"Brother Xie, this is the magic weapon of those natives?" It wasn't until they left that Huang Lingling came out from behind the dunes. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Because they wanted to save mana consumption, they didn't even use their divine sense much, so they didn't find out about Huang Lingling's existence, of course, if Huang Lingling showed a little killing intent or other aura, she would definitely be discovered, but it was only because she didn't pose a threat to them that she would be ignored.

"It's not a magic weapon, this thing is very weird, it looks like an ordinary mirror."

Xie Yan shook his head, handed the mirror to Huang Lingling, and then said.

"Let's go, get out of here first, the movement of the previous fight is too big, and it is estimated that someone else will come over soon."

Huang Lingling nodded, followed Xie Yan, and walked in the opposite direction of the Dark Blood One. Since the human population was found, it must prove that there were people nearby, so Xie Yan and Huang Lingling did not stay away, and after sparing a circle, they walked in the direction where the two of them appeared at the beginning.

Not long after they left, a group of barbarians dressed in animal skins chased after them, leading a ferocious beast that resembled a wild dog.

The wild dog sniffed the ground and tossed it at the place where the bodies were buried, and it was not long before the two bodies buried below were thrown out.

"Big brother!"

The leading barbarian hugged the corpse of the iron wooden boat, his eyes splitting.

"Who! Who the hell dared to kill my eldest brother! ”

It took a while for the barbarian to come back to his senses, put the body of Tie Muzhou on the ground, stood up and said in a cold voice. Maybe he didn't even expect that he didn't destroy the corpse in order to save mana. Just corpses buried in place. It can cause such a big problem.

"Look at the wound. It's not like it's caused by painting ghosts. ”

One of the oldest men crouched down, looked through the wounds, and came to a conclusion.

"Not a ghost? With my eldest brother's strength, if he didn't have the power to draw ghosts, he wouldn't have been able to kill him at all. The leading barbarian did not accept this conclusion, in his opinion, the person who could kill his eldest brother must be a strong man, a strong man who can summon a ghost.

The old man walked over and looked at another headless corpse. He only spoke after seeing the imprint pattern on the headless corpse.

"This is Adalin of the Ministry of Recruitment, his sister is the wife of Lord Tiemuzhou, and was dragged away by the Sand Desolate Beast three years ago, because of this incident, Lord Tiemuzhou has always felt guilty, and feels that he is sorry for Adalin's sister, but that Adalin thinks this is the fault of Lord Tiemuzhou, and regards Lord Tiemuzhou as the object of revenge."

"This Adalin is a waste, it is absolutely impossible for him to kill my eldest brother." Obviously, the barbarian leader has also heard about this. But he didn't take it to heart, as evidenced by the fact that he had ignored Adalin's corpse before.

"But if not he, who is he? There shouldn't be anyone nearby who has the strength to kill the big boss. Someone asked.

"Let's draw ghosts."

The barbarian leader gave the order to the old man.

"That's fine."

The old man reached out and took out a bamboo pen from his back waist. If Xie Yan and Stygian Blood were still here, they would find that the 'magic weapon' in their impression was not only a mirror, but the two people they met happened to use that type of medium, so they were misunderstood.

The old man's bamboo pen is very strange, and the tip of the pen is not a brush, but a black thorn.

When the thorn touched the ground, it spread rapidly, transforming into an ink painting the size of a three- or four-year-old child.

"As a real wizard, you don't need runes as a medium at all, you can directly draw ghosts." When a barbarian next to the barbarian leader saw this scene, he couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

Although I have seen it many times, I am amazed every time I see him.

The sorcerer is the true power of this world.

The little boy in the ink painting had his eyes twitch twice, and after struggling with his hands and feet for a while, he actually walked out of the painting little by little. This little boy is pale, his cheeks are red, and his eyes are black, like a paper figure used in folk sacrifices, not only that, but after the little boy appeared, the temperature of the surrounding air has also decreased a lot, and the dead cold and cold penetrate into the body along the pores, making people can't help but shiver.

This is a real ghost, a real ghost drawn!

"Painter!"

The little boy shook his head, looked stiffly left and right, and then saluted respectfully to the old man with the brush.

"Help me track down their deaths."

The old man nodded slightly, and gave an order to the ghost boy.

"Yes."

The little boy walked to the place where the iron wooden boat was buried and lay down, his pupils turning white the moment he lay down.

Airplanes!

An eerie force swept away from the ground, and then the image flashed through the ghost's pupils like a stream of water. Scene by scene, from the beginning of the battle between Tie Muzhou and Adalin, to the sneak attack of Tie Muzhou in the back, trampling Adalin to death, when he saw this, the green tendons on the forehead of the barbarian leader burst out, and he forcibly endured the killing intent and continued to watch.

"Go on, I'm going to see if he has any accomplices!"

After Stygian Blood killed these two people, he picked up the mirror, and then Xie Yan appeared and snatched a side from the two of them, and the picture was gone here, and the painting ghost on the ground shook twice, stood up, and turned into that lifeless appearance again.

"Alright, let's go back."

The old man took out the brush and lightly touched the eyebrows of the ghost boy.

The body of the painting ghost is like a curtain of water, rippling in a circle, and then fading away little by little.

"It should be these three people, it seems that they should be outsiders, their strength is very short-lived, and it should be exhausted after a while."

After collecting the ghost, the old man raised the bamboo pen again and drew the portraits of the three people on the ground, and the pen was painted, and the appearance of Xie Yan and the three of them was clearly generated, and it was extremely accurate, even the small mole in the center of the eyebrows and the lines at the corners of the mouth were drawn.

"It's a pity that old decay is only the realm of painting skin, if you reach the realm of painting bones, you will definitely be able to draw the souls of these three people."

The sorcerer is the power of this world's traditions.

They are based on painting and are divided into three realms, which are the painting skin, the painting of bones and even the final incarnation of the soul. In the barbarian tribe, there is usually a wizard painter in the realm of painting skin, they are so powerful that they can deploy animatronic ghosts to fight for themselves, and the means are very weird. This old man's name is Cao Jiu, a witch painter of the witch painting tribe, and his painting ghost is the previous ghost painting boy, who is best at tracking, assassinating and poisoning.

"The great wizard of the Bone Painting Realm is too rare, and only the City Lord of the Northern Wilderness has this kind of strength in our entire Northern Wilderness."

The barbarian leader stopped talking about this topic, and pulled the mounted mount with one hand, and said to his subordinates behind him.

"Catch these three outsiders, I want to live!" (To be continued.) )