Chapter 202: Yu Yu Jiuyou Hell

Wu Daozi stood before the wall, his brush stiff, several times wanting to put it to the wall, only to stop again.

A quarter of an hour passed, and the wall that had been cleared was still plain white.

Zhang Xu was getting so anxious that he hurriedly said, "Wu Daoxi, you only have half a day left. If you keep dawdling, you won't be able to paint a damn thing even in seven days! Unlike me, who has the image fully formed in my mind before I even start, and whose brushstrokes turn into characters immediately. Which time have I not been able to just pick up the brush and let it flow after a little bit of brewing?"

"I am also brewing!" Wu Daoxuan said anxiously: "Give me some time!"

"I am willing to give you time, but is that demon An Lushan willing to give us time!" Zhang Xu said with disdain.

Wu Daozi didn't even care about the master-disciple relationship at this time, throwing his brush and saying: "You can write as soon as you put your brush to paper because you have the words there?"

He casually painted an ink ox, the ink marks were smooth and completed in one go. When he stopped, the ink ox actually walked out of the mural slowly, walked into the temple, and lowered its head to eat grass under the corridor.

This kind of painting skill could be called miraculous.

"Give me an ox, a tree, a stone, and I can paint it for you casually. I have also carefully observed demons, ghosts, gods, and Buddhas. Although I have never seen Bodhisattvas and gods, I can read scriptures to get their spirit. But this hell legend is under the Nine Nethers, and the scriptures in the world are all vague. I have never seen it. How can I paint it for you to see?"

At this time, Qian Chen turned from behind the wall and smiled: "Daoxuan stopped his brush because he has never seen hell?"

Wu Daozi sighed: "Hell is under the Nine Nethers. Those who can obtain the essence of hell in the world are all peerless demon lords of the demonic path. Unless the Empress is reincarnated, who else can depict the scene of hell."

Qian Chen squeezed the Magnetic Light Bottle in his sleeve, found a vacant main hall, and said: "Follow me!"

Wu Daozi followed Qian Chen into the main hall, confused, thinking he was going to talk about the urgency of the matter again, and sighed: "I also know the matter is urgent, but the image of hell really needs to be pondered with heart; if it is rushed, it is difficult to get its spirit!"

Qian Chen shook his head: "You have never seen hell?"

He flipped his hand to release the Magnetic Light Bottle, moved his magic power, and released the nine ghost kings he was grinding in the bottle. At the same time, he shook his body and slightly used the power of the Supreme Supreme Tian Mo Tianmo Sheli, transforming into a three-zhang-tall eight-armed Demon Nezha, grabbing the ghost kings in his hands, and whispered: "I will now change into hell for you to see; you must ponder it with your heart!"

Wu Daozi swallowed nervously, a bit suspicious if he had accidentally entered a demon's den.

At this time, Qian Chen began to hook the aura of hell, comprehending the Great Dao of Hell in the Nine Nethers. The various magic treasures on his eight arms twisted and changed in response to this hell aura, turning into torture instruments.

The General General Xuehe Mixed Heaven Red Silk turned into chains that pierced through people's shoulder blades; the Supreme Supreme Tian Mo Blood-Transforming Divine Blade changed among various knives, including small knives for scraping people, large knives for beheading, and daggers and short knives for piercing into the body; bone spurs grew under the Blood Lotus Dharma Crown and pierced into the skull; a bow and an arrow turned into a strangling rope torture instrument; even the Blood Flame Ten Thousand Ghost White Bone Wheel became a scorched flame hell burning with demonic flames.

The palms of his eight arms opened up layers of space, taking the nine ghost kings and tens of thousands of evil ghosts into the hells between his palms.

The magic treasures of the divine demon entered hell, evolving into fierce ghosts and various demons, mountains of knives and seas of fire, cold and hot torment, and the cruelest various punishments...

The blood flame demonic fire burning on the Blood Flame Ten Thousand Ghost White Bone Wheel roasted the ghost kings and evil ghosts in the Eight Hot Hells; the General General Xuehe Mixed Heaven Red Silk turned into the chains of the Black Rope Hell... all kinds of cruelty, evolving the most painful scene in the world.

Wu Daozi only watched for a short while before fleeing out of the door.

Zhang Xu saw Wu Daozi running back to the wall with a look of horror and was a bit confused. Wu Daozi calmed his mood and found that the aura and scene of hell had been firmly branded in his mind.

Qian Chen over there evolved the Hell Transformation, and was depressed that the nine ghost kings and tens of thousands of evil ghosts he released had been refined by the Supreme Supreme Tian Mo Tianmo Sheli in one go. Now that the ghosts were connected to the hell aura, they naturally cultivated a "Yu Yu Jiuyou Prison-Suppressing Mudra Scripture." The ghost kings and evil ghosts were all integrated into the hell aura, and in the palm of one of the empty arms of the Demon Nezha, a small nine-layered world was opened up.

The nine-layered hell formed a cover, inside which were the Yama Dragon Kings transformed from ghost kings, carrying ten thousand ghosts, drumming up demonic fire and violent winds. As long as someone was enveloped in the hell cover, they would be dragged into the nine-layered hell and suffer the swallowing and torment of ten thousand ghost demon dragons.

It was exactly a new divine demon magic treasure—the Nine Yama Wujian Wujian Molong Hell Cover.

Qian Chen did not expect that he was just kindly demonstrating the appearance of the Yu Yu Jiuyou Hell for Wu Daozi, but he actually caused the Supreme Supreme Tian Mo Tianmo Sheli to improve again, and his own demonic nature to become heavier by one point.

He immediately sighed in his heart: "For Chang'an, for the Great Tang, I have sacrificed too much!"

"Too much!" He was moved to tears himself, put away the Supreme Supreme Tian Mo Tianmo Sheli again, and returned to the wall. Wu Daoxuan saw Qian Chen walking over, immersed in self-moving, his face showing fear, and hurriedly said: "I already know what hell looks like! I will paint it now!"

Qian Chen said: "No rush, I will blend the ink for you first." Saying this, he took out the various remains of the divine demons he had killed that night, ground the skull of the stone Buddha, used the dried blood of the Garuda as powder, combined it with the tears of regret just shed by the ghost kings, another section of the horn of the Kinnara, and the talisman ink materials he had previously purchased from the Zhuge family in the Central Lands, and added them together in proportion.

Following the method of blending the "Startling Spirit Incense" previously, he drew out the demonic nature in the materials, blended them, and refined a basin of pitch-black, demonic ink.

The ink could change into ten thousand colors according to one's heart; it was the reflection of the ten thousand colors of the Supreme Supreme Tian Mo.

This was the "Heart Demon Ten Thousand Appearances Ink Ingot."

Wu Daozi dipped his precious painting brush into the ink and felt that what was on the tip of his brush was not ink, but pitch-black human hearts.

Qian Chen smiled slightly and whispered: "The human heart is like a prison; to paint hell, one must use the human heart as ink. If it weren't for the countless red-dust distracting thoughts in Chang'an City, I might not have been able to refine the ink you need!"

Wu Daozi said arduously: "This kind of red-dust ink is originally colorless, but because it gathers the darkness in the human heart, it is pitch-black like ink. Ink... Demon... Sigh!"

With this sigh, Wu Daozi felt fear for the first time for what he was about to paint.

Wu Daozi painted as soon as he said he would. He raised his brush and pondered for a while, continuing to recall the hell aura manifested by Qian Chen. With a movement of his brush, he painted a vivid little ghost. The complex and expressive expression conveyed the torment it suffered and the sinister, poisonous, terrifying, and unpredictable nature of various hells.

As soon as the little ghost was finished, it screamed when it saw Qian Chen and came to life.

It scrambled and fled out of the mural, disappearing in an instant. Qian Chen snorted coldly, and the Gold and Silver Boys jumped down with the Thunder-Light Electric Lock, and under the leadership of the Ear-Dao God, they caught the little ghost back in a few breaths.

The little ghost trembled at Qian Chen's feet, terrified to the point of almost being scared to death.

Qian Chen pointed at the mural, and the little ghost jumped back obediently. The expression of the little ghost on the mural was even more vivid than before.

Zhang Xu marveled and said: "This little ghost in your painting can still improve after being painted, and is closer to the change of hell; it is simply unheard of!"

Wu Daozi glanced at it and said: "Probably because after it was painted, it experienced hell once more!"

It was still nothing strange, so he raised his brush and continued to paint. He painted a series of little ghosts, all learning from the first little ghost, staying in the mural trembling, looking at Qian Chen in horror. They were restless, terrified, and the extreme fear, horror, pain, and despair in their eyes were truly bone-deep.

After Zhang Xu watched for a few moments, he exclaimed: "How come this ghost in the painting has a soul!"

Creatures in paintings already made one a remarkable painter! Everything painted could manifest in his hands, and even manifest as supernatural powers. For example, if Wu Daozi painted a dark cloud, he could make it rain a little in Chang'an; if he painted an ink ox, it could step off the mural to eat grass.

And creatures in paintings having spirit was already Wu Daozi's previous realm. There were already gods sitting in his paintings! The gods in those paintings had instinctive reactions and intelligence, but they didn't have souls yet; they were equivalent to a piece of clothing for a real god.

But if the creatures in the painting had souls, they reached the realm of "souls in paintings."

They were a kind of strange creature, only taking the painting as their world; they could be called painting spirits or painting essences.

As long as one of the little ghosts in the Hell Transformation escaped, it would be like a real ghost, and could even be reincarnated as a human. If one ran away, perhaps a half-human, half-painting child would be born in Chang'an, walking and jumping like a normal person, and could even marry and have children, but would have the ability to drill into murals, stand on paper, and turn into a painting person.

Wu Daozi's superb painting skills, combined with the Heart Demon Ten Thousand Appearances Ink carefully blended by Qian Chen, together created such an incredible miracle, which was also demonic nature! ===== CHAPTER 203 =====