The soul of the old man in the dragon robe looked at him again, and then silently stepped aside, no longer speaking, but the vigilance in his eyes did not relax for half a minute.

Obviously, as long as Zhao Ting makes the slightest move, he will make a move and strike with a thunderous blow.

Zhao Ting was also afraid that the old man in the dragon robe would take advantage of the situation to sneak attack him, so he was also a little vigilant, standing sideways, unwilling to expose his back in front of the old man in the dragon robe.

The two of them had their own thoughts, but Zhao Ting also knew that Xiao Che's situation at this time was very critical and could not be delayed.

As soon as his mind moved, the "Demon Domain" instantly covered his body.

This is to warn the old man in the dragon robe, so that he will not act rashly.

Then Zhao Ting no longer paid attention to the old man in the dragon robe, and there was a dazzling divine light in his eyes, like the scorching sun, and the old man in the dragon robe who was a little closer to the stabbing was a little unable to open his eyes.

At this moment, a small part of Zhao Ting's consciousness had been domineeringly squeezed into the sea of consciousness of the "painting spirit", and he could not resist his own will. Of course, most of his consciousness still stayed in his own body, focusing on two purposes, guarding against the old man in the dragon robe.

......

The world in the painting, in the sea of Tianshu consciousness of "painting spirit".

Xiao Che was sitting cross-legged next to a peach tree in full bloom, his eyes closed and his face solemn.

"Hold on to your mind in my world," the white-clothed "painting spirit" grinned, "I think you can keep it for as long as you can keep?"

He waved his hand lightly, and a dark purple thunderbolt as thick as a bucket fell from the sky and slashed at Xiao Che fiercely.

In this world in the painting, the white-clothed "painting spirit" represents the will of the world, and the gestures are wrapped in the power of the sky, the momentum is huge, and the divine power is like the sea.

However, when this purple divine thunder was about to descend on Xiao Che's head, it suddenly disappeared, as if it was swayed by a dark will, and all kinds of spells could not be added to Xiao Che.

"Don't you give up yet?"

With the change in the mood of the white-clothed "painting spirit", under the position where Xiao Che was sitting, the earth trembled terribly, splitting into two halves, and between the black gaps was the bottomless depths of the earth's core.

Xiao Che was still unaffected, and the whole person even flew up in the air and sat cross-legged in the air.

This is not that Xiao Che, a mortal, has learned some flying spell, but that his will is embodied in this world of painting that is already nothing.

In this painted world, Xiao Che can do all kinds of things that he can't do as a mortal by relying on his own will.

The white-clothed "painting spirit" wants to rely on the will of the world in the painting to wear out his will, and he is also using his will to fight against the entire world in the painting.

In the final analysis, it is a contest between the will of the individual and the will of the world.

And Xiao Che is currently at a disadvantage and is guarding against it.

"Huh?" the white-clothed "Painting Spirit" suddenly raised his head and looked out of the sky, "Another one came in?"

As soon as the words fell, a small part of Zhao Ting, who had manifested his consciousness, appeared in this world in the painting.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw that the white-clothed "painting spirit" was looking at him.

This made Zhao Ting a little puzzled, and said secretly: "I am not controlled by 'oblivion', and I can still stay awake?"

He looked left and right a few times, and suddenly suddenly realized: "Oh, it turned out to be a small world." ”

"...... are you?" the white-clothed "Painting Spirit" looked at him vigilantly.

For this "ominous" who can invade the world in his painting without his consent, the white-clothed "painting spirit" would like to ask, how did you get in?

Don't know how to knock on the door first?

Zhao Ting smiled slightly, stretched out his hand to shake hands with the white-clothed "Painting Spirit", and said gently: "Brother Tai, don't be afraid, I am also the "unknown" imprisoned by the Xiao family in this secret realm. I'm sure you can see that my body is a yellow skin. ”

"Oh," the white-clothed "Painting Spirit" did not let down his vigilance because of Zhao Ting's few similar words, and still asked suspiciously: "Huangpizi, I've been here for more than a hundred years, why haven't I seen you?"

Zhao Ting explained: "I have been locked up in the Rest Prison all the time, and Brother Tai is in the Meteorite Prison, so naturally I have no chance to see each other. Thanks to my brother's trapping of Xiao Che, it took me years of planning to make a success and escape from the dungeon. ”

"Is there such a prison in the secret realm?" The look in the eyes of the white-clothed "Painting Spirit" gradually became dangerous, and it was clear that he did not believe what Zhao Ting said.

Just as he was talking to Zhao Ting, Xiao Che, who had been fighting against the will of the world on the side, also lost the guidance of the white-clothed "painting spirit" because the will of the world had lost the guidance of the white-clothed "painting spirit", and the pressure plummeted.

So he was distracted and noticed Zhao Ting. A strange look flashed in his eyes, and then he listened silently to the conversation between the two.

At this time, he saw that Zhao Ting seemed to want to win the trust of this white-clothed "painting spirit", so he took the opportunity to speak out, planning to help Zhao Ting and see what Zhao Ting wanted to do.

"Huang Mei, how did you escape from the dungeon? What about my grandfather, what did you do to him?"

Xiao Che's tone was shocked and angry, obviously shocked to the extreme, pointing at Zhao Ting, his face was pale, and he looked incredulous.

Zhao Ting glanced at Xiao Che, smiled knowingly, and said, "Hehe, Xiao Che, I am a little bit of a little trick, what can I do with your grandfather?" However, although I can't kill him, it's not a problem to help this 'painting spirit' brother kill you." ”

"Otherwise, you persuade your grandfather to let me and the 'painting spirit' brother go and let us out, we will naturally not touch you again, the two families are happy, do you think it's okay?"

As he spoke, he turned his head to look at the white-clothed "Painting Spirit", and asked with a smile, "What do you think, Brother 'Painting Spirit'?"

The white-clothed "painting spirit" glanced at him, nodded, and did not speak.

Seeing that he acquiesced, Zhao Ting smiled and was about to say more.

But he heard Xiao Che say angrily: "Let you go? It is absolutely impossible! He slaughtered a city of our human race, nearly a thousand people. And your yellow eyebrows are even more heinous, slaughtering a county of our human race. Even if I am trapped and die here, I will not let you out and kill the people of my Wu Dynasty. ”

Hearing Xiao Che say that Zhao Ting had slaughtered a county of the Terran race, the white-clothed "Painting Spirit" looked at Zhao Ting with a sudden change of eyes, and brought three points of respect.

You must know that this kind of wanton massacre of the human race is an extremely taboo thing, especially the taboo of the high-level rulers of the "unknown" clan.

For the Terrans, the bigwigs of the "Unknown" clan have always adhered to an attitude, how much to eat, how much to kill. If you can't finish eating and just like to kill, then you are ripping someone else's job. If you lift your job, don't blame yourself for dying ugly.

And this "Huangmei" brother, after slaughtering a county, is still alive and not hunted down by the Spirit Clan and the "Unknown" clan, but is only suppressed here, what does this mean? This can only show that he is either extremely strong, or there are people above him.

It's a wolf.

In this short moment, the white-clothed "painting spirit" has already made up many stories in his mind.

He even waved his hand at Zhao Ting and said, "It turned out to be Brother Huangmei in person, disrespectful and disrespectful." ”

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