The end of the ruins to do things, sometimes can be accurate, sometimes inaccurate, because people's hearts are unpredictable.

Although Mo Pingyi agreed to him, he changed his mind and didn't want to wait any longer.

"I'm sorry, but I can't do it if I want to keep waiting......"

In the cold winter morning mist, the painter was dressed in an inky black robe, standing in front of the broken tomb in the bleak wind, holding a wine jug, sacrificing heaven and earth, singing and dancing, and chanting the mantra of the soul in a loud voice:

"The soul is awake, and it is the same as Yu,

The long night will pass, and the dazzling will open,

There is a reason for the end, and there is a time for righteousness to end,

Don't be afraid of the noon, don't be afraid of the sun,

Walk with Yu, go with Yu;

……

……

Zhu Mingcheng is at night, and he does not hide it;

Gaolan was swept away, and Silu gradually;

The river is long, and the layers of frost are dyed;

The eyes are extremely cold, the ice and snow are cold!"

……

Inside and outside the castle, the guards who had been dreaming all night woke up at dawn, straightened their crotches, and pretended that nothing had happened.

……

Sunrise, auspicious time arrived, King Min slowly walked up to the altar in front of the martial hall surrounded by the guard of honor, to personally preside over the completion ceremony.

Inside the Martial Palace, the large-scale formation with a complex structure began to slowly operate from the underground, activated layer by layer, and connected with the sixteen altars outside the city, rushing out of a dazzling light from the golden roof of the Martial Palace, the light even took away the thin brilliance of the winter sun, and clothed the entire mortise and tenon city with a layer of dazzling bright white and gold and iron.

Wu Diancheng, the power of the magic circle rose to the sky, the original intention was to demonstrate to the surrounding neighbors, show the strength of the Fenglou country, and show that they are strong and inviolable.

However, just a few breaths later, a total of twenty-four huge murals on the three floors overflowed a layer of black and purple mist at the same time, and the mist gradually opened and thickened, covering the four walls of the martial hall, and then extracted thousands of wisps, like countless streams of secluded springs into the abyss, integrated into the array eye in the middle of the main hall!

"What's going on?!What's going on?!"

"What kind of evil art is this? Quick, go and report to the king!"

Several generals guarding the formation in the martial hall panicked at the same time, they saw the abnormality of the mural, this is definitely not the means of the righteous path! There is also the formation, it seems that someone has tampered with it!

At this moment, two black-purple rays of light burst out from the eyes of the ancient war beasts drawn on the central axis of the main hall! After this war beast woke up, in the seventy-two battle beast diagram it was in, all the war beasts woke up one after another, their eyes showed black and purple light, some shook their heads and tails, some danced their claws and roared, and each war beast was ready to move, ready to rush out of the mural at any time!

Looking at the other murals in the martial hall, the portraits of those generals, as well as the soldiers behind the generals, all opened their eyes one after another, waved their swords and drew their swords, freeing up thousands of murderous aura!

"Your Majesty, those paintings, those paintings are all alive!"

On the altar in the square outside the martial hall, everyone was a little at a loss for a while, King Min looked at the panic of the courtiers and was about to be angry, but he raised his eyes and saw a man in a black robe, facing the pale golden light of Xihe in the morning sun in winter, slowly walking towards him, chanting a long poetic incantation while walking, around and behind the black-robed man, there were at least a thousand black souls floating in shape!

The courtiers who watched the ceremony around the altar were suddenly in a commotion and frightened:

"Ghost Cultivator!Where did this Wild Cultivator Ghost Cultivator come from?!"

"He, he! can make a soul manifest in the daylight!?"

When Mo Pingyi heard this, he smiled disdainfully and said softly: "He~~ Ghost cultivator? And compared to you, King Min, the deity is the right way!"

As he spoke, he flipped his hand and held the pen, poured ink and chanted a spell, swaying ink in the void, drawing black runes, and in the martial hall, the large array was already under his control. The thousands of souls that infiltrated the murals, each possessed and embodied, or a war beast, or a war general, or an ironclad cavalry, came out of the mural at the same time, like a black hurricane, howling, roaring, rushing out of the martial hall, with an overwhelming momentum of covering the sun and the sun, and rushed straight to King Min on the altar!

……

Mo Pingyi is half cultivating the immortal method, and half is the devil's way.

After he obtained the scroll that sealed the Demon Venerable Xianrui, he taught him the art of controlling the demon spirit, but he stared at the portrait of the demon in a daze all night long......

After several months, he extrapolated backwards from the scroll itself, and realized the art of painting and conjuring spirits, so that the wandering spirits between heaven and earth can attach themselves to the painting, and then use the form of a portrait to escape the real shadow.

He called this kind of soul that borrows form from the picture scroll and comes out of the real image and real image as the soul image.

……

Draw people and shapes, paint ghosts and souls, heaven and earth and all spirits, all at the end of the pen.

Mo Pingyi danced the ink-colored spell with a handsome and extraordinary attitude.

This is the first time he has controlled so many painted souls at the same time, and all the painted souls can share his mana, and their attack power is at least above the fifth grade, which is more than enough to deal with all the royal families and ministers in Fenglou Country Mortise and Tenon City!

In front of him and behind him, there were still thousands of souls who did not move, because there was no need for so many souls to move.

In an instant, on the altar, King Min's body had turned into dust in a blink of an eye, and there was not even a bone residue left.

Although King Min's body is dead, but the original god has not been extinguished, his original god rushed left and right in horror in the black mist heavy soul statue, trying to escape, rushing to the front of nearly a hundred soul statues immediately surrounded King Min's original god, up and down, left and right, and then, there were several soul statues with the heaviest resentment and stronger strength firmly grasped King Min's original spirit, and brought it to Mo Pingyi.

The white body is the soul after death, and the cultivator stays after the death.

……

In fact, with Mo Pingyi's cultivation, he could have sneaked into the palace of Fenglou Kingdom a few years ago and killed King Min like an assassin.

But that kind of revenge is not fast enough.

More precisely, there is no beauty.

Since he was born in a family of craftsmen and brushes, of course he must use the family's craftsmanship, use this painting, use the way of Fenglouguo, and use the most aesthetic means to avenge the family.

The huge mural of the Fenglou Guowu Hall will be the most proud work he has painted in his life. More effort than any landscape, flowers, birds, fish and stones that have been painted before, even better!

That's how happy it is.

It is enough to comfort the ordinary souls of the fathers in the clan!

……

The formation in the martial hall has been completely used by him, with the help of the energy of the large array, where the soul goes, the bodies of those royal families and courtiers are also separated from the primordial gods, and the bodies are turned into residues, and the primordial gods are all detained under the altar.

After thousands of soul statues swept over, the surrounding area of the altar and inside and outside the martial hall were quickly searched, and the tens of thousands of guards in the royal city began to scatter and flee, the leaders of the forbidden army, but all those who had cultivation, were all swept away by the soul statues, and the remaining white-body guards did not know who to obey, in the face of such a sky-high scene, they were already frightened, and they only ran for their lives with their heads in their hands......

……

Is it enough to take the life of King Min alone? No, what he wants is for all the royal families and courtiers in the entire royal city to pay off!

He wants to use this soul slaughter to shake the dynasty and the kingdoms!

He wants all the princes and kings in this world to dare not easily despise the life and dignity of any white people from now on!