The green tile gray pavilion has a strong ink fragrance, and when Zhan'an turns his gaze back, the turbulent city in front of him suddenly loses its original color.

It is a series of distinct ink pen lines, outlining the charm of the entire Red Lotus City, and even the slightly undulating mountains and several ancient towers in the distance have become the farthest scenery......

The man who sells sugar gourds, he is just a few sketches.

The second child in the teahouse who solicited customers, he even only had a cloud of ink shadows.

The hurried carriages and passengers, although they were already stationary, depicted their toil and rush in detail.

Zhan An touched himself with his hand, wondering if he had also become an ink painting, but he still had flesh and blood and warmth.

"Which master is here to hold a banquet and wait for Zhan to be flattered? Zhan An opened his mouth and said to the ink city in the painting.

The voice echoed in the painting city, and no one answered, and on the long street facing Zhan'an, a black shadow suddenly appeared, this shadow was burly and tall, and when it stood close to the city tower, the wide road seemed a little crowded and narrow at its feet!

The shadow of the black dragon stepped step by step, the ink painting city was trembling, and when it reached the crossroads in front of it, the vendors, pedestrians, officers and soldiers had all disappeared, and the entire street was cleared, leaving only Zhan'an and the giant ink beast!

The black creature is dressed in armor, and the hair on its whole body is swaying with the wind like flames, although it is completely drawn with black ink, but because of the difference in the color of the ink, it still gives people a powerful momentum possessed by red fire!

"Fire Dragon?"

Zhan Kishi recognized the creature.

And it's Mocheng's Fire Lin Dragon, for some reason, the moment it steps towards itself, it's like a real Fire Lin Dragon standing in front of it, and its majesty and divine aura are not diminished in the slightest!

Zhan An knew very well that this was definitely not an illusion.

The painting city he is in is real, and the ink-painted fire dragon in front of him is even more real, as a god and mortal, he can't be deceived by the small folk painting method.

The painter who painted the Red Lotus City here and waited for him to throw himself into the net must also be a peerless master......

Is there such a strong man in the ancestral dragon city-state?

Zhan'an didn't remember anyone who could reach this realm, taking the painting as the truth, even the dragon drawn was not inferior to the Huolin Dragon itself!

"Since you want to kill me, why don't you see it, I am also a god and mortal person of the Ancestral Dragon City-State, and I am also your predecessor. Zhan'an faced the approach of the Fire Lin Dragon, but he didn't take half a step back.

Only his own voice was still echoing, and the painter had no intention of showing up.

Zhan'an frowned.

Could it be a foreign powerhouse??

In order to kill herself, Li Ying did not hesitate to ask for foreign gods and mortals with a shy face!

"Moo!!!!!"

The fire dragon roared like a sacred cow, and when it trampled on the ground, it saw a huge wave of flames rolling that had spread over most of the city.

The waves of flames struck, even though the ink line fluctuated, the feeling of heat and the impact force were no different from the molten fire, and the sleeves of Zhan'an's coat were about to burn.

Zhan'an jumped up, as light as a wild goose, and he stepped on the eaves of ink, and quickly dodged in the direction of the castle tower behind him.

The Ink Flame Wave swept away all the houses and pavilions on the street, and as the Fire Lin Dragon chased after it on all fours, the Ink Flame Wave surged higher and higher, almost engulfing half of the city along the street!

Leap up to the dome of the city tower, the body of the building is jet black, the same is composed of ink, and the shore is borrowed at the corner of the eaves.

In an instant, the castle tower turned into pieces, and the shore was full and detached, and the body almost turned into a lengthy phantom in this burst of ejections.

Through the waves of flames that attacked the city, you can see that the majestic curtain of fire was actually washed open by the shore of Zhan.

Facing the Fire Lin Dragon, Zhan'an punched with his bare hands, but his fist shone with blazing light at this moment, and the surrounding Mo Cheng was even distorted because of his punch!

"Boom~~~~~~~~~!"

The Fire Lin Dragon slid out upside down, and its fist suddenly exploded at the cross street, washing the Ink Shadow City like a pool of waste ink that had been splashed open, and for a while, the entire painting city lost its original appearance.

The Fire Lin Dragon shook its body, it didn't fall over, but was shaken back by the power of this fist, although the flames on its body were extinguished for a short time, but with a long roar from this domineering beast, ink flames surged on its body again, and it was even stronger than before!

Zhan'an's expression was a little solemn.

I thought that the dragon painted in ink had nothing in its potential and strength, but it was easy to shatter when touched, but I never thought that the fire dragon made of ink would be so steel and iron, and his arm was a little numb when he punched it.

What's more, I haven't used the power of the gods for some years, and my strength is not as good as before.

Temporarily stepping back, Zhan An stared at the fire dragon, trying to find its flaws from this phantom magic painting, since it is a painting, there must be something completely different from the real thing, if you can find this painting city, the essence of this painting dragon, it will be effortless!

"Rumble Rumble ~~~~~~~~~~~~~"

A loud noise sounded from the collapsed city tower behind him, and Zhan'an felt an unprecedented terrifying aura behind him, which made his neck chill and goosebumps all over his body!

He turned his head and saw the towers and walls......

The walls of Red Lotus City are quite tall and solid, even if a demon-level creature appears, it can resist it.

The city wall is also drawn in ink, but to Zhan'an's disbelief, the city wall began to squirm and began to stretch out!

The wall bricks are like scales, the city walls are like bones, and the city wall guarding this Red Lotus City has come to life, turning into a city dragon, which is slowly raising its rock-like head, looking down on the small shore like a mole......

Zhan'an's heart is extremely shocked, this painting technique has reached its peak, and the most terrifying thing is that this god can turn the dragon he has seen into a dragon beast in his pen!!

The walls of Red Lotus City definitely do not have this divine power, there are such rumors that it is the ancestral dragon city-state, and it is rumored that the state wall of the ancestral dragon city-state is a keel!

This painter is clearly the god of the city-state, she has seen the real keel of the ancestral dragon city-state, otherwise how can she use this painting technique.

"Ancestral Dragon Divine Ji, the pinnacle of painting, are you the daughter of Li Ying?" Zhan'an finally knew who the person from this painting city was.

It's just that when he left the ancestral dragon city-state, Li Ying's daughter was just a child, and after more than ten years, she had mastered such magical powers!

Zhan'an's words were still unanswered, and the other party didn't seem to need to speak to a dying person.

The oppression brought by the dragon of the city wall made it difficult for Zhan'an to move half a step, and the fire dragon in front of him collided even more, Zhan'an smiled bitterly, showing his indifference to life and death......

He didn't expect that he had just revealed his gods, and he had been killed, and he didn't have any resentment or hatred in his heart, just a little worried about those two little guys.

If the Fire Lin Dragon is spoken, Zhan An can still defeat it, after all, the Fire Lin Dragon itself has also been shattered by him.

But the dragon behind the city wall, is attached to the soul of the ancestral dragon, since this painter can draw it, the realm is already above himself, he is no longer the unyielding, unbelieving young man, he has already exhausted his life's blood fighting spirit, thought that he could find a quiet place to enjoy his old age, but in the end he still did not escape the entanglement with Li Ying.

"Boom la la la ~~~~~~~~~~"

Suddenly, all the ink slipped like water, and the Fire Lin Dragon in front of him turned into pools of splashed black ink as it ran, and the rampant flames flew drop by drop.

Behind him, the terrifying ink painting dragon slowly lay down to the earth, slowly coiled his body, and encircled this ink painting city under his own lengthy dragon, and all the momentum collapsed in an instant!

Like a ridiculous and magnificent dream, I was waking up on the couch.

In Zhan'an's ears, the shouting of the downtown area was heard again, and his surroundings were filled with toiling pedestrians.

On both sides are still green tile gray buildings.

In front is the stone brick avenue, and in the distance is the ancient tower of the low mountain.

The red lotus city wall behind him is quiet and majestic, with white stones, limestones, and towers, not moving at all, and has never turned into any lifelike dragon objects.

Everything was like a dream, Zhan'an's eyes shuttled through the bustling streets of Red Lotus City, and he still didn't see the painter, and the fear of being stared at by the painting dragon continued to spread in the depths of his soul!

......

Red Lotus City, Guta Mountain.

A pool of red lotus, a viewing platform, a stone case, an ink pen, a woman in a blue velvet dress, her eyes are like a lake, deep and beautiful, and the depth of the pupil reflects this red lotus city, reflecting the crowd on the street.

A man in light clothes, with beads of sweat on his forehead, looked at the woman who was painting, his expression was very solemn.

Say. Nan Ling Sha said.

"I obeyed the teacher's arrangement and went to Qingliuhe City to assist a team of demon slaying masters, and when I arrived, all three mentors were dead, and the monsters disappeared. Zhu Minglang took a deep breath and explained this fact to Nan Lingsha.

When climbing the mountain, Zhu Minglang saw the change in the painting and ink of the entire city, although he didn't know what Nan Lingsha was doing, but now that the three mentors died violently, there must be extremely powerful monsters running rampant, and they must be reported to the top of the academy as soon as possible.

"I'll take care of it. Nan Lingsha sorted out the ink bamboo bottle beside her.

"Girl, be careful, the monster has been cultivated for at least three thousand years. Zhu Minglang said.

Nan Lingsha is still carrying a pen, but this time she does not paint on canvas, but writes out of thin air.

I saw that the ink did not fall in the air, but a lifelike unicorn dragon was gradually sketched into shape.

Gently touching the eyeball, the drawn unicorn dragon actually came to life.

"You sit in Red Lotus City for me. Qilin Long leaned over, Nan Lingsha sat sideways, and said to Zhu Minglang.

Soon, the Qilin Dragon was speeding through the ridge of the low mountain with Nan Lingsha, and before Zhu Minglang had time to ask how to sit in a city, she had already traveled dozens of miles away......

Zhu Minglang closed his mouth, looked at the peaceful Red Lotus City, and had a headache for a while.

From assistance to sitting in town, how can I inexplicably shoulder so much responsibility as a student who has just enrolled in the Dragon Training Academy? ?