Raising the Demon

Chapter 687 A stroke comes true
Zhu Youcai is worthy of being the number one talented person in Beijing. Although his name is too straightforward, at least he is not humble.

Before Zi Baifeng started to paint, he had already finished drawing the first screen with a speed like a storm, and a picture of Chunxi in a private school received endless applause, which made countless people feel excited. Difficult to level.

Zhu Youcai glanced at Zi Baifeng provocatively, and found that Zi Baifeng was still staring at the blank screen in a daze, and he was slightly relieved. He began to eat and study the remaining few kinds of ink, and the feeling of those three kinds of ink. They are different, especially the piece of osmanthus ink, which seems to have a strange attraction, dangerous, deadly, and unstoppable, like a rose with thorns, a poisonous beauty snake.

Zhu Youcai felt that he couldn't help being attracted.

Just now the boss of Baomozhai yelled 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 dead energy sealed in the inkstone is like a tiger in a cage, an enemy trampled underfoot, arousing the dark desire in everyone's heart, wanting to conquer, want to ravage, want to To destroy everything.

It is not just a piece of ink, but an inherent emotion. Even a single ink dot on paper can convey the artistic conception that ordinary ink can never convey.

This is beyond the scope of ink, or in other words, the force of this ink is directly added to 10086.

This should not be the ink of the mortal world, but the ink from the Nine Nether Worlds, from the sinking hell, from the darkness deep in the human heart.

Although he knew that the properties of this ink were completely different from the subject matter he had conceived and it was not suitable, but he still couldn't help but want to use it.

Finally, he stretched out his right arm tremblingly, changed a pen, stretched out his trembling hand towards the thick black ink, sucked it full, and landed heavily on the screen.

"Wow!" When he was writing, he heard a burst of exclamation from behind.

There are countless scenes in his mind, the carefree school life has long passed, they started the academy life, and began to do everything for the future, competing with each other, fighting each other, cheating in the examination room, cheating for personal gain, framing .Originally, in his conception, the completely sunny "Academy Xia Yang" has become a completely dark version.

But I don't know why, maybe that Gui Xiemo brought out the dark side in his body, this ink indeed has an indescribable evil nature, but he felt that it was done in one go, even smoother than the first painting.

The exclamations behind him followed one another, one sentence after another, and finally formed a sound wave formed spontaneously by everyone. He pursed his lips proudly, and the pen in his hand fell like a rainstorm, and instantly outlined the entire painting.

Then he took a breath and turned his head away, intending to enjoy the cheers of the crowd.

But he found that the exclamation of those people did not stop, and even became louder and louder.

He turned his head and saw that the call was not actually echoing him, but echoing Zi Baifeng who was beside him.

At the same time he started painting, Zi Baifeng finally started to paint.

Zi Baifeng's writing is not fast, and he can see every stroke clearly.

He just put a little bit of ink 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 exclamation of the crowd became one after another, wave after wave.

In the sky, at some point, there was a cloud.

A cloud formed completely from the condensation of dead energy, and every time Zi Baifeng fell, the cloud would also have an extra stroke.

Gradually, the arm became clearer and easier to identify.

It was the arm of a demon!

Humans would never have such arms.

The arm was trapped in a crack, surrounded by a whirlwind of death, and there were large and small demons surrounding the arm. Judging from the size of those demons, this arm was astonishingly frightening !
That huge arm seems to have the power to take the soul away. Seeing it is like seeing a real huge demon arm protruding from the crack in space.

At the beginning of the painting, everyone just exclaimed, but when Zi Baifeng painted the whole hand completely, the exclamation turned into wailing and mourning, and some people just stared at the huge demon. Just looking at it with your hands is almost frightening.

"What kind of spell is this..." Zhu Youcai was extremely upset. He wanted to reach out to grab Zi Baifeng, but when he stretched out his hand, he stopped uncontrollably.

His eyes fell on the screen in front of Zi Baifeng.

Powerful, terrifying, brutal, ruthless, chaotic...

At that moment, Zhu Youcai felt that the aura in his body was running out of order, and he was almost insane.

After glancing at a painting, he was almost frightened into madness!
What the hell is this painting!

Looking back at everything I drew just now, what kind of favoritism and fraud, what kind of framing and framing, how can this be considered darkness?

In Zi Baifeng's pen, the scene that looks like the end of the world is the real darkness and darkness.

And Zi Baifeng didn't use any spells at all.

He just poured all his energy into the screen. His painting skills have surpassed illusion, and the painting has come true. The painting automatically and spontaneously reflects the huge demon arm in the sky!
Extremely literary!

What kind of literary attainments is this to reach this level?
At that moment, Zhu Youcai had an impulse, he wanted to drop the pen in his hand, cover his face and leave.

The painting skills between him and Zi Baifeng have been investigated for thousands of miles. This is an insurmountable gap!
But he is not willing to give up. As a talented scholar and a scholar, he almost subconsciously draws strength from Zi Baifeng's painting skills, and wants to learn everything and integrate it into his own paintings.

At the same time, he still has a doubt, what exactly is this thing?
"This... this is the arm of the Demon King!" Finally, someone who understood Zi Baifeng's painting understood,

"The arm of the demon king, what is that?" Someone wondered.

"Of course it is the arm of the demon king who invaded my human world from the demon realm! Haven't you heard that the demon king uses his arm to open the two worlds so that demons can come to the human world? This must be the arm of the demon king !"

"Shh, official uniforms don't allow you to talk about demons in private, you're crazy!" Another person hurriedly said.

At this moment, Zi Baifeng finished his last stroke.

Just like the finishing touch, after the last stroke, the huge demon arm in the sky swung it with a whimper, and grabbed the ground.

"Ah!" The people on the ground screamed at the same time, the huge and incomparable palm knocked everyone out of their wits, even Zhu Youcai sat down in fright.

(End of this chapter)