Rebirth: I can easily control the end-of-the-world game

Chapter 397 [Magical Girl in Modern Times] 22

The painting spirit was obviously not a melee magical creature, and the world in the painting was her home, so Feng Lan did not see her after she came in.

Before, I saw a large area of ​​blue outside the painting and I didn’t know whether it was a mountain, the sea, or something else. I only realized it after Feng Lan came in.

Those blue lines are twisting in the world of the painting, overlapping one another, filling the world of the painting completely with paint. Wherever the wind and mist fall, it is an extension of the other.

"Zizi-"

Feng Lan heard the sound of her shoes corroding and quickly jumped away. She found that the soles of her shoes had been melted a little bit. She looked back at the place where she had just stood and saw that it had turned into a small acidic swamp with bubbles and green gas emerging from it.

Apparently, the painting spirit can also put the enemy in a disadvantageous situation by changing the layout of the world in the painting.

"Hey," Feng Lan was quite envious of this ability. Since she couldn't find a place to stand, she simply sat sideways on the staff. Facing the strokes that kept coming towards her, Feng Lan dodged them one by one. Later, these strokes that fell out of thin air pushed Feng Lan to a place little by little. Feng Lan, who realized this, naturally couldn't let Hua Ling get his wish.

She raised her hand, and a dazzling two-meter red longbow appeared in her hand. It slowly shrank according to her wishes, and finally adapted to Feng Lan's thirteen-year-old body. She raised her hand, drew the bow, and shot the arrow.

"Bam—"

When the arrow hits the strokes, they turn into paint and explode, a small amount of energy leaks out, and the appearance of other strokes also slows down.

"Ah, your control seems not very skilled." Feng Lan controlled the flying staff while shooting arrows casually to knock down the strokes in all directions. If she really wanted to get out, she could just use a big move to break through the upper limit of this world in the painting, but that would be meaningless, and this was someone else's home after all. Feng Lan considered herself a polite person and would not destroy other people's homes casually.

Feng Lan shot arrows continuously, and after more than ten minutes of stalemate with the brush strokes, the painting spirit finally couldn't hold on any longer, and the strokes that fell out of thin air decreased. Most people couldn't bear to paint for so long. From the outside of the picture, the part with the little man in the middle was always blank, and the strokes dotted around were shot down by the long arrows shot by the little man, and the paint dissipated.

Hua Ling also didn't understand how a little girl magician could have such long-lasting endurance. How could her magic reserves be more than hers?

Soon, Feng Lan, who was drawing the bow, felt herself plunged into darkness. In the world of the painting, there was no other movement except her own breathing and the sound of the arrow being fired. She immediately realized that it was the painting spirit that took action.

After losing your sight, being unable to hear is no different from cutting off your own limbs.

Feng Lan did not panic. Without saying a word, she immediately used her staff to raise her body, and at the same time, she felt the magical fluctuations from all directions more carefully.

She didn't believe that Hua Ling's ability, which was so buggy, would not have any side effects!

"—"

The moment Feng Lan raised her head, she felt that the magic power of the painting spirit was firmly gathered at the place where she had just been.

If Feng Lan could see, she would be able to see that the place where she had just stood was densely covered by paintbrushes of various colors. If successful, Feng Lan's body would definitely be covered with the paint of the painting spirit.

However, even though she dodged in time, some paint was inevitably splashed on Feng Lan's feet, calves and arms. She tried to rub it off or wash it off, but on the one hand, the painting spirit's attack was too swift, and on the other hand, the paint was really hard to wipe off. Feng Lan could only be more vigilant.