"After the devoured souls are completely digested, the commander can do whatever he wants. When it comes to devouring souls, the commander must be cautious and not be greedy for too much. With the current strength of the commander's soul, he cannot withstand the loss of a large number of dead people's souls.
Impact."
What he was thinking was completely known by 2020.
If you know it, you know it. 2020’s words made Li Meng feel relieved a lot, and he finally no longer had to be a monk.
Turning around and leaving the balcony, Li Meng returned to the training room.
As the door behind him closed, the practice room became quiet and silent again.
Sitting cross-legged on the futon, Li Meng fell into deep thought.
What can I do to focus?
Practicing exorcism cannot be done, because once the spiritual power is released, the souls of the dead will be sucked in. There are currently more than 10,000 people in Black Flag City. Although advanced technology allows the citizens of Black Flag City to avoid
There are many people who are tortured by illness, but there are also many people who are old and frail, and some people die of natural causes every day.
Once the souls of those who have died are swallowed up by Li Meng, once the limit that Li Meng can bear is exceeded, something bad will happen.
Thinking of this, Li Meng shook his head helplessly.
Being strong is not necessarily a good thing, because once you become strong, you will be troubled by more troubles, unlike before when his mental power was still very weak, you didn't have to worry about these problems at all.
Unlike now, he is just a big light bulb. Once he uses his spiritual power, all the souls that should have been swallowed by the subspace will be attracted to him.
what to do?
What can you do to focus your attention?
Li Meng frowned slightly and fell into deep thought.
"Yes..."
His eyes lit up, and Li Meng found a way to concentrate.
Li Meng has loved painting since he was a child. When he was a child, his family was poor and he stole the teacher's chalk drawings. When he grew up, he had to choose a promising major and give up his dream because of poverty.
Li Meng has always believed that he has the qualities of an artist because he likes a quiet environment.
After getting a job, Li Meng would also paint some ink paintings in his spare time to satisfy his fantasy of being an artist.
Since God has given him a second chance, let him realize his dream.
Thinking of this, Li Meng said: "Zhi Nao, bring me a set of oil painting tools. Are there any difficulties with the materials?"
Blue light flashed, and the bust of "Zhi Nao" appeared in the air in front of Li Meng.
"Pigments can be synthesized from minerals. At present, twenty-three different colors of pigments can be synthesized. There is no difficulty in other equipment. Please wait..."
The blue light flashed, and the brain disappeared again.
Li Meng didn't wait long. About half an hour later, the elevator door opened, and an Imperial Guard soldier walked in, holding a wooden suitcase in his hand. It was not small, about one meter long and one wide.
rice.
Li Meng took the suitcase from the soldier and said: "Go..."
The soldier obeyed the order and turned around to leave, while Li Meng also sat cross-legged on the futon and opened his suitcase.
It turns out that the suitcase is just a folding drawing board with a folding stand at the back, which is very compact and exquisite.
There was also a paint box inside. Li Meng opened it and took a look. The colors were quite complete. The colors that were not available could be synthesized with other colors.
There is also a scroll, the material is very good, it feels very comfortable and cool to the touch.
Li Meng stood up and moved the oil painting tools to the balcony.
After setting up the bracket and drawing board, he cut the drawing paper with a drawing knife. Standing in front of the drawing board, Li Meng held the palette in his hand, looking at the city below and the scenery in the distance, calculating how many colors he needed.
Perhaps because of his strong mental power, all the memories about ink painting in the past were dug up. With just one glance, Li Meng got the answer to how many colors were needed.
In less than ten minutes, Li Meng had adjusted the required colors.
Holding the palette in his left hand and the brush in his right hand, Li Meng started drawing on the drawing board. Every stroke and every stroke was exactly what he thought in his heart. Li Meng's attention was completely concentrated.
.
From time to time, I raised my head to glance at the city below and the scenery in the distance, and then lowered my head to draw on the drawing board.
Time passed little by little. I don’t know how long it took. With a deep breath, Li Meng put down the brush.
Done...
Li Meng took a step back and looked at the ink painting on the drawing board. He was very satisfied.
What is painted on the drawing board is the scene that Li Meng saw. The huge energy tower in the distance and the huge fireball of the energy tower are all lifelike on the drawing paper. The dark clouds in the sky, the wasteland, the city, and even further away
The mountains, everything is so real, just like it was captured in a photo.
Of course, no matter how real it is, there is still a certain gap between taking photos of real scenes.
But the feeling of painting is different from the photos taken, giving people a strong sense of art.
"2020, how long has it been?"
In my mind, the voice of 2020 rang.
"You Lan came here at 6 hours and 19 minutes, but Zhinao made excuses and sent him away."
More than six hours?
2020's answer shocked Li Meng. He was so absorbed that he didn't even notice the passage of time, as if only a moment had passed.
Li Meng asked again in his mind: "Is it useful?"
2020: "While painting, the commander was highly concentrated and his mental state was very stable. During the painting process, the assimilation speed increased tenfold. The commander should have felt something."
After listening to what 2020 said, Li Meng felt it. He felt a lot more relaxed. His mind was no longer in the state of confusion and random thoughts before. Those weird memories seemed to have disappeared and he no longer followed on his own.
It surged out of his mind, torturing his will.
After thinking for a while, Li Meng asked: "In the future, before painting, we will release our mental power to devour the souls of the dead, and then assimilate them through painting. In 2020, is this possible?"
2020: "With the Commander's current soul strength, up to five souls can be swallowed at the same time. Exceeding this number will be very dangerous. In the painting state, three souls can barely be assimilated in about five hours. Commander, this
You must control it yourself.”
After assimilating three souls in five hours, Li Meng was already very satisfied with this efficiency. It seemed that painting was very useful.
After sorting out the oil painting tools, Li Meng returned to the practice room with satisfaction.
"Zhi Nao, inform 666 that she will be with me from now on and will be responsible for these painting tools. Since painting is useful, we can't stay in the practice room all the time. We have to go outside and find some scenery that is meaningful for painting."
You can't paint a place twice, you have to paint it from different angles to have an artistic sense.
With that said, Li Meng walked towards the direction of the elevator.
After staying in the training room for so long without even eating lunch, Li Meng was also a little hungry.