowly erased a pattern of control level, and re-etched a new pattern with a crystal knife.

Then from time to time with Yang Yuan slowly injected into it. Make the formation completely integrated into the whole array.

"Over the sea." Lu Sheng whispered a little, the index finger touched the ground.

hiss

A metal ball that has completely turned into a lacquered black slowly emerges from behind him.

"The repair of the strengthened sea-beads as the nucleus should extend the duration of the cracks and withstand more time and space pressure.

It would be better if you could expand some crack sizes. "Lu Sheng has some faint ideas. It is best to use the array method to leave a solid track in both worlds."

In this way, he wants to cross into the world he has been to, and it can be easier.

Unfortunately, to this extent, the energy needed is too large. The energy of a single individual is not enough.

The road mark requires incomparably powerful power to continuously send out signals, penetrating numerous time and space storms and space-time eddies.

This requires a constant supply of energy, and the source of continuous replacement.

"Let's do it now." Lu Sheng repaired the last bit of the pattern, and checked the high-energy items on his body.

This trip to the low-energy world, all high-energy things can not be brought away, will be isolated from the world.

Once isolated in the space-time shuttle, anything without enough energy protection will be instantly torn into pieces.

Therefore, Lu Sheng has thrown all his belongings into Haizhu. He is not sure if the world of the heart can bring something to come, and simply do not take the risk.

Some medicinal herbs, two sacred soldiers, a new purchase of the magic knives used for surgery, two bottles of spirits with great spiritual power to appease the remedy.

Others are some miscellaneous items. Lu Sheng only left some basic gold and silver gems on his body, and then added a little high-calorie food. It will open a large array and inject enough Yang Yuan mana into the sea.

After doing all this, he calmed his mind and body, slowly closed his eyes and sat in his seat.

嘶嘶

A little red line slowly lit up along the lines and spread.

The sea bead is suspended in the air, and a red line is slowly linked below, and the number of red lines is increasing. More and more dense.

Hey! !

In a flash, a gray light flashed past the top of the sea pearl, and a gray crack suddenly opened.

Lu Sheng jumped up, and the whole body turned into black light, and the arrow shot into the crack.

The cracks slowly closed, leaving only the size of the sesame seeds still suspended in the air.

Hey!

The sea pearls quickly shot a red line and wrapped the gray tightly.

In order to wait until the next time you need it, expand it again.

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Give it a try.

The white curtains were pulled apart.

Lu Sheng looked out at the flat lawn outside the window and the blond boy riding a bicycle circle, and the faint smear of the door outside could be heard in the ear.

He looked down at his dress.

One meter six tall, wearing white shirt jeans, carrying a small shoulder bag with a small shoulder bag. There is still a school badge on the right chest.

"Twenteen-year-old Zhuo Zhenyu. I studied at the Second Central School in Wahua Town. The biggest wish is to let the old man fulfill his wishes and become the world's top painter who has won the title of God."

"I felt wrong before I came, and the consequences came." Lu Sheng sighed helplessly.

Through the reflection of the glass, he clearly saw that his still tender face had not left his childishness.

"The skin color is a bit white, the face of the Westerners' oriental skin?"

Lu Sheng is quite satisfied with this body. The world, as he expected, is a world without any extraordinary power.

The energy inertia in the void is so powerful.

In the Tianmo world, thousands of kilometers of huge smoldering energy can be destroyed, and there is not enough cigarettes here.

Lu Sheng tried the strength of the lower body at the beginning, but unfortunately, the material structure here is extremely stable, and there is almost no free energy. It’s pretty good to be able to light a smoldering fire.

Apart from these, what makes him quite interested is that the main theme of this world is the painter.

Every year, more than 100 countries around the world hold a world-class artist competition, named the Eye of God.

Those who won the top three will receive the eye of God, the hand of God, and the supreme title of the color of God.

And this physical father is a former ‘good’ artist.

Judging from Zhuo Zhenyu's memory, his father Zhuo Siqing's own painting skills are ‘strong,’ and he is particularly confident in his own realistic painting techniques. Although he participated in the competition many times, he did not break through the district level.

Zhuo Siqing also blamed the above judges for not recognizing the people. Every time I am depressed.

But he is speechless. This product is often boasted in front of Zhuo Zhenyu to boast that his strength is extraordinary. If he had this oil bottle, he would have made great advances in painting and it is not a problem to reach the world finals.

The shadow of the mother has never been seen since childhood. Father Zhuo Siqing was also a mother, and he took all the housework.

The most interesting thing is that there are very few painters in the world who claim to be able to master the mystery of a painting soul.

Mastering the painter of the painting, making the painting, can even unconditionally affect any living person who sees the painting. Let them fall into all kinds of hallucinations and emotions.

"Ordinary painters don't have any ability. They are just ordinary people, but masters who master advanced techniques and paint souls can have a variety of special forces.

"The world has such a huge limit on extraordinary power, but it seems so relaxed and generous in painting. I want to start learning to paint!"

Lu Sheng recalled Zhuo Zhenyu's memory. Because he liked sports since he was a child, Zhuo Zhenyu was completely dissatisfied with one of his paintings that his father tried to teach him.

This also led him to fail even the basic skills, let alone become a painter.

Later, although there was some change in the impression of the painting, I was barely able to start to catch up. The time is a bit late.

"It's a bit of a hassle. There is no martial arts in painting. I want to use the deep blue speed, I am afraid there is no way." Lu Sheng brows tightly and walks to the desk to look at the book above.

Basic sketching techniques, painting to masters, drawing and color, etc.

Just look around and look at it, there are a lot of messes in it. The black words and the red notes are mixed together, and the whole looks like a strong academic atmosphere.

In some places, there are even a few comments in one sentence.

“Xiaoyu, Xiaoyu?” Zhuo Siqing outside the room shouted his name.

Lu Sheng packed up his mood and ran out.

"What's wrong? Is there something?"

Zhuo Siqing wore some rumpled casual black suit, glasses, and a bag of fish to kill.

It’s a bit wrong to hear Lu Sheng’s words. Usually, my son is not like this.

However, he did not care much. He immediately recovered and changed his shoes to throw the fish into the kitchen sink.

"How, is everything going smoothly in school today?" He went to the living room to open the air conditioner, then took off his jacket and sat down and asked.

"Alright." Lu Sheng also sat down.

He calculated the energy activity comparison of the world before. About the energy here is extremely thin, and the inertia is high and scary.

The conversion formula is calculated, and the time difference from the Tianmo world is about one to four hundred degrees.

In other words, there is only one day in this year.

Ten years here, there are ten days over there.

Although this time is not too much, it is for the road winner who is seriously lacking in time. It is already extraordinarily sufficient.

If you can break through the ambiguity, you must look at the sentiment here.

In fact, if the world with high energy concentration is the best, it is not the case that Lu Sheng can decide.

"It is best to understand the key in these years."

Lu Sheng took off his schoolbag, and his body instinctively reached out and grabbed a beanbag that had just been taken out from the table.

Snapped.

Zhuo Siqing grabbed his wrist with precision.

"Eat after eating!"

"Okay." Lu Sheng suddenly took control. It was not that he wanted to eat, but the body Zhuo Zhenyu liked to eat.

"You will be eating in the school cafeteria in a few days. You are going to participate in a competition."

Zhuo Siqing talked about painting and fluttering, dancing and flying, and even the road wins and grabs the shovel bag and forgets to pay attention.

Lu Sheng is not in a hurry. Anyway, Zhuo Siqing’s big and small competitions have gone to the sea. As for this kind of physical wish, it doesn't matter if he can't make it. Anyway, the soul of the soul has already been accommodated at the limit of the body. Reintegration can only be a waste.

The most crucial thing is the sentiment.

As for how to feel

Lu Sheng had memorized the fate of Dongyuan Qiulu in advance, and this practice was based on spirituality.

It is natural to ask for things.

After eating the food with Zhuo Siqing, he was rushed back to the room to write homework, and Zhuo Siqing continued to practice painting.

Now this family relies on him to barely sell ordinary paintings to maintain the day.

Today, adding a fish is a bite to bear over. Or Zhuo Siqing sees his son's face is not good, go out and buy something to make up the body.

After dinner, Lu Sheng sat back at the desk.

"In any case, first practice the power of self-protection."

Even if there is no extraordinary power, it is enough for Yang Yuan to nourish him.

In the next few days, Lu Sheng will adapt to the living environment and learn basic painting skills from the beginning.

Zhuo Siqing, who participated in the competition, soon returned to the ash. His paintings were not even in the finals of the district.

However, it is good to have repeated defeats. In one afternoon, he will return to normal and continue to cook for Lu Sheng.

Soon, one dish and one soup served on the table.

"Eat. Eat back and practice basic skills." Zhuo Siqing waved.

"How old is your painting? Did you enter the finals?" Lu Sheng unrelentingly opened the scars.

Zhuo Siqing's dough was pumped.

"The finals are only natural, but it is not easy for me to look at the old people in the same group. I will take the initiative to step back and let him go."