The strength of the soul painter, Han Li, Bai Long, and Zhao Jia have seen it, it is absolutely powerful, absolutely awesome, it can knock the shepherd boy unconscious, it is definitely a first-class level.

At this time, Bai Long and Zhao Jia led the way in front.

They all knew the location of the Blackwater Swamp, and they led the way in front and said, "Yesterday the shepherd boy won, but he fainted, and the soul painter is probably not much better." ”

"No, no, the soul painter we saw is not the soul painter in Huang Longzhen's mouth, think about it, his age is the same age as me, and this painting was painted more than 100 years ago, do you think it will be a person?"

Zhao Jia told the truth.

"That's right, this painting has been painting for more than a hundred years, how can it be that rice thief painting souls, well, who is that, could it be his master. ”

"Yes, the Black Water Swamp is the residence of the soul painter, there is not a soul painter there, the master and apprentice are orderly, we are probably looking for the real soul painter, the master of the rice thief we met. ”

"That's right. ”

Not alone.

Maybe it's better to talk about.

As for strength.

It must be more powerful, Han Li looked at the painting in his hand and muttered, "Let's try everything to go well." ”

"Don't worry, the so-called Hades is aggressive, the little ghost is difficult, the higher the realm, the easier it is to communicate, haha, I think it shouldn't be a big problem. ”

"Uh-huh, yes. ”

It's optimistic.

I don't know if it's going to work.

At this time, Han Li also asked, "By the way, after I left last night, the shepherd boy and Qian Yi are okay." ”

"It's okay, the shepherd boy woke up soon, and Qian Yi was okay this morning, although his body is still a little injured, but it's not a big problem. ”

"Yes, it's all good. ”

"That's good, that's good. ”

Han Li was relieved.

At this time, the white dragon said: "Last night's incident, we asked the shepherd boy, the shepherd boy has not seen the five dragons Zhenren, according to him, the front and back feet, the five dragons have been dead for three years, he entered Huqi Mountain, so he has not seen it, but he has confirmed his true identity, he, he is a drought fish." ”

"Dry!?"

I've heard the soul painter say it.

It's the existence of a corpse.

Han Li asked, "The Drought Fish, the legendary Drought Fish, is a corpse, well, I don't know about the rest, he, did he make it clear." ”

"To make it clear, he still claims to be Rui, framed by someone, and then the corpse is resurrected, immortal and indestructible, and it has become what it is now, well, that's just his illusion, his real body is a corpse, a corpse that is not broken by swords and guns, as for that, he is unconscious, not because he is powerful at painting souls, but because he exposes his body, it will cause this state, so he has nothing to do, just, just left. ”

"Uh-huh. ”

Promised, in fact, Han Li didn't think about it so much.

Because that's someone else's business.

Originally, I wanted to explore with nothing to do, but at this time, I made it like this, how could I still be in this mood, and I was the answerer.

When Bai Long and Zhao Jia saw it, they didn't say anything, pointed to the road in front and said, "Keep going forward, through the two mountains in front, you can see it, but it's not far." ”

"Uh-huh. ”

Zhao Jia is a cultivator, knows Taoist secret methods, and shrinks the ground into inches.

His so-called not far away, but he thought it was not far, Han Li and Bailong were still far away, the so-called watching the mountain running a dead horse, looking at the mountain was in front of him, but it was noon.

Only to the top of the mountain.

Zhao Jia picked some fruits to quench their thirst, as well as some other dry food that he carried with him, so he didn't rest much and went down.

It was past two o'clock in the afternoon.

It's to the Blackwater Swamp.

At this time, when I looked up, it was all a muddy pond, and there was no way to go inside, although there were some roads in some places, but they were not next to each other.

And it's so big that you can't see the edge at a glance, and I don't know how to go around.

"How do you get in? ”

He knew that the mountain road was difficult, so he was prepared, and he knew that it would be good to be able to get this done in one day today, but he didn't expect it to be so troublesome.

I got up early in the morning, started to rush at seven o'clock, and it has been seven or eight hours now, and now I have to face no way out, which is the most difficult.

Han Li scratched his head and sighed, a little tired.

"This way. ”

Zhao Jia looked left and right, and continued to lead the way.

As a result, it was still a deep foot and a shallow foot below the knee, full of mud, and the more tired I walked, "Who are the people in this place, why did you choose to be here, it's too inconvenient to come and go." ”

"Here are some so-called evil crooked ways, such as painting soul people, they are one of them, different from the major famous and decent families, they don't play cards according to common sense, so they are called evil crooked ways, well, you can see from what the soul painters did, they, there is no bottom line. ”

"The evil door said crookedly, that, that's it. ”

"So, they're hiding here, it's not easy to get in and out, it's not easy to be discovered, and of course, for people who are cultivating, that's not a problem. ”

"Yes, yes,"

Just chatted.

Go inside.

Walked for about an hour.

Even though Han Li had been in the mountains for a while and had good physical strength, he couldn't bear such a continuous journey, he was tired and sore, and he was already on the verge of collapse.

That's right.

Tired and stupid.

Han Li wanted to sit down and rest, or lie down and soothe his waist.

At this time, the white dragon shouted, "Look, it's here." ”

In the middle of a swamp, there was a huge willow tree growing there, covering the sky and the sun, and next to the willow tree, there was a bamboo house.

The bamboo house is not big, nor is it small.

The dry yellow one is very elegant.

There is also a small kiosk at the door.

Of course, the main thing is that there is a road, straight out of the trend, very clean, very tidy, which means that their days are coming to an end.

"I'm going, and it's finally here. ”

Before he arrived, Han Li couldn't hold back anymore, so he excitedly quickened his pace, hoping to arrive quickly, at least on that path.

It's quiet, it's tidy, you can take a little rest, it's not like here, it's all black water, it's all mud, it's too uncomfortable.

"Uh-huh, hmm, pick up the pace. ”

"Go, go. ”

Zhao Jia also took a step towards Han Li, knowing that he was already very tired from walking.

So this time, I arrived at the periphery of the bamboo house in one go, "I'll go, I'm tired to death." Han Li immediately lay down, not caring whether it was dirty or not.

"This journey is a tiring individual. ”

Bailong is short, his lower body is covered with mud, and it is also very uncomfortable, only Zhao Jia, who is fine, walked to the front and looked, "The door is open, the soul painter should be there, well, let's rest or just pass." ”

"Let's rest, it's not good in this state. ”

"Yes, yes. ”

Han Li agreed, and with a long sigh, he didn't move, soothing his waist there, looking at the bamboo house in the distance, no matter what, he had to go in for a while.