"Yes, that's what the Great Sage said. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info" King Yama, whose face was as black as carbon, nodded and looked for his private collection over and over again.

Sun Monkey's character, King Yama understands too well, he must really come up with a superb ghost cultivation method, and this monkey will return satisfied, otherwise, he will have to make a big fuss in the underworld.

At a time when this underworld has no effect at all, King Yama has no confidence to speak, for fear of causing some trouble.

"Old man, don't you just get your original exercises!" The monkey threw away a grape in his hand and said impatiently.

King Yama smiled bitterly and hurriedly sped up the selection, "The Great Sage doesn't know, I wasn't a ghost cultivator at that time, but I was handpicked and sent down by the Jade Emperor after my ascension. ”

"Find it." The monkey waved his hand and put a grape in his mouth, the monkey smacked his mouth, it was very delicious, "Boy, my grandson has really done a lot of effort for you, and when you come back, you must accompany my grandson to eat a few more big peaches!" ”

……

In the residence one thousand meters underground, Wu Hao put his mobile phone back in his pocket, sensed the young man who was slowly drawing on it, exhaled lightly, closed his eyes and began to meditate to restrain his breath.

While constricting his aura, Wu Hao was still cultivating.

He continued to put the newly refined Polar Pill into his mouth, and as the spiritual energy was refined, he pulled the spiritual qi into the veins.

The tenth layer of Qi cultivation must be reached as soon as possible.

An hour......

Two hours......

When it was almost noon, Tong Shiyi, who was sitting cross-legged on the thatched roof, couldn't help it.

Because he found that every time the young painter painted, he would always enjoy admiring the scenery around him, and that such an appreciation was ten minutes and twenty minutes.

It took more than two hours for this young man to draw his first bamboo! The small bridge and thatched hut are also simply outlined.

"If it goes on like this, I'm afraid he won't be able to finish painting until tomorrow." Tong Eleven twitched.

He looked up at the sun and said decisively, "If you haven't finished painting at twelve o'clock at noon, please go back." ”

This time, Tong Eleven's tone was unquestionable, no matter what reason the young man said, Tong Eleven would drive the young man away.

Because according to his estimate, the terrifying strong man followed the traces little by little, and soon came to the vicinity of Chang City, and the young man had to leave.

"But I'm not done yet." Young people are embarrassed.

"It has nothing to do with me." Tong Shiyi's face was expressionless, and then he closed his eyes, not wanting to pay attention to the young man anymore. As soon as 12 o'clock in the middle of the day arrives, even if the young man does not leave, Tong 11 will knock the young man unconscious.

"Alas! Young people are impatient. The young man sighed and shook his head.

As he said this, the corners of Tong Shiyi's mouth, who was cultivating with his eyes closed, twitched...... It's like he's not a young man.

The young man looked at the beautiful scenery around him, lifted the brush, dipped it in ink, and then quickly sketched it on the white paper.

The small bridge and thatched hut are still outlined, and he is still drawing a bamboo, but one that is thicker than the others.

Moreover, he also wrote a lot of incomprehensible cursive writing on the bamboo in the painting, which was like a mess of ghost drawings.

Minutes and seconds passed.

When the sun rises in the middle of the sky, Tong Eleven opens his eyes, "It's ...... time"

Just as Tong Shiyi was halfway through his words, his face froze for a moment, and then his face changed greatly.

"It's coming!!" Tong Eleven exclaimed.

He sensed very clearly that on the northwest edge of Chang City, a black light was approaching in the sky.

Moreover, the black light was very fast, and after flying left and right around Changshi for a while, the black light stopped, and then slowly flew into the range of Changshi.

Although the speed of the black light was a little slow because of the need to constantly explore the breath, the direction of flight was indeed the direction of the Land Temple.

It is clear that the discovery of the Land Temple has been inevitable!

As Tong Shiyi exclaimed, Wu Hao, who was a thousand meters underground, also opened his eyes suddenly.

Although his divine sense could not spread throughout Chang City like Tong Shiyi, he could hear Tong Shiyi's exclamations.

"Are you here?" Wu Hao immediately raised the spirit of the twelve, suppressed the breath on his body with all his might, and his divine sense transmitted to Tong Eleven, "Eleven, let that painter leave." ”

Tong nodded a little, and suddenly got up, "It's time, you should go." ”

Seeing that the young man didn't hear it, Tong Eleven went straight forward, stretched out his hand and grabbed the young painter's shoulder, ready to stun the young man and sneak the young man out directly.

But soon, Tong Eleven's face changed.

He found that he couldn't lift the young man with his own strength, and Tong Eleven used the energy in his body, gathered it in his right hand and lifted it hard, and his face quickly sank.

Even if he exerts his cultivation, he can't pull this young man.

Tong Eleven is not a fool, if he doesn't understand it at this time, it will be in vain to be a land for so long.

The young painter is not an ordinary person, he is also a cultivator, and he is a cultivator who has become very strong.

"What are cultivators doing here!? What does he have to do with that black light! Tong Eleven didn't say a word, and pulled the young man without pulling.

He turned directly into the thatched hut, quickly sank to the ground, and in a blink of an eye, he came to the residence one thousand meters underground and had a round with Wu Hao.

"That young painter is also a cultivator!" Tong Eleven said with a solemn face.

When Wu Hao heard this, his heart sank.

A cultivator who can make him and Tong Eleven unaware of it, how strong should that cultivation be!?

Just when Tong Shiyi and Wu Hao's faces were heavy, the speed of Changshi's black light suddenly accelerated, and they instantly came to the sky above the Land Temple.

The huge divine consciousness fell with a bang, enveloping the thatched hut behind the Land Temple. The same goes for young people who paint.

"There's some smell here." The black light stopped, revealing a figure covered in black gas, and the terrifying aura dispersed unreservedly.

Tong Shiyi and Wu Hao sensed the ground, their faces changed, and they really stopped here! They could only hope that the black-light figure hadn't noticed them underground.

The black shadow paused, obviously not yet aware of the aura of Wu Hao and the others underground, and he slowly landed in the thatched hut where Wu Hao and Li Bingxuan had appeared before.

"It's here." The dark shadow muttered, "But why is there no breath anymore?" ”

Under the black shadow's every move, he directly ignored the young painter on the thatched house, as if he didn't take that person in his eyes at all.

Under the divine sense of Wu Hao and Tong Shiyi, on the roof of the thatched house, the young painter dipped his brush in ink and lightly painted twice on the drawing board.

His face was calm, and he chuckled and muttered......

"Oh? So you're so careful about guarding against this damn guy, are you? ”

"So the old man will understand, you are really unavoidable." (To be continued.) )