I Was a Demon Painter for Three Hundred Years

The demon clan is rising outside the country, monks are everywhere, the people are suffering a lot, and there is little peace in the country. Han Jiang spent ten years painting demons in the Demon Refining Department and obtained various magical treasures. One day, I have to step out of Chaotian City and go into the depths of the rivers and lakes to face the plans of the monk Sword Immortal and the worries of the ancient monster. With a white bone pen, he can collect demons and eliminate evil spirits, describe the sky and the earth, point out all kinds of living things, outline the beauty and prosperity of mountains and rivers, and finally create a painting that satisfies his heart. He is not the first demon painter to go around the world, but he is the last. … "Dad, I'm hungry." The little bear demon stared at the man with a bone pen hanging from his waist in the distance and yelled at the top of his lungs. "Little naughty boy, don't be so greedy in the next life." The old bear demon raised his eyes to the sky and spoke in a sad voice.