"Which is so easy, painting ghosts, you need to be warm, a person is to raise a painting ghost for a lifetime, you don't look at those who use witchcraft beckoning is a large number of painted ghosts, that's all fake, the real painting ghosts are spiritual, the ghosts we use as witches are essentially different from those third-rate means that use witchcraft as a medium...... Descend the dragon, kill the pit, haha, old man Zhou, you can be regarded as a big loss today! Old man Cai didn't continue after saying something, Xie Yan didn't ask again out of caution, but concentrated on playing three-line chess. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The morning passed quickly, Xie Yan returned to his residence, ate a meal of black paste made by the little girl, then went back to the house and lay down, and sent the little girl out under the pretext of taking a nap.

"It seems that Old Man Cai's behavior every night is to cultivate and paint ghosts, so I said why he doesn't paint other painted ghosts, it turns out that there is still this restriction, and the medium he said...... The means used by those barbarians were all mediums, the medium of summoning and painting ghosts. ”

Thinking of this, Xie Yan had a general understanding of wizards and barbarians.

The power used by the barbarians is a means of temporary summoning, this kind of summoning is the same as borrowing, temporary power, it is estimated that the price to pay is not small, and it is possible that the summoning fails, and the painting ghosts of the wizards belong to themselves, it is the power of the soul, which can be used at any time, and it does not require any price.

"If it's a loan, then Wuwen is in a tight situation."

Xie Yan took out the mirror again, bit his index finger again, and drew on the mirror.

This time, Xie Yan didn't write the words he remembered, but used the Ancestral Witch's Fist to operate the mana in his body. Two words were written with mana.

Ghost!

This is not the witch text in Xie Yan's memory. Because neither Tiemuzhou nor Adalin had ever written such words.

Whew!!

Suddenly. The house was overcast and windy.

A hazy shadow appeared in the room, this shadow appeared very briefly, not even a breath, but Xie Yan caught it.

Humanoid ghosts?

Xie Yan narrowed his eyes, confirming his guess.

This kind of summoning was only a temporary loan, and Xie Yan had also observed the changes in his body just now, and the moment the humanoid painting ghost appeared, his longevity was obviously a little less. In other words, this kind of power to temporarily summon and draw ghosts needs to be at the expense of one's own longevity.

The wizard's painting ghost can increase the wizard's lifespan, while the barbarian's painting ghost needs to extract their lifespan, which of the two is higher and which is lower, you can see at a glance.

"It's definitely not okay to become a sorcerer, but this barbarian's cultivation method can be used as a reference."

What kind of cultivation is Xie Yan? The Endless Ancestor of the Male Domination Yuan Sea has seen the power of the three ghosts and spirits and received their guidance. In terms of vision, it is not comparable to the wizards of this world at all, so after some pondering. He quickly thought of another idea, a power between a wizard and a barbarian.

The way to cultivate and summon the painting ghost is all the same, but the power of cultivating the painting ghost is turned into mana.

Xie Yan doesn't have much mana left in his body now, and he probably still has the appearance of the middle stage of foundation building, and the spirit stones and pills in the storage bag are almost consumed, but Xie Yan has an advantage that everyone else has, that is, the outer way.

He can integrate the power of the outer path into painting ghosts.

In this case, the power of the top ten outer ways is displayed, and Pu Chong also has the outer way, but the release of the outer way of the Stygian Flower Dao requires mana or true yuan, and it can even be said to be dependent, when there is no mana or true element, the Stygian Flower Dao is just an ornament, and there is no lethality. Xie Yan's Poison Master Dao is the same, relying on mana, but not all, because in addition to being an outer Dao, it also has a characteristic, that is, poison!

As long as there is enough poison, the power of the Poison Master Dao can be restored, even if there is no vitality.

Therefore, Xie Yan needs a lot of poison, and the more poisonous, the better.

After understanding the direction, Xie Yan didn't waste time, taking advantage of the time when everyone was asleep after nightfall, he successfully sneaked into the pharmacy in the town, swept away all the poison in it, and waited until the next day when the old doctor found out and was frightened, because this incident also made the town under martial law for a period of time, and even sent someone to check before eating and drinking water every day to prevent being poisoned.

It went on like this for three months, and people gradually forgot about it.

In the past three months, Xie Yan has successfully summoned a painted ghost, not so much a painted ghost, but a cloud of fog, a hazy fog, and it is impossible to determine what 'it' looks like.

"Barely usable."

Xie Yan put away the mirror, dispersed the fog and painted ghosts, and sighed.

The warmth of painting ghosts is even more difficult than he imagined, and it is no wonder that Goatee has lived a lot of age and is only a wizard painter in the realm of painting skin, but now he has no other way, although his method of cultivating and painting ghosts is different from that of Goatee, and the use of foreign poison is highly poisonous, but the poison he found in the pharmacy before is too low-level, many of them are mortal level, and it is already good to be able to warm up the painting ghost to the current realm.

"It's still too slow, maybe ......"

Just as Xie Yan was about to go out to find other stronger poisons, a burst of light suddenly flashed in his storage bag, which was so faint that only Xie Yan could detect it.

"Is this the thing?"

Xie Yan's heart moved, and he took out the glowing things in the storage bag.

This glowing thing is the yellow mud that the green-skinned turtle found from the treasure chest, and it is suspected that the yellow mud that stores the Sansheng Stone, the origin of this thing is terrifying, and it is likely to have existed in the mythological era.

As soon as the yellow mud was taken out, it suddenly emitted blue, white and purple.

The three colors are like a color ring, surrounding the yellow mud, and not only that, but as these three colors rotate, an illusory stone appears on the yellow mud.

"Time and space photo?!"

Xie Yan's pupils shrank, and he suddenly remembered the pictures he had seen when he was in the Inheritance Tower in the past.

This world is too big, there are always some magical people or things, their existence can not even be erased by heaven and earth, can only be remembered, this kind of thing is remembered by heaven and earth, called the memory of heaven, in Xie Yan's impression, there are only nine people who can take pictures in the memory of heaven, nine people in the mythological era, but since the fault of time and space, the figure of these nine people has also disappeared, and only a few people remain.

And this three-life stone can also be remembered by this power, you can imagine how terrifying this thing is, no wonder the green-skinned turtle said that he left yellow mud, maybe one day in the future will steal a trace of the power of the three-life stone.

The glass-colored stone spun and flew out, although it was just a phantus, but it was not much different from the real one, looking at this stone, Xie Yan suddenly remembered what the green-skinned turtle had said before, Sansheng Stone can see Sansheng, you can see the past, you can know the future, thinking of this, Xie Yan quickly walked over and pointed at the stone.

His finger used mana, and there was no saving at all.

As soon as the mana poured in, it was instantly absorbed by this illusory stone, and soon, the light flowed and turned into a round of colors, which surrounded the stone and gradually evolved into a picture.

The speed of the picture flickering was extremely fast, as if it was a glimpse of light, and a long part of it was shrouded in mist, but just like that, Xie Yan still captured a few pictures.

The first one is three years later, and three years later, the entire town of Smoke Cloud was destroyed.

A strong man in black, with a ghost like a mountain god, only used one kick, and trampled the town of Yanyun into ashes, the guardian of the town, Goatee, in front of this terrifying wizard, did not even have the strength to resist, and even the man in black did not know, there was such a person below, because the man in black did not go to kill the town, but in the process of fighting with another person, he inadvertently destroyed this place, just like a person in the process of walking, trampling to death an ant.

Will one pay attention to the ants that he inadvertently steps on?

The broken picture, the abandoned Yanyun Town, Xie Yan saw the hut where he lived, and saw the old man Liao who was still rising, these people were all trampled to death along with him, but it was ridiculous that Xie Yan, the ancestor of Jiedan who was calling for wind and rain in the outside world, was trampled to death in this place.

"Grandpa......"

The last scene of the picture is frozen on the little girl's body.

Three years later, the little girl is already ten years old, but in Xie Yan's eyes, she is still the child who has not grown up, she is alone in the ruins, picking up broken bricks and tiles, looking for Xie Yan's corpse, and a few wild dogs next to her are looking for food......

Seeing this, Xie Yan closed his eyes violently, and there were several pictures behind him, which Xie Yan also wrote down, probably because the time was too long, and the pictures were a little blurry.

The illusory stone cracked violently after releasing the images.

Although it is only illusory, but the rift that appears in real life is simply a means of making something out of nothing, no wonder the greenskin turtle has always said that this is a treasure.

"Three years?"

When he opened his eyes again, Xie Yan's face showed a hint of coldness.

He is an Endless Ancestor, a catastrophe and scattered immortals! How can you die here? I thought that I could live in seclusion here and cultivate in peace, but now it seems that this idea obviously cannot be realized. Since normal methods cannot guarantee their own existence, then go to extremes.

After deciding to make a decision, Xie Yan gradually gave birth to a plan in his mind.

Staying here, the strongest person I met was Goatee, and I definitely couldn't learn the power of a powerful wizard painter from him, recalling the painting ghost that was almost like a mountain god projected from the Sansheng Stone of Fang Cai, Xie Yancai truly realized the power of this world, and the painting ghost at that level was not weaker than his law at all.

Paint ghosts, like the god of war! (To be continued.) )