Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 73: Divine Painting: Tiger King
"Set up a tight net and don't let him run away!" the head of the Wang family shouted.

This is not just an adjective. Every strong man in the Wang family drew a network line with a brush, which eventually combined into a big net that could cover the entire Wang family compound, trapping He Songling.

"that is it."

He Songling finally realized what the Wang family relied on for their home court. It was nothing more than the countless paintings made in advance, which could be transformed into a torrent of firepower and then amplified with the help of the gate-protecting formation.

But no matter how much it is amplified, it is still just an attack made of Qi.

“Swish, swish, swish!”

As he waved his sleeves, strands of Qi accurately hit these huge paintings. No matter what kind of demons and monsters they were, the nodes where the Qi condensed were nowhere to be found under the eyes of the innate, and were instantly shattered into black dots that fell all over the sky.

"Thief, do you think this is the end?"

The head of the Wang family sneered and pressed his palm on the node of the large formation on the ground. The ink scattered in the sky grew out from the formation again and condensed into the totem creature just now, constantly attacking He Songling.

He Songling broke it again, but it was restored after a moment.

"Hahaha, just hit me. I can recover after being broken a few times. I want to see how long you can last!" The head of the Wang family felt proud.

He Songling didn't know how many times he had broken these things, but just as Patriarch Wang said, no matter how many times they were broken, they could be restored, and even more and more.

Of course, these powerful men of the Wang family were not idle either. In addition to unfolding the original calligraphy scrolls, they were also painting on the spot.

The effect of painting on the spot is naturally not as good as those calligraphy works that can be kept in the Wang family as a means of production, but the advantage is that it can be produced continuously and wins by quantity.

"laugh!"

He Songling smashed a Yingzhao with his hand.

Because He Songling was at a high place, the things drawn by the Wang family masters on the spot were mainly those with wings. Yingzhao, Bifang, Qiongqi, Guiche, Tengshe, and Yuyu, these beasts from the Classic of Mountains and Seas, have wings and can fly, but they are not lacking in the power of land beasts.

This is the advantage of the art of painting. They can create ferocious beasts that do not exist in the real world to attack the enemy.

However, the Wang family's method might be a huge problem for others, but it made no difference to He Songling. No matter what they drew or how much they drew, in He Songling's eyes, they were still things condensed from Qi.

When Qi condenses, there will be nodes. Once the nodes are destroyed, it will dissipate. This is a very simple logic. Just like when Linghu Chong fought against Dan Qingsheng and Tu Biweng, two of the Four Friends of Jiangnan, no matter how high their attainments in calligraphy and painting were, they were just flaws in their moves in front of the "Nine Swords of Dugu".

He Songling painted freely, smearing these paintings that came to life one by one, cutting off the nodes of Qi in them. In an instant, countless paintings shattered into puffs of ink mist.

The Wang family not only had this group of high-level veterans, but also many ordinary disciples with shallow cultivation. These disciples were not qualified to intervene in the battle, and they looked up at the battle in the air below, including Wang Ai.

Under the blessing of the formation, countless ink torrents of the divine painting rushed towards He Songling from all directions. And the figure standing in the countless torrents, like a reef, standing still and easily dealing with the attack of the entire Wang family, will be his lingering nightmare for the rest of his life.

"Fuck, is this guy a monster? How can he still hold on?"

A streak of cold sweat ran down the temples of Patriarch Wang. He felt that the man trapped in the formation was at ease, but on his side, there were many elders who were old or had relatively weak cultivation, and they were already exhausted due to the continuous attacks.

If it weren't for the paintings passed down by the Wang family, which were used repeatedly in the formation, their current formation would have collapsed long ago. It was too early for the head of the Wang family to rejoice, because not long after, He Songling suddenly stood up from the roof, floated up, and flew into the air.

"So that's how it is. This is how the formation works." As he spoke, he waved his hand and pointed, and Qi, like white paint, flowed out from his Qi-transformed body, painting in the air in mid-air.

"That is……"

Many members of the Wang family widened their eyes, unable to believe what they were seeing.

"Impossible!" Patriarch Wang's eyes almost popped out of his head.

But everyone of them knew in their hearts that it was useless to deny it, because the method used by the man in the air was clearly the Wang family's secret book "Shen Tu".

"call!"

He Songling seemed to be experimenting in the first step, just sketching out a huge shield. The quality of this shield was obviously not very good. After two or three attacks from Wang's calligraphy, it broke into dots of ink and fell down.

Many members of the Wang family couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when they saw this scene.

"After all, no one can match my Wang family's divine paint..."

Before Patriarch Wang could finish his words of comfort, he saw an even more incredible scene.

The ink that had spilled actually gathered together again in the formation. After being amplified by the Divine Painting Formation, the shield became noticeably more solid, and its range expanded by several circles.

"He is not experimenting with the divine paint, he is experimenting with how to integrate into the Wang family's formation!" The head of the Wang family felt a chill in his heart.

It was obvious that the person in the air was not only testing, but the experiment had even succeeded.

At this time in mid-air, through the feedback of the innate soul, he also fully understood the wonderful use of the Wang family's magic paint. This is a very profound method, not only to mobilize the qi in the body, but also to combine the spirit with the qi, and the spirit with the mind.

In short, this is the home of Ma Liang, the master of the magic brush.

When anyone can draw a living painting, it all depends on imagination. Or you can think of him as a green lantern in ink and color. The more "gods" you inject, the deeper your faith, and the stronger the painting you draw at the same level of Qi training.

"When it comes to my imagination, aren't you guys from the Qing Dynasty far behind?"

He Songling laughed, stretched out his finger and pointed in the air, and soon, he drew a lot of incredible things.

Sniper rifles, rocket launchers, anti-tank mines, mortars, mountain cannons, fighter jets, these were conventional weapons of later times at first, but later on they began to enter the fantasy stage. Tiger King, Steel Garuru, Charizard, Unit-01, Dragon God.

All kinds of mysterious things kept coming out from He Songling's hands, rushing into the battle circle, fighting with the strange beasts transformed from the calligraphy that the Wang family had originally left behind.

At first, these things were not very powerful, but after being broken several times and reassembled and amplified by the formation, they began to be evenly matched. Later, they had a tendency to win.

He Songling, while the paintings in the sky were fighting each other, had already left the encirclement and rushed towards the Wang family like a ghost.

(End of this chapter)