Chapter 369 Color Is Power

Painting!

The first thought that flashed through Chen Luo's mind was painting.

As he guessed, this place has become a 'painting', and only paintings can change colors so casually. But who on earth can do such a big thing. He had seen the method of using a scroll to transfer the inner demon in Shenhu Xianmen before, and Wuwei Zhenren was good at this.

Chen Luo's master's wife Bai Su was brought out of the inner demon calamity by Wuwei Zhenren using similar magical powers, but even Wuwei Zhenren, who had inherited the power of the inner demon ancestor, could not do such a large-scale rewrite.

"That's it."

After the demonstration, the woman looked at Chen Luo again, her eyes full of expectation.

"Can it be transferred to other things?"

"It can be transferred to trees, and the leaves can turn green."

The woman nodded seriously, and she walked to the side of a potted plant. This potted plant had already withered, and the leaves were also gray and dead. But the moment the woman's palm touched it, the leaves visibly came to life, and the leaves burst into vitality. Similarly, the color on the woman's clothes quickly faded and turned gray again.

"If that's the case"

Chen Luo looked up and looked at the dark clouds in the sky.

Can the color of the sky be dyed? It's just a painting, there's no need to limit your thinking, the sky and the ground can be "painted".

"Not in the sky!"

The moment she saw Chen Luo's eyes, a look of fear appeared on the woman's face.

"That's the color of the gods, you can't touch it."

Chen Luo ignored the woman and just watched quietly. Everything that was done in the room would not be noticed by the "sight" in the sky, and he could not see the content of the "painting".

The woman didn't say anything else. She found that the person she met had very dangerous ideas. Unlike everyone here, he always wanted to hit the gods. In her cognition, all those who dared to hit the gods were dead, without exception.

'What a good person, but his brain is broken. It's a pity to have such a good color. '

The woman thought with regret.

If he wanted to learn Chen Luo's "color", he had to be taught by Chen Luo himself. In this place, everyone's color is very precious and it is very difficult to learn.

"Are there many people with "color" here?"

Chen Luo retracted his gaze. He was ready to contact more people and understand the so-called "god" from different perspectives. He now seriously suspected that the so-called god was the former national teacher centipede monster who took away the Juxing Jade. Like the seven ancestors of Qionghua, the centipede monster also had his own secret plans. He accidentally bumped into it and became a variable in the other party's plan.

"Besides me, there are three people on this street, Aunt Jiu, Brother Ling and Cai Yatou."

The woman said a few names.

"What's your name?"

Chen Luo sat down opposite the woman again and asked.

"My name is Hawthorn."

The woman said her name, and a trace of request flashed in her eyes, and she mentioned the previous question to Chen Luo again.

"Can I learn your colors? The colors on my body are almost all faded. If I can't learn new colors, I will soon become a tree outside."

"Faded? Yes, since it is a painting, it will definitely fade."

Chen Luo was stunned, but quickly reacted.

"How many colors did you master at the beginning?"

"Three."

The woman took a hairpin from her hair. The hairpin was pure gray, but its texture was very hard. The woman pointed at the hairpin and said.

"It was not this color at the beginning, and there is another one."

While speaking, she took off the sachet from her waist. This sachet was sewn with high-quality fabric and embroidered with exquisite patterns. It's a pity that these patterns and words have lost their colors and become black and white decorations.

"This sachet is also."

"My clothes are beginning to fade. This long skirt is the best carrier I found to preserve the color. It's a pity that it is almost at its limit now. This is the first time I have seen such a perfect carrier like you." A trace of envy flashed in the woman's eyes.

Chen Luo then discovered that the hem of the woman's long skirt had begun to fade, and the color was fading as she described.

"Carrier?"

Chen Luo had some ideas in his mind. He took out a talisman pen from his storage bag, and the tip of the pen was still stained with the red cinnabar.

"Second color!!"

The woman was excited. He didn't expect that the person in front of him had a second color. In the current Wenxin Town, people with multiple colors are all strong.

"Don't move first."

Chen Luo raised the talisman pen and gently touched the woman's eyebrows.

It's strange that the red cinnabar used for drawing talismans turned into gray-black when it fell on the woman's eyebrows. The color was frozen when the pen tip was raised.

"You"

Before the woman could speak, Chen Luo raised the pen again. The same cinnabar, the difference was that this time Chen Luo covered the cinnabar with spiritual power. Under the effect of spiritual power, the color of the talisman pen tip radiated a dark red stream of light, and the pen tip touched the woman's eyebrows again.

This time, the red color of the cinnabar did not fade after it fell on the woman. Even when Chen Luo took the pen away, the color was still bright red.

The woman who sensed the power of "color" showed a surprised expression on her face. She quickly took the mirror and looked at it. The reflection in the mirror was still black and white, but the woman had long been accustomed to this kind of mirror. She could see the changes in her eyebrows.

"I see."

A flash of enlightenment flashed in Chen Luo's heart.

The so-called 'color' is still a kind of 'supernatural power' in its origin, but the way of expression is different from the magical power of Tiannan Territory.

Chen Luo grabbed the sachet on the table. This is the sachet where a woman's color has faded. Under the infusion of Chen Luo's spiritual power, the sachet turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the silk thread embroidered on it also turned bright gold, which was particularly conspicuous in this gray-white world.

"It's colorful! How did you do it?"

The woman's face was full of surprise, and her eyes looking at Chen Luo were full of admiration. This was the first time she had met someone who was so skilled in the use of color.

‘Color is strength, that’s easy to handle. ’

Putting the talisman pen away, Chen Luo began to ask other people in the town, including the mysterious god. With what she just showed, the woman admired Chen Luo endlessly and basically answered all her questions. Through her, Chen Luo learned about other people in Wenxin Town.

In addition to the three people mentioned by Shan Zha before, there is also a force called Qise Pavilion in Wenxin Town. This force fights against the colorless ‘bark monsters’ outside the town. Because they have lost their color, the bark monsters have a strong hatred for people with color like them. Every once in a while, these monsters will attack Wenxin Town.

Qise Pavilion is the main force against these monsters.

In the Seven Color Pavilion, the most powerful person is the Pavilion Master, who masters the seven colors.

He is called the Seven Color Envoy.

He is the only one in the entire Wenxin Town who has mastered this power. The method that Hawthorn used colors before was created by the Pavilion Master.

Below the Pavilion Master are the five-color envoys, whose number is still very rare. Next are the ordinary members, and Hawthorn is one of them. In a place like Wenxin Town, there is no third option, either a bark monster that loses its color, or a color user who possesses color.

"How many colors are there in the gods?"

"I don't know, but there must be more than the Pavilion Master."

Hawthorn shook her head, and she looked at Chen Luo cautiously. The man in front of me is very nice. His only shortcoming is that he always likes to inquire about the gods. This is a taboo thing in Wenxin Town. If you say these words outside the room, you will be struck by lightning.

Chen Luo stayed in the room for half a day.

Until the next day, it was still dark outside and no 'sun' appeared.

Chen Luo suspected that this area was being refined, and the ink cloud spreading above was the most obvious feature.

He must find the secret of this place before the ink cloud completely spreads.

He used the method that Brother Changqing thought of to teleport himself to this place. There is no way he could have tricked himself. The old man knew what he wanted to pursue. There must be a purpose in leading him to this place.

"Aren't you going out?"

Chen Luo walked to the door. After resting for a night, he had a clearer understanding of the place. Today he was going to go out to find the people in Qise Pavilion to inquire about the God of Heaven.

"I've eaten ink. I don't need to eat again within three days, and the color on my body will not deteriorate." Hawthorn was lying on the bed and turned his head when he heard Chen Luo's voice.

Chen Luo then remembered that when he entered the house earlier, Hawthorn gave him a small black ball, but he did not eat it.

Seeing that Hawthorn had no intention of going out, Chen Luo didn't ask any more questions.

Opened the door and walked out.

A cold breath swept in from the street, and the scene that came into view once again turned into a long street in black and white.

Chen Luo didn't walk very fast. The moment he went out, the feeling of being watched appeared again.

The spiritual power spread out, once again blocking the view of the sky.

After walking for a while along the street, about a hundred meters later, at a street corner, Chen Luo saw a tea shed with seven or eight people sitting inside. These people were changing glasses and talking loudly. It was obviously a very lively scene, but no sound came out, giving people an indescribable weird feeling.

Chen Luo's arrival attracted the attention of these people, and everyone looked over.

This group of people are all in black and white.

They are all bark people.

"Human flesh!!"

The face of the monster closest to Chen Luo suddenly twisted, and its face split from the nasal cavity, and roots full of earthy smell mixed with milky white pulp rolled towards Chen Luo. The tea patrons behind also scrambled out and pounced on Chen Luo like hyenas.

Chen Luo stretched out his right hand, with his palm facing the ground. A circle of spiritual energy surrounded his palm, turning into an orange-red ring of fire.

Color is power.

Chen Luo understood the rules of this place. He pressed with one hand, and the ring of fire in his palm exploded, sweeping away like a shock wave. (End of chapter)