The underworld signed in for a thousand years, reincarnated as an angry and crying empress

That's...

"So many women?"

“Everyone is beautiful and picturesque...”

"The witch..."

"Dragon Girl..."

"Girl..."

"Why is this group dressed so coolly?"

"I'm still a child, can you show me these?"

He knew that his age was more than that, but this old pervert certainly didn't know.

If you show such a young child something inappropriate for children, aren't you afraid of spoiling the child?

"From this point of view, this old pervert's study of divine body painting is not just for the purpose of painting..."

Li Heng shook his head slightly.

Painting the divine body, painting on the body, any part is possible...

It seems that this old pervert has often used his divine body to draw Taoism and do those romantic things...

Chapter 141 The Original Painting Dao

Li Heng wandered among the hundreds of thousands of painting ways, looking for his own original painting way.

As a result, among the [-] painting paths, they were not found.

Consciousness is separated from the sea of ​​consciousness.

"Forehead..."

"What? Didn't find it?" The painting god said in surprise.

"Hmm..." Li Heng nodded helplessly.

"This..." Painting God also sighed.

There are many types of painting ways, one hundred thousand painting ways, far more than the real number of painting ways.

These [-] Dao paintings are what he has studied in his life.

Maybe Li Heng's original drawing method is not included in the [-] painting methods, so there is a situation where he has not been found.

"Maybe, you can try to find it with your own consciousness."

This is also a method, which is more difficult to find than in the painting world he constructed.

However, Li Heng's painting skills are extraordinary, and it is only a matter of time before he finds the original painting method.

"Okay, then I'll try."

Li Heng closed his eyes again, concentrating on his mind.

This time, the old man didn't come up to help, but just watched from the side.

The sea of ​​consciousness was dark and empty.

Li Heng kept mobilizing the artistic conception of the painting path, trying to imagine his own original painting path.

After a long time, the surrounding area was still dark, and nothing appeared.

"It seems that the power of painting the Tao is not strong enough..."

"Drawing the Divine Bone!"

The boy closed his eyes, raised his right hand above his head, and slowly raised his middle finger.

Swish!

A colorful divine light flashed across the middle finger, a beautiful picture scroll surrounding the body.

It was still dark in my mind.

"Come again!"

The index finger rises slowly and matches with the middle finger, forming the appearance of scissors hands.

Swish!

The colorful light of the index finger appears, and the picture scrolls rotating around are even more magnificent.

In a dark world, a light shines.

A colorful picture appeared.

Li Heng's eyes lit up.

"Original painting!"

"These are my original paintings!"

It means that as long as he draws these original paintings, the divine body painting will reach the strongest level.

But when he saw the content of these paintings, the expression on his face was a little unnatural.

"Er ha..."

"Big Big Wolf..."

"Fat Tiger..."

"Patrick..."

"What the hell are these!"

I never imagined that my original Dao painting would be these...

If this is painted, it will be fine on others, but on yourself, won't it make people laugh?

All the famous names of the first life were destroyed.

The pictures appeared one after another, and after counting them, there were thousands of them.

They were all pictures that Li Heng had seen before crossing over.

Consciousness returns to reality.

The God of Painting saw the unnatural look on Li Heng's face, and guessed something.

"Teacher, your original Dao painting is a bit different?"

"Hmm...well..." Li Heng nodded slightly.

"There are tens of thousands of ways of painting, and if you communicate with the original power of the way of painting, you can exert endless power..." The painting god said slowly with his hands behind his back.

"Often, special original paintings can produce unexpected effects..."

Only by trying it will you know how it works.

"I understand."

Gradually, Li Heng also accepted this fact.

Anyway, the world doesn't know those famous paintings.

Abstraction is a little more abstract, and it can produce unexpected effects as the God of Painting said.

"Teacher, is there a white tiger in your original drawing?"

Li Heng recalled it, and it really did.

"Yes, but it's different from ordinary white tigers..."

"It's okay, draw it first, let the old man see..."

"En." Li Heng responded lightly.

This old pervert is about to draw a white tiger...

Irregular!

He took a piece of rice paper and spread it on the desk.

For the painting of the divine body, one can practice on paper first, and then draw on the body after condensing the divine power of painting.

Otherwise, after painting the skin, the effect will not be good and it will be embarrassing.

Li Heng put the jade pattern on the table, took one from it, and dipped it in black ink.

shhhhhh...

The three fingers lit up brightly, and the momentum changed suddenly.

The brush is like a dragon, and the divine power of the painting is condensed at the tip of the brush, drawing a picture of a ferocious white tiger.

This painting is outlined with just a few simple strokes.

After finishing the painting, drops of sweat appeared on Li Heng's forehead, and his arms twitched slightly.

Obviously, this simple painting consumes a lot of drawing power.

This white tiger almost squeezed him dry...

Li Heng looked at his masterpiece and nodded in satisfaction.

"This white tiger is very vigorous..."

"If you add a bow, it will be exactly the same as that hello kitty..."

After the old man saw the painting, his expression gradually froze.

The more you look forward to, the more disappointed you are.

According to his thinking, Li Heng's drawing skills are so strong, the origin of the drawing skills should be extremely powerful.

He has seen many white tigers, many of which can devour the world with just one mouth.

But I have never seen this kind of white tiger that looks so simple and looks like a kitten...

"Li Heng..."

"Are you sure this is the white tiger?"

"Not a kitten?"

Is it better that other cat demons are much more powerful than this one?

You are the weakest of cats...

Apart from looking cute, it doesn't look like a white tiger at all...

"Of course!" Li Heng nodded heavily.

In his original way of painting, this is no different from the white tiger.

"Okay..." The old man covered his face, feeling a little regretful, and passed the drawing to this kid.

He is a majestic painting god in the domain of gods, and he actually found a descendant who painted cats as tigers...

If those old friends saw this, wouldn't they laugh out loud?

"Let your white tiger show off, I want to see how strong its bloodline is."

The divine body draws the Tao, and the paintings drawn can have extremely powerful power.

Draw a white tiger, and you can also have the power of the white tiger's blood.

The stronger the bloodline power, the stronger the original power, and the more terrifying the erupting effect.

Li Heng put two fingers together and pointed at the scroll.

"Xiaobai! Get up!"

hum~

The scroll trembled slightly, and the power of the painting became stronger and stronger, and it came alive.

In the painting, the white tiger barks its teeth and claws, and roars to the sky.

oooo~