Although they were shocked, everyone looked at Meng Chuan's posture. In the gaps between the world, there were painting tables, stools, papers, brushes, and pigment plates... They were obviously planning to paint.

"In the gap between the world, how precious is the time to practice. Brother Meng doesn't hurry up and practice, but instead draws in the gap between the world?" Yan Chitong wondered.

"It's no wonder that the level of skill is at the bottom among the three marquis gods and demons." An Hai Wang said in his heart that he looked down on those who do not cherish time the most. He cherished time very much. In addition to being distracted from the affairs of "guarding the city gate", he almost always focused on practicing. Now seeing Meng Chuan wasting time so much in the gaps between the world, he naturally disdained.

King Zhenwu was also a little surprised: "King An Hai and I were only ordered to protect them for three years. A year later, King An Hai and I need to work harder to search for treasures. In this year... he actually painted? I can't understand this junior brother Meng."

Meng Chuan was good at painting and asked the secrets of his heart through painting. There were very few people in the mountain in the beginning of Yuan Dynasty.

Even the "Yuanchu Mountain Lord" who had fought with Meng Chuan head-on. He knew that Meng Chuan's soul was fourth floor, and he didn't know that Meng Chuan was relying on "painting" to ask about his original heart.

They didn't quite agree with what Meng Chuan did.

From the perspective of gods and demons, how precious is the opportunity to watch the birth of the world? If you don’t practice, go to paint? You are too indulging yourself.

Of course, no one goes to "preach" when you see Meng Chuan's paintings. After all, they are all fellow brothers, and Meng Chuan is also the top-notch king-creating gods and demons, and is not a child, so they don't need to teach them.

...

Sitting on the stool, the wind was blowing in the gap between the world. Meng Chuan adjusted the paint, holding the brush in his hand was about to start his pen, but hesitated to look up at the purple thunder.

The purple thunder is domineering and dazzling, with electric snakes slashing down wantonly, like a huge thunder and lightning tree, which tore the darkness and brings the beginning of the world.

"How to draw?" Meng Chuan hesitated with a brush in his hand. "The thunder in the long river of time and space is too vast, and is thousands of times more shocking than the ordinary lightning seen in the human world. It is impossible to draw it completely with a pen."

Meng Chuan's talent in painting is indeed much higher than that of swordsmanship, and has long surpassed the level of "painting skin, bones, and souls". When he was a young man, Meng Chuan painted the "image of sentient beings" to condense the soul.

He is a master of painting, and if he wants to draw, he naturally points directly to the essence of this purple thunder.

"The nature of this lightning..."

"I am a god and demon. The long river of time and space is dark in my eyes. The purple thunder I see may only be a real part of it." Meng Chuan had a self-knowledge, "Even this part is vast."

"There is no choice but to take it apart and draw it."

Mengchuan's generation of painting masters naturally had a way to "divided it into many paintings, each painting specializing in painting a certain aspect of lightning."

"The first picture is to draw the destruction of lightning." Meng Chuan looked up and looked carefully at the purple thunder that lit up one after another in the darkness in the distance.

It is different from the past practice of swordsmanship.

This time, we observe purely from the perspective of painting, mainly the "destruction" of thunder.

"The destruction of lightning... also scores to draw at different angles." Meng Chuan shook his head gently. The purple thunder became more and more gorgeous as he looked at, but it was really difficult to draw, making Meng Chuan so difficult.

Meng Chuan finally started painting.

The first painting depicts purple electric snakes, Meng Chuan carefully paints them. The purple electric snakes are connected to each other, combined with each other, and their power continues to overlap and gather.

Meng Chuan was completely immersed in this first painting. He drew in detail the combination of three thousand electric snakes. In the end, these purple electric snakes formed a huge "thunder and lightning tree". It took a day and a half to draw this painting.

"The first picture is done." Meng Chuan wrote the name "The Endless Destruction" in the upper right corner of the scroll.

After one day and a half, Meng Chuan was so energetic that he never stopped sleeping.

The souls are all blooming with spiritual light.

Obviously, the painting "Thunder" has caused the slow transformation of the soul, and Meng Chuan doesn't care about it. It is very difficult to get to the fourth level of the soul to the fifth level of the soul.

"My 'endless appearance of destruction' of lightning has exhausted my pen." Meng Chuan looked up and saw that the purple electric snake gathered endlessly, forming such a terrifying power. It was really shocking for Meng Chuan to paint this far. It was his temporary limit.

"The second painting."

Meng Chuan put away the first scroll, put the new painting paper, and began to write.

A thunder began to appear on the paper.

Thunder struck!

Penetrate layers of dark obstacles!

This painting is just a scene where "a thunder and lightning breaks through the darkness", but Meng Chuan paints it very finely. Thunder and lightning pierces layers of darkness like a "spear" pierces layers of darkness. Each time it pierces, lightning is scattering outwards. Then it gathers and continues to slash towards the next layer of darkness.

This painting was also painted for nearly a day, and Meng Chuan wrote the name "Destruction" in the upper left corner.

...

Meng Chuan painted it endlessly. In fact, King Zhenwu, King Anhai, Xue Feng, and Yan Chitong were also endlessly. It was not important to eat, drink, and sleep at their level. Even replenishing water can be directly taken from the world.

Time passes day by day.

Meng Chuan painted paintings one by one, each of which was completely different and had very different styles.

It may make people feel full of hope and touching, or despair, or feel palpitations...

‘The nirvana of life’… ‘The selfless appearance of the void’… ‘The nine heavenly appearance of the void’… ‘The lightning and lightning’……

The paintings are painted purple thunder from different angles.

"Yes, you should be so elegant and so wanton."

More than half a month later, Meng Chuan was painting happily, and thunder and lightning wandered around the paper like dragons and snakes. When the last stroke was finished, Meng Chuan felt very happy. This was the last painting of fifteen paintings, and it was also the most complex and time-consuming painting, which took him six days.

"pretty."

Meng Chuan praised it and wrote the name "Lightning" of the Dragon in the upper right corner of the scroll!

"Twenty-three days, fifteen paintings." Meng Chuan looked at the last painting in front of him. There were thousands of electric snakes on this painting, and countless electric lightnings had their own trajectories, free and unrestrained, but they were like one. This "Dragon-Walking" looked full of beauty. Compared with the real purple thunder, this painting really seemed to be thousands of dragons and snakes wandering.

But this is indeed an aspect of the purple thunder.

“Manpower is sometimes poor.”

Meng Chuan looked up at the scene of the birth of the world, "Fifteen paintings are the ultimate that I can draw when I watch the purple thunder now. I draw all my understanding of it."

Fifteen paintings, the thunder’s ‘Fifteen Phases’.

"call."

Meng Chuan sat on the stool and waved his hand. Fifteen paintings all appeared and floated around.
Chapter completed!