Started from practicing sword in the countryside of the second dimension

"Isn't this enough? Never mind, let's finish the painting as soon as possible..."

Although the rain would not have any effect on the generals and ministers of the gods, he did not want to get wet.

Thinking of finishing the work quickly, he once again accelerated the blood flow, accelerating it to ten times the speed during his previous battle with the evil spirit.

【laugh】

Along with the sound of blood flowing out of his body, the blood of the general began to flow gradually.

"Ah... more than ten times? I thought I should be able to control it now."

Agility was increased a little, life was increased a little, and all the generals thought that by speeding up the blood flow ten times, there would be no bleeding.

But when he actually opened it, he found that he could barely control the blood rushing through his body, and let the blood flow out as before.

However, due to the increase in properties, this time it is not as extreme as before, and the amount of blood flowing out is not as exaggerated as before.

"what?"

But immediately, all the generals and ministers realized something was wrong.

After the blood flowed out, the area suddenly became quiet.

The sounds of birds, animals and insects in the woods completely disappeared, and even the breeze seemed to have been wiped out. The forest space in this area was as quiet as the corridor of a high-rise building late at night.

【Shua】

【Shua】

【Shua】

Only opposite him, the painter Chang Pu Chi, who had originally stopped writing, suddenly started to write as fast as if he wanted to leave an afterimage.

"This is it, this is it, this is the spirit that makes my heart stop, this is what I am pursuing, I can draw it, I can definitely draw it!"

The painter Acorus Pond had an expression of uncontrollable joy on his face, and his body was shaking like a sieve. The only arm he used for painting was as steady as a rock, and it seemed like two different creatures from the rest of his body.

"As expected, I can't feel it... Is it because I'm emitting it that I can't detect it?"

The opponent's performance was obviously that he was shocked by the momentum of the divine generals and ministers.

The problem is that the generals themselves really can't feel that they have any aura.

It was fine if he was investigating other people, as he could already investigate a lot of things with his current agility, but when it came to himself, he felt basically nothing.

"It looks like his body is about to fail. Well, if you just look at his body, he's just an ordinary old man. That's about it..."

After checking again, Jie Shenjiangchen felt that the opponent should have reached the final stage, and the other parts of his body were obviously unable to hold on, so he prepared to stop the acceleration of the blood.

“No! Wait a minute, please wait a minute, continue, just like this, let me see where your limit is, only in this way can I complete the most perfect, the most perfect...poof”

Seeing that the gods and generals seemed to be returning to their original appearance, the painter Chang Pu Chi suddenly became anxious as he was still a few strokes away from finishing the painting.

He suddenly became so angry that a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.

【boom! ! ! 】

It was at this time that a flash of lightning fell from the sky accompanied by rain.

It seemed that it was going to hit Kaishinjocho, but before it could actually hit him, it moved in a strange arc and finally landed on the figure of the Tengu painted by the painter Ayameike.

"Hmm? Is this a coincidence... something's wrong."

If it was just a simple lightning, General Jie Shen would not have any doubts, but he noticed that when the lightning passed by, it took away the blood that had just flowed out of him, and the blood and lightning together struck the Tengu painting.

Chapter 57: Not Right Not Right

'Clatter' 'Clatter'

The torrential rain from the sky fell upon the earth like a torrential rain, but it fell on the painting of Tengu.

But it was like falling onto a waterproof raincoat and sliding down without any pause.

It is clear that this thing was just a blank scroll not long ago.

"Hey, Ayamechi Painter, are you still alive?"

The general looked at the sky for a few times, and when he could not see anything unusual, he turned his attention to the painter of the calamus pond.

There is no way around it. Even though his agility is now about 9 times that of an ordinary person, this speed is just a drop in the bucket for lightning and is far from being able to chase the trajectory of lightning.

"No, it's okay. Compared to me, what's more important is the painting, the painting...hiss!"

Fortunately, the lightning did not strike the painter of Changpuchi. He struggled to get out of the mud and wanted to see what happened to his painting.

But when he looked up and saw the Tengu painting he had drawn, he was stunned for a moment.

Because at this moment, there was not a single trace of a human figure on the scroll that he had just written on. Instead, there was a burn mark that filled half of the scroll.

Especially in the middle, at the center of the large burn mark, there is something that seems to blend in with the burn mark but is darker.

The shape of that thing vaguely showed the outline that the painter Chang Puchi had drawn before.

Judging from the color, it seems to be the charred product of the blood outside the body of the God General that was swept away by the lightning.

At the same time, the blood that the painter Chang Pu Chi had vomited just now also stuck to the scroll.

But unlike the treatment of the blood of all the gods and generals, not a single drop of the blood vomited out by the painter Chang Pu Chi touched the burn marks in the middle, but scattered everywhere, like raindrops, all over the scroll.

At first glance, if you don't count the burn mark in the middle, these raindrops made of blood look like a world of bloody rain.

And this dark scorch mark is the only existence in the bloody rain world.

"Is this a success... or a failure?"

Looking at the painting he had drawn but which had been struck by lightning, the painter Chang Pu Chi felt a little confused for a moment.

Mainly because the scorch marks seem to cover up a lot.

Clearly, he felt that his painting was perfect until the very end, and only needed a few final strokes to create a powerful Tengu in the painting.

But after being struck by lightning, he was a little confused.

In particular, the blood that he vomited actually became a part of this painting.

"Now that you've finished the painting, give the painting of hell to me. This is what we agreed on, right?"

The generals and ministers standing by didn't care whether he had finished the painting or not, he was just being a model this time.

Although there were quite a few twists and turns in the middle, they were not important to him. The key point was that the painter Acorus Pond had completed the painting.

So what we agreed on just now is done, and the other party's Hell Painting has to hand over Hell Painting to me.

"Oh, yes, yes, please follow me this way..."

Even though the painter Chang Pu Chi still had quite a lot of confusion about this painting, he could tell from the tone of the general Jie Shenchen that the other party was already impatient with it.

So he hurried to the front of the Tengu painting, ready to roll up the Tengu painting and leave.

When he touched the Tengu-e, the dry touch that shouldn't have existed in the heavy rain made the painter Ayamechi's arm pause instantly.

However, he immediately acted as if nothing had happened, rolled up the Tengu painting and stuffed it into his sleeve.

All the gods noticed this, but he didn't care.

Even though this Tengu painting seemed to have divine inspiration, it was ultimately just a copy of his aura and the addition of a bit of his blood at that time.

Not to mention that he would be able to surpass his current level immediately after gaining attribute points, he didn't care at all about some flying blood.

The gods and generals would definitely not be willing to bleed for no reason, but now that he has offered it voluntarily, it is acceptable.

The only problem is taking away the blood-stained lightning.

To be honest, I am now very confused as to whether it was naturally produced or man-made.

If it was produced naturally, the trajectory of the lightning would be too outrageous. If it was man-made, it would be crucial to know who the other party was.

In any case, it definitely wasn't the painter in front of him. He was under the watchful eyes of all the gods and generals from beginning to end. He didn't have the space, nor the ability to summon lightning.

It couldn't be that some magical treasure had appeared in the world or that there were strange phenomena in the sky.

"It doesn't match, it doesn't match..."

Unable to come up with an answer, the generals gave up thinking.

If it's natural, then it will pass.

If it is man-made, it will definitely come to you in the future, so you can consider it then.

Anyway, this has nothing to do with him now, so it’s better to leave this vague matter for his future self to think about.

"Oh, by the way, Lord Tengu, there is one thing I want to explain to you... Although there are many hell paintings, each of them is connected to each other."

Painter Ayamechi heard the mutterings of Kaishin Shōomi and thought he was thinking about the Hell Painting. He thought about what he knew and added to the explanation again.

"Connected? What do you mean, from one painting of hell you can reach another painting of hell?"

"That's right. Although it's impossible to escape from hell, the evil spirits in hell can move back and forth in hell."

"This is good news..."

All the gods and generals had originally planned to get them one by one, but since they can actively change maps, getting one is equivalent to getting them all, which is perfect.

"…………I don't understand what in hell is so worthy of Tengu-sama's attention. Those evil spirits won't talk to you properly."

Seeing the joy of the gods and their ministers, the painter Chang Pu Chi was quite puzzled.

After all, most owners of the Hell Painting use it as a defensive facility to lock people in hell.

It is unheard of to take the initiative to go into hell to look for evil spirits.

"Oh, old man, you must be wet. I've prepared some clean clothes for you... Hey, who is this?"

The home of painter Ayamechi is not far from where he paints.

They walked quickly in the heavy rain, and soon arrived at a mansion with the name of Chang Pu Chi written on the door. An old woman was standing at the door. From her words, she should be the wife of the painter Chang Pu Chi.

"It's a guest~~~ I have something to do with him, please change your clothes later."

"Then I'll go make a pot of tea..."

Seeing that the two men had things to do, the wife of the painter Chang Pu Chi went to the next door, boiled hot water, and prepared to make tea for the guests.

"This is... Hell Painting."

The painter Acorus Pond on the side led the general to his room, opened a closet, and pointed at the scroll inside.

Chapter 58 If I don’t go to hell, who will?

"This is indeed... a hellish style."

The hell painting in the closet gives the gods and generals the first impression of ancient style.

This ancient style does not mean that the painting style is old, but it means that the description of hell is very classical.

The entire scene of the hell painting is set in a barren forest.

There were flames in the mountains, burning everything, but the evil spirits were merciless and killed all living beings.

At a glance, you can see that some evil ghosts are pulling out people's tongues, some are chopping off people's limbs, and some are even hanging people on iron trees.

There is also a place where the mountain is full of water but surrounded by raging fire. The sinners wail and roar in the water and fire, and try to escape but are snatched away by the evil dragon in the water.

All these things correspond to the actions in the eighteen levels of hell.

In the very center, there is the King of Hell, who sits in a high hall, wearing official clothes, with a green face and fangs, yet looks quite majestic.

Beside the King of Hell were several judges reading out the punishments, and several naked sinners were crying with their faces covered.

"I originally thought that Jigoku-e was a painting that depicted many monsters from hell..."

Before seeing this Hell Painting with his own eyes, Kaishenjiangchen had heard the name Hell Painting countless times.

Because everyone said that there were a lot of evil spirits in Jigoku-e, he originally thought it was a battle royale world similar to the Pokémon Encyclopedia with a lot of evil spirits captured in it.

Now looking at it, it is really a hell painting in the literal sense, a painting depicting hell.

"Hell paintings are like this. They depict the hell that everyone imagines. If you want to find a specific monster, you should probably look for the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons or the New Form Sanjurokukaisen instead of the hell paintings."

"No, this will do... But I need to test it first."