Chapter 371 Painting

The bubble that the white-haired old man held up was like an eggshell, smashed into pieces by the theater falling from the sky.

The old man was still talking, but Chen Luo could no longer hear him. In front of the fourth-level theater, this blood-dan-level Jindan was like a baby in front of Chen Luo. On the surface, the two were cultivators of the same level, but the difference in strength was more than a million miles.

Boom! !

A huge wave of tens of meters high rolled up in the dark lake, spreading in a ring shape in all directions. A strong wind flew up from the bottom of the valley, blowing the leaves around it "rustling". The wooden house directly below, along with the old man, was smashed into powder by the falling theater, and a large amount of wood chips flew everywhere. In the process, the white-haired old man also performed a life-defining magical power, but was ignored by Chen Luo. A life-defining magical power that could not even break the outer wall of the theater, it was better not to watch it.

Brother Ling, who was hiding behind and watching, opened his mouth wide and looked at the scene in front of him with a dull face.

This is the ‘old root’!

They had so many people in Wenxin Town, and they had spent more than ten years trying to defeat this powerful enemy, but now he was slapped to death like a mosquito.

“Come.”

Chen Luo stood in the air and waved his hand.

A large amount of black ‘ink’ flew up from below and fell into his hands. The number exceeded one hundred drops. The moment these ‘inks’ were in his hands, Chen Luo finally understood how to use hawthorn.

These inks are the best medium.

If you want to dye the world, you must get enough ‘ink’. Use your own ink to paint your own world. Only in this way can he change the rules here, stand above the sky, and become a ‘god’.

Brother Ling behind him was stunned when he saw so much ink.

For those who live in Wenxin Town, ink is their food, their treasure to keep their color from degrading, and the most precious material in the entire area. The reason why the group of people in the Color Pavilion are so strong is because they have obtained enough ink.

Relying on ink to gather a group of people, and then using the system to exploit the middle and lower classes to work for them and help them collect ink.

The lake water rushed out of the valley and soaked the surrounding trees.

The damp smell of ink filled the entire area. After a long time, the huge waves of ink that rushed out subsided and slowly flowed back along the low-lying cracks on the ground.

Chen Luo fell from the air and stood at the door of the theater.

This fourth-level magic weapon replaced the original wooden house and became the building in the center of the lake. Brother Ling behind him also hurriedly followed and climbed onto the platform of the theater before the lake water receded. He no longer planned to return to Wenxin Town. This newly emerged big man is stronger than the Seven Color Pavilion Master. He will definitely be able to eat a full meal if he surrenders to him!

Chen Luo ignored Brother Ling. He stood by the water and watched the receding lake water.

Suddenly, he stretched out his right hand, and a black carp flew out of the lake and fell into his palm. The big carp was very active, its tail still slapping Chen Luo's wrist, and its head was shaking left and right, trying to break free.

The black lake water was almost the same color as the fish, and you couldn't find these fish without looking closely.

"Let's start with you."

Chen Luo reached out and took out a drop of ink, and poured spiritual power into it along his arm. The color of the ink quickly turned red under his control. This drop of red ink slowly merged into the carp's body under Chen Luo's control, and the black scales on its body changed visibly, but in the blink of an eye, it changed from black to bright red.

The struggling action also disappeared, and the carp in his hand began to rub his hand with its head, like a puppy. Chen Luo sensed a vague connection from the discolored carp.

"This is the real way to 'paint'. If you want to gain more power here, you must draw your own paintings."

This is a world where color is king.

Chen Luo threw it casually, and the carp fell from his hand.

Plop.

A drop of water splashed, and a circle of ripples appeared on the water surface. The carp flicked its tail and disappeared under the water.

"Senior, you can use me for dyeing! I'm better than fish."

Brother Ling looked at the golden carp falling into the lake and couldn't help feeling distressed. It was such a waste that such good ink was given to a fish.

"More ink is needed than expected."

Chen Luo ignored him. He was estimating the consumption of the carp after entering the water. The fish he "painted" felt the rejection from the lake water as soon as it entered the water. The water in the entire lake was rejecting it and wanted to dye its color black.

Because the breath of this carp belonged to Chen Luo, it was Chen Luo's "painting". After understanding this, Chen Luo took out all the remaining ninety-nine drops of ink.

He poured spiritual power into it, took out the talisman pen in his right hand and drew it towards the sky.

A blue brushstroke passed through the void, and ninety-nine drops of ink turned into a long rainbow under the control of the talisman pen and fell into the ink lake. The next moment, the dark water surface in the lake began to transform, and turned into light blue at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The water quality was clear and transparent.

"It's not real water, just a painting. A lake can be drawn with one stroke."

Chen Luo walked to the water's edge and touched the water surface with his substance. He could feel the connection between himself and the lake. As the lake water flowed, Chen Luo found that his spiritual power had become a little stronger, an incomprehensible increase.

The colors here.

It really can improve cultivation.

After understanding this, Chen Luo settled down here. This place is different from Heishan Village. It is all thanks to Brother Mummy's "adjustment of coordinates" that he can enter here. I don't know when he will be able to enter next time. Chen Luo plans to make good use of this opportunity, starting from this valley, and "draw" this place into his own territory, using the characteristics of this place to improve his cultivation.

Brother Ling's real name is Ling Tian. After seeing Chen Luo's strength, he shamelessly became Chen Luo's registered disciple.

Chen Luo did not object to this, he really needed a "local" to lead the way.

In the next few months, with the help of Ling Tian, ​​Chen Luo found several "hair roots" and obtained a lot of ink after killing them.

In addition to old roots, there are also hairy roots, and roots are not the only ones.

It is like a big tree with many branches. The deeper the roots of a big tree, the more forks there are in the roots. Most of these roots are in the foundation building stage, and occasionally there are also Danjie stage. The fisherman killed by Chen Luo before is the strongest among them, called the old root.

The old root has a secret that Ling Tian doesn't know, but unfortunately he is already dead and there is no way to ask.

Tree roots, once killed, will wither and the brain cannot be extracted.

Time passed day by day.

The colors in the valley returned to normal little by little, and the area near the lake where Chen Luo lived became exactly the same as the real world. The surrounding lawns turned green, and the trees on the edge of the valley also had colors. Chen Luo's "painting" was rapidly rewriting the "rules" here.

Step by step, Chen Luo discovered a strange phenomenon. The trees he rewrote would also become tree people.

And he was the "root" of these new tree people.

Practicing in this "painted" area, Chen Luo's perception of the vitality of heaven and earth became clearer. As his cultivation increased, the characteristics of the Yuanying Realm controlling the vitality of heaven and earth began to appear. Although it did not reach the level of a real Yuanying cultivator, it was far beyond the normal Jindan. The veins on the golden elixir in the body also became more and more complicated, converging with the spiritual river phenomenon around him, and there was a tendency to turn into the sea.

Around the lake, he can appear anywhere at will. This simple and easy-to-understand method is how Shanzha approached him. At that time, I thought it was some mysterious magical power, but now it seems to be the same as Shanzha said.

The power of ‘color’.

Another half month passed in a flash.

“Master, there are a few guests outside. They are the Pavilion Master of the Seven Colors Pavilion.”

The voice sounded on the fishing boat by the lake. This fishing boat was left by the white-haired fisherman before. After Chen Luo obtained the ink, he also modified it. Now the fishing boat is also Chen Luo’s ‘painting’.

“Bring it in.”

Chen Luo wanted to meet the Pavilion Master of the Seven Colors Pavilion a long time ago. Before, Chen Luo thought that the Pavilion Master of the Seven Colors Pavilion was a foundation-building cultivator. Now it seems that the other party is collecting ink like him, and is using his ‘painting’ to dye here. He is his competitor.

If possible, he is ready to kill this person and snatch the ink collected by the other party. The specific decision depends on the other party’s cultivation.

Concentrating his breath, Chen Luo got up and walked to the door of the theater.

There is a small platform here, where Chen Luo placed some tables and chairs, as well as a fishing rod. These are the relics of the white-haired old man, and Chen Luo has inherited them perfectly. With the "color", it is easy to "paint" the broken things back.

Not long after sitting down, Chen Luo saw two people flying over from a distance under the leadership of Ling Tian.

These two people, like him, can fly at low altitude. The leader has a white jade face, a golden hair crown on his head, and his clothes are also light blue. There are dark green patterns on the cuffs. There is a brocade bag hanging from his waist, and with the jade-colored long sword behind him, it gives people a feeling of a sword fairy. The other person is a woman, and there are no less than five colors on her body. The spirit of these two people is very different from ordinary people like Shanzha and Lingtian.

"I heard before that a master came to Mo Shui Lake, killed Lao Gen, and rewrote the rules of this area with his own strength."

After the two landed on the platform, they looked around.

When the leader's eyes fell on Chen Luo, his eyes fluctuated slightly, and the sword on his back trembled slightly, as if he was talking to him.

"Disciple of Qionghua?"

Chen Luo, who was about to speak, was also stunned. He looked at the leader of the Seven Color Pavilion and took out a token from the storage bag.

"Taixu True Transmission?!"

The woman behind the Seven Color Pavilion Master was also stunned, and her hand on the storage bag stopped.

Under Chen Luo's gaze, the two also took out a token.

Taiyuan True Transmission.

Tailing True Transmission! (End of this chapter)