After returning from a walk, Meng Chuan came to the study to draw.

On the unfolded paper, Meng Chuan painted the peach blossoms first, the black-brown tortuous branches, the green leaves were full of vitality, and the peach blossoms were as beautiful as they were. Some of these peach blossoms were in full bloom, while others were still buds, and the stamens seemed to tremble slightly in the breeze. The painting was more spiritual than what was seen in reality. This is how painting originated from reality, but transcended reality.

Then I started drawing people.

Painting peach blossoms is an outstanding skill.

Drawing people is the real soul! The finishing touch of the dragon!

A beauty stood in front of the peach blossoms, sniffing the fragrance of the peach blossoms gently, and the person reflected more beautifully than the flowers.

"What are you drawing?" Liu Qiyue, who had been practicing arrows for an hour, entered the bookstore, came to Meng Chuan and took a look. At first glance, she saw the beauty in the scroll with a prototype. Isn't it her? Isn't this scene the peach blossom bushes I walked by today?

Liu Qiyue felt sweet in her heart at this moment and couldn't help looking at her husband.

Meng Chuan also glanced at his wife beside him.

The couple looked at each other and laughed.

"I won't bother you, continue painting, let me collect it after painting." Liu Qiyue said as she walked to another desk beside her, and began grinding ink happily, preparing to write, but she couldn't help laughing when grinding ink.

Meng Chuan paints a painting for his wife every year, and Liu Qiyue will keep it with care and take it out to see it. She can feel her husband's feelings for her in the scroll.

Sometimes she is also glad...

Although she has been facing war and may be married to Meng Chuan, she is also very grateful to God.

Meng Chuan was naturally immersed in paintings and had been in contact with his wife for too long. He met each other since childhood and supported each other for many years. He explored the demon king tiredly every day. His wife prepared food by herself in the morning, and his wife looked forward to it at night. This also made Meng Chuan more grateful to his wife for her efforts. His wife could have arranged for the servants to prepare food, but she insisted on doing it by herself. Meng Chuan could feel his wife's intention to him. In this bloody war, having a confidant is a blessing for several lifetimes to cultivate.

When Mengchuan was painting, the soul was always shining with spiritual light.

When Meng Chuan paints his wife, most of them will cause the transformation of the soul, but sometimes the transformation is stronger, and sometimes the transformation is weaker. This time it is obviously stronger.

"boom."

Meng Chuan paused his brush in his hand.

I just feel that the soul rumbling began to undergo a qualitative transformation and was about to transform to a new level.

"Have you started to break through? The fifth level of the soul?" Meng Chuan was a little complicated at this moment.

When he was forty-eight years old, he had four levels of soul.

Today, at the age of fifty-eight, he finally entered the fifth level of the soul of the soul, which is the level of the soul owned by most demon saints and the Creation Realm. Like King An Hai, he was trapped on the fourth level and could not become the realm of the fortune.

Meng Chuan only took ten years from the fourth to the fifth floor of the soul.

This decade was also the most tragic decade of the human demon war. The human race completely gave up all prefectures and counties, and the ancient gods and demons woke up and tried their best to protect the city. Most ordinary people could only survive in the wilderness and were hunted by demon kings. The patrol gods and demons ignored their lives and patroled in the mountains, forests and wilderness, protecting the people of the world. Dozens of gods and demons in the world also died in battle.

The gap between the world also appeared, connecting the human world and the demon world, making the two worlds closer together.

More and more powerful people are entering the human world, and the demon saints who take over the body are coming one by one, and Xue Feng dies at the hands of the demon saint who take over the body.

"I reach the fifth level of the soul. I believe that it will not take too long to become a blood drop realm. I hope it can completely solve the threat of millions of demon kings." Meng Chuan said silently, "Without millions of demon kings, we can easily fight this war with the top combat power alone."

After Meng Chuan's soul transformed and stabilized, he continued to paint.

I even painted for two hours after dinner, and finished it in one go and completely painted it.

"July." Meng Chuan put the painting in front of his wife and "was finished."

"You drew it very quickly this time." Liu Qiyue looked at the scroll with a smile. The woman in the scroll was only drawn by a bust. She smelled the fragrance of flowers lightly, which was extremely beautiful. After looking at the painting carefully, she looked at the name of the scroll - "Madam He is the King".

"Congratulations to me to be the king?" Liu Qiuyue glanced at her husband with a smile.

"You have to keep it away. The news about your king's gods and demons is still a secret. You can't let outsiders see it." Meng Chuan said with a smile.

"Don't worry, outsiders can't see it." Liu Qiyue happily held out.

...

That night.

Meng Chuan entered the quiet room and sat cross-legged.

"After reaching the fifth level of the soul, you can start practicing in the blood drop realm." Meng Chuan said intimately, then closed his eyes and concentrated his mind, and used the power of the soul to conduct micro-exploration.

The further the physical body line, the deeper the physical body is practiced, making the physical body more terrifying. This is indeed a powerful and incredible method. Even the Master Cangyuan, who is in the seven-tribulation realm of the physical body, left this inheritance in the Cangyuan Cave Heaven. Only the "Starry Sky Crystal" was obtained, and the Master Cangyuan only obtained a small amount. He could only let a small number of human races practice.

"Wow."

Meng Chuan's soul power swept across his body, and each place was magnified in front of him countless times. After the fifth level of the soul, he watched it deeper. A drop of blood was as big as a vast world, and he could easily see a large number of particles in the blood, and even the "particle space" inside the particles.

"Hmm?" Meng Chuan's soul power also swept across the Dantian space.

The "source of the Infinite Realm" in the Dantian space is extremely small and cannot be seen even when viewed inside.

However, the mysterious art of the physical lineage can be seen in extremely small worlds, and Meng Chuan also saw his "source of the Infinite Realm".

It is a sphere much smaller than particles.

Under the microscopic secret technique of the fifth level of the soul, it is like a mortal watching a mountain.

The whole body of the sphere is purple-brown, but there are countless blazing white light patterns on the surface. Widths of white light burst out from the poles of the sphere toward the outside world. This is the extremely condensed true essence of the infinite realm. And the white light burst out from the poles... under the influence of each other, it also forms a special fluctuation, which ripples in all directions and finally returns to the sphere.

"Cultivating in the Wujian Realm is to find ways to make it collapse smaller, so that the true essence can be more pure." Meng Chuan said intimately, "I have now increased my control over it greatly, and it can also make it smaller."

The soul's thoughts have long been integrated into the sphere. As the soul has fully controlled the constraints, the sphere slowly collapsed, the density is slowly increasing, and the true energy has become more pure. After the diameter is one-third smaller, the sphere cannot shrink and return to stability.

"Start the blood-dropping realm of cultivation."

Inside each particle.

The particle space is as vast as the starry sky, with a tiny Mengchuan standing on the core of the particle in the center.

After reaching the fifth level of the soul, the soul's thoughts have undergone qualitative changes, and each soul's thoughts have become more solid, as if a real villain is standing there, and at the same time it has also shrunk to only one percent of the size of a particle core, and can carry a complete memory mark, which is also necessary for practicing the Blood Drop Realm. A single thought before could not have Meng Chuan's complete memory. Now the fifth level of the soul can do it.

"Boom." Use the practice method of dropping blood realm.

The tiny Meng Chuan sat cross-legged on the particle nucleus and gradually sank down and merged into the particle nucleus.
Chapter completed!