painting!

The first thought that flashed through Chen Luo’s mind was painting.

Just as he guessed, this place has become a "painting". Only a painting can change the color so arbitrarily. But who can do such a big thing? He had seen the method of using a scroll to divert the inner demon in Shenhu Xianmen before. Immortal Wuwei was good at this.

Chen Luo's master's wife Bai Su was brought out of the Heart Demon Tribulation by Wuwei Zhenren using similar magical powers. However, even Wuwei Zhenren, who had inherited the power of the Heart Demon Ancestor, could not make such a large-scale rewrite.

"That's it."

After the demonstration, the woman looked at Chen Luo again, her eyes full of anticipation.

“Can it be transferred to something else?”

“It can be transferred to trees and can turn the leaves green.”

The woman nodded seriously, and then she walked to a potted plant nearby. The potted plant had long been withered, and the leaves were also gray and dead. But the moment the woman's palm touched it, the leaves visibly came alive, and the leaves burst into vitality. Similarly, the color on the woman's clothes quickly faded and turned gray again.

"If so"

Chen Luo raised his head and looked at the dark clouds in the sky.

Can the color of the sky be dyed? It is a painting, so there is no need to limit your thinking. The sky and the ground can all be "painted".

"Not in the sky!"

The moment the woman saw Chen Luo's gaze, an expression of fear appeared on her face.

"That is the color of the gods. You cannot touch it."

Chen Luo ignored the woman and just watched quietly. Everything that was done in the room could not be noticed by the "sight" in the sky, and he could not see the content of the "painting".

The woman stopped talking. She found that the man she met had very dangerous ideas. He was different from everyone else here. He always wanted to attack the gods. In her opinion, all those who dared to attack the gods died, without exception.

'What a nice person, but his brain is broken. What a pity to waste such a beautiful color.'

The woman thought with regret.

If he wanted to learn Chen Luo's "color", he had to be taught by Chen Luo himself. In this place, everyone's color was very precious, and it was very difficult to learn.

"Are there many people of 'color' here?"

Chen Luo retracted his gaze. He planned to contact more people and understand the so-called "God" from different perspectives. He now seriously suspected that the so-called God was the centipede monster, the former national teacher who took away the Juxing Jade. Like the Seven Ancestors of Qionghua, the centipede monster also had his own secret plans. He accidentally bumped into it and became a variable in the other party's plan.

"Besides me, there are three other people on this street: Aunt Jiu, Brother Ling, and Cai Yatou."

The woman mentioned several names.

"May I have your name?"

Chen Luo returned and sat down opposite the woman and began to ask.

"My name is Hawthorn."

The woman said her name, a hint of request flashed in her eyes, and she raised the previous question to Chen Luo again.

"Can I learn your colors? The colors on my body are almost all faded. If I can't learn new colors, it won't be long before I become a tree outside."

"Faded? Yes, since it's a painting, it will definitely fade."

Chen Luo was stunned, but reacted quickly.

“How many colors did you master at the beginning?”

“Three.”

The woman took off a hairpin from her hair. The hairpin was pure gray, but its texture was very hard. The woman pointed at the hairpin and said.

“It wasn’t this color at first, and…”

As she spoke, she took off the sachet from her waist. This sachet was made of fine fabric and embroidered with exquisite patterns, but unfortunately these patterns and words had lost their color and turned into a black and white decoration.

“So is this sachet.”

"My clothes are starting to fade. This dress is the best carrier I've found to preserve the color, but it's too bad it's reaching its limit now. This is the first time I've seen such a perfect carrier like you." A hint of envy flashed in the woman's eyes.

Only then did Chen Luo realize that the hem of the woman's skirt had begun to fade, and the color was fading just as she had described.

"Carrier?"

Chen Luo had some ideas in his mind. He took out a talisman pen from his storage bag. The tip of the pen was still stained with the red color of cinnabar.

"Second color!!"

The woman's face was full of excitement. She didn't expect that the person in front of her had a second color. In the current Wenxin Town, people with multiple colors are all strong.

"Don't move yet."

Chen Luo raised the talisman pen and lightly touched the woman's forehead.

Oddly enough, the red cinnabar used to draw talismans turned into gray-black when it fell on the woman's forehead. When the tip of the pen was lifted, the color froze.

"you"

Before the woman could speak, Chen Luo raised the pen again. The same cinnabar, but this time Chen Luo covered the cinnabar with spiritual power. Under the effect of spiritual power, the color of the talisman pen tip radiated a dark red stream of light, and the pen tip touched the woman's brow again.

This time, the red color of cinnabar did not fade after it fell on the woman's body. Until Chen Luo took the pen away, the color was still bright red.

The woman who sensed the power of "color" showed a surprised expression on her face, and she quickly took the mirror and looked at it. The reflection in the mirror was still black and white, but the woman had long been accustomed to this kind of mirror, and she could see the changes in her brows.

"I see."

A flash of enlightenment came into Chen Luo's mind.

The so-called "color" is still a kind of "magical power" in its root, but the way it is expressed is different from the magical power of the Tiannan Region.

Chen Luo grabbed the scent bag on the table. This was the faded scent bag of the woman. Under the infusion of Chen Luo's spiritual power, the scent bag turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the silk thread embroidered on it also turned bright gold, which was particularly conspicuous in this gray and white world.

"It has color! How did you do that?"

The woman's face was full of surprise, and she looked at Chen Luo with admiration. This was the first time she had met someone who was so skilled in the use of colors.

'Color is strength, that's easy.'

After putting away the talisman pen, Chen Luo began to ask other people in the town, including the mysterious god. After the demonstration just now, the woman worshipped Chen Luo very much and basically answered all his questions. Through her, Chen Luo got to know other people in Wenxin Town.

In addition to the three people mentioned by Shanzha, there is another force in Wenxin Town called the Seven Colors Pavilion. This force fights against the "bark monsters" outside the town that have lost their colors. Because they have lost their own colors, the bark monsters have a strong hatred for these people with colors. Every once in a while, these monsters will attack Wenxin Town.

The Seven-Colored Pavilion is the main force to resist these monsters.

In the Seven Colors Pavilion, the most powerful person is the Pavilion Master, who masters the seven colors.

He is called the Seven Color Envoy.

He is the only one in the entire Wenxin Town who has mastered this power. The method of using colors that Shanzha used before was created by the Pavilion Master.

Below the Pavilion Master are the Five Color Envoys, which are still very rare. Below them are the ordinary members, and Hawthorn is one of them. In a place like Wenxin Town, there is no third choice, either you are a bark monster that has lost its color, or you are a color envoy with color.

“How many colors does the god have?”

"I don't know, but it's definitely more than the Pavilion Master."

Shanzha shook her head and looked at Chen Luo cautiously. The man in front of her was very good, but his only shortcoming was that he always liked to ask about the gods. This was a taboo in Wenxin Town, and if you said these things outside the room, you would be struck by lightning.

Chen Luo stayed in the room for half a day.

Until the next day, it was still pitch black outside and there was no 'sun'.

Chen Luo suspected that this area was being refined, and the ink cloud spreading above was the most obvious feature.

He must find the secret of this place before the ink cloud spreads completely.

He used the method that Changqing's brain came up with to teleport himself to this place. There was no way he could have tricked himself. The elder brother knew what he wanted to chase, and he must have had his purpose in leading him to this place.

"Aren't you going out?"

Chen Luo walked to the door. After a night's rest, he had a better understanding of this place. Today he planned to go out and find people from the Seven-Colored Pavilion to inquire about the news of the gods.

"I have eaten ink. I don't need to eat within three days, and the color on my body will not fade." Shanzha was lying on the bed and turned his head when he heard Chen Luo's voice.

Chen Luo then remembered that when he entered the house, Shanzha gave him a small black ball, but he did not eat it.

Seeing that Shanzha had no intention of going out, Chen Luo didn't ask any more questions.

Pushed the door open and walked out.

A cold air swept in from the street, and the scene that came into view turned into a long street in black and white again.

Chen Luo didn't walk fast, and the moment he walked out the door, the feeling of being watched appeared again.

The spiritual energy dissipated, blocking the view of the sky again.

After walking along the street for a while, about a hundred meters later, at a street corner, Chen Luo saw a teahouse with seven or eight people sitting inside. These people were toasting each other and talking loudly. It was obviously a very lively scene, but no sound was heard, giving people an indescribable sense of weirdness.

Chen Luo's arrival attracted the attention of these people, and everyone looked over.

This group of people are all black and white.

They are all bark people.

“Human flesh!!”

The face of the monster closest to Chen Luo suddenly twisted, and the skin split open from the nasal cavity. The roots full of earthy smell mixed with milky white pulp rolled towards Chen Luo. The tea drinkers behind him also scrambled to climb out and pounced on Chen Luo like hyenas.

Chen Luo stretched out his right hand, with his palm facing the ground. A circle of spiritual power surrounded his palm, turning into an orange-red ring of fire.

Color is power.

Chen Luo understood the rules of this place. He pressed down with one hand, and the ring of fire in the palm of his hand exploded, sweeping like a shock wave. (End of this chapter)