In the restaurant, above the screen, except for the sycamore branches, there was no other ink left.

People looked at the scene with their eyes wide, and for a while they were breathing.

In the restaurant, there was silence again.

He looked up at the sky, but there was no such thing as that.

Only the light wind flowed, still wandering the sky, as if it were ancient.

I don’t know how long it was.

The noise of the body gradually rose, he withdrew his sight, looked around, but saw that the restaurant did not know when, and two more screens, people are standing around the screen, smiling and watching them both.

He didn’t know when there was another person.

He turned his head and looked at the man next to him.

A handsome young man, but a disgraced young man.

Looking at his messy gray clothes, vaguely visible to the bruised forehead, Hao Chen remembered the screams he had heard in the street before, and suddenly hung a smile on his lips.

In the warm sun, this smile is clear.

"That, that... former, senior, I, I didn't mean to come in and grab the opportunity, senior, you... you forgive me, promise not to rob you!"

The young man wanted to cry without tears, looking at the ghastly near Hao Chen, nervous and trembling.

It’s good, but you have to have a life too!This senior looks like a bad temper, can he really not be slapped to death?

“...”

Looking at him, he suddenly looked at him with a little speechless.

This place is quite a mystery, both of them have been imprisoned, and now it is all the body, how can this person be like this?

At this moment, he suddenly had a subtle premonition that he had encountered the dragon old man...

“The name!”

Shake his head, hold the strange feeling of the heart, and speak lightly.

“Name, name?”The gray-clad young man subconsciously repeated it again, which only reacted, and hurriedly and cautiously said, "My name is Yang Wei?"

Hao Chen looked at a little strangely, and the eyes of the young man in gray clothes were strange.

Yang Wei...the sheep tail... impotence...

What kind of parents would give their son such a name?

Without a word for a moment, Hao Chen waved away his cluttered thoughts and looked at Yang Wei again and said, "But if you go to the ancient ruins, there must be more than one chance, since you are caught in an epiphany, this is your chance, it is okay to try it."

Say, Hao Chen no longer cares about him, waved his sleeves, turned around and walked to the screen.

Yang Wei looked at Hao Chen's back and did not react for a while.

Did the old man let him try it?Is he hallucinating?Or don’t you really talk so well before?Does he want to try it?

Just as he was in a mess of mind, the bartenders had pushed him to the screen and gave him a pen.

Look at the pen that was hard-stacked to him in the hand, and then look at the blank screen in front of him, Yang Wei suddenly wanted to cry without tears: "I, I will not paint ah..."

He is a hunter from the bottom of the cultivator, even the serious pen has not taken, even into the practice is lucky, where to know how to paint so elegant skills?

Unexpectedly, he turned to look at Hao Chen.

But I saw that Hao Chen had raised his pen, and on the white screen, he slowly dropped the first piece...

A little full of ink slowly fainted.

Just like ink in the water, black and white light and shadow from Hao Chen in front of the eyes, and then open his eyes, in front of his eyes, is already another picture.

There is no screen, no drunken, no pen in the hand, and even its own existence seems to become blurred.

In front of me, it was a small mountain village, and every corner looked so familiar.

In a hut courtyard faintly came, shouting, a young man bare-footed, facing the hot sun, diligently studying and trying to enter the road with military force.

In the cold of the wind and snow, hunting through the mountains, fighting with wild animals, and fighting birds to eat.

The first time I killed, because a girl was jealous... in Danyunfang City, the merchants covet treasures and intercepted...re-entering the city, and was intercepted by the black people, over-the-level resisting...

With his grandfather's wish, he went to Xianghe Town to walk his relatives, but he heard that the Jiang family was slaughtered... night scouting the royal family... Destroying the demonic blood pool base and destroying the power of the demon religion in the town of Xianghe...

Since then, with the strength of the cult, do not share the hatred of heaven.

...

And his cultivation gradually recovered unknowingly.

The old teenager has become a foundation, and the combat power is incomparable, but it is still difficult to stop the end of being chased.

One night, the teenager who fled, became a lost dog, was chased by the blood shadow hall master song nebula in Qingrong Mountain, and nine deaths, inspired the inheritance of bloodlines, in order to build the strength of the basic realm, and difficult to kill the strong of the Yuandan realm.

The ancient battlefield of the river, in the long bones, the back of the teenager, finally became blurred, as if melted in the sand.

In the midst of the earth, only a remnant of sound is scattered.

His eyes were shining, but there was no accident in his heart.

He knew that the first test could never be simply a test of painting.

However, in today's situation, he is like a spectator, obviously the courtyard is close at hand, but he seems to feel his existence, can see, but can not touch.

I don’t know, what is this test?

In the midst of thought, the present scene has changed.

Flying over the stone, falling into the green cloud jungle, entering the ancient castle secret to save people, and saw the terrible human tragedy.

In order to implement the plan of eternal life, cultists use the human body to refine the human form puppet, and make people into puppets who do not die of old age and disease.

Attempts to cultivate an indestructible puppet army to achieve long-term peace and stability to dominate the world.

Did you say...

Before waiting for Hao Chen's thoughts to sort out, the picture in front of him has evolved as fast as a horse.

A person walks through self-cultivation step by step.

"The way of practice, step by step thorns, walking hard, in the end is an empty, why suffer?"What suffering?”

This sound seems to be feeling, and it seems to be sighing, just two short "what suffering", the road has exhausted the desolate of the world.

However, before this sound disappears, another sound will come suddenly from the void, as if the sword was across the sky, and the edge was revealed.

"Without entering the imperial realm, life and death are all life, the area of the ant, dare to ignore the causal cycle, in vain to change the fate of the day, and do not stop here!" 」

A word, it seems to be directly in his mind, grandeur, like thunder and throttle.

The wording is harsh, the words are harsh.

The voice fell, the invisible, the impenet of the barrier was suddenly broken, and the whole person was suddenly exposed to heaven and earth.

The wind is getting worse.

A flash of lightning suddenly crossed the sky, a thunderbolt, the sky and the sky shook, a terrible power of the sky, instantly enveloped the whole world.

This pressure is so real.