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Darkness, which covers everything. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

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"Lanruo Temple?"

Xie Yan looked at the temple in front of him blankly, letting the rain wash over his body.

He couldn't remember how he got here, he didn't know why he was here, he only knew that when he opened his eyes, he was already standing here, and he couldn't remember anything about what had happened before, even who he was.

Rainy night, broken temple.

The sky was dark, the thunder flashed in an instant, and the crystal jade beads seemed to be frozen, as clear as pearls against the background of the thunder arc.

"Rain and temples again?"

Xie Yan paused for a moment, not understanding why he wanted to add another word, but this detail was quickly ignored by him.

Squeak!

Pushing open the wooden door, raising his feet and walking into the temple, raising his head, Xie Yan saw the dilapidated hall, the pitch-black incense ding, the tribute platform and the statue of the god sitting on the tribute platform.

It is an abandoned idol of the god.

If Xie Yan still had a memory, he would have found that this statue was almost exactly the same as the one he had seen before.

On the broken roof, the rain continued to seep down, and the strange thing was that no matter how the rain dripped down, it never fell near the altar. Xie Yan walked straight towards the idol as if he had been stunned, he couldn't control his body, the whole person was like a marionette, a little stiff.

Thunderclap!

Another thunderbolt swept through.

The picture was weirdly distorted.

When Xie Yan came back to his senses and looked over, he found that the head of the god in front of him had disappeared for some time.

Headless gods?

At this time, Xie Yan's body had already walked to the tribute platform in front of the statue, and on the tribute platform, in addition to the incense ding, there was a demon pen, an inkstone, and a bundled picture scroll. The stiff Xie Yan was walked over by an invisible force manipulator. Reaching out to remove the demon pen on the pen holder, the other hand spread out the scroll, at this time, the inkstone next to it began to grind the ink by itself, as if there was an invisible person standing next to him.

Ink, quickly grinded.

Xie Yan skillfully picked up the demon pen, dipped it twice on the inkstone, and drew it with the pen, this action was very skillful, as if he had practiced hundreds of millions of times, but the strange thing was that Xie Yan couldn't remember when he had learned to paint.

A stroke fell, and a strange scene emerged.

The tip of Xie Yan's nose gently drew an arc on the scroll, and then three Gu Immortal Seal ———— Qi Gathering Pills were written below.

Airplanes!!

A pale cyan pill flew out of the picture scroll and fell into Xie Yan's palm.

"It's ...... Elixir?! Nothing?!! ”

For a moment, Xie Yan was like being struck by lightning, and he clearly felt that the pill melted into his body, and an indescribable feeling rose to his heart. There were some cracks in his memory, and he had some hazy impressions, vaguely remembering somewhere, an old man had told him about such things.

'Qi Gathering Pill, which can condense the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, is the most scarce spiritual pill for qi refining cultivators. ’

This sentence flashed in Xie Yan's mind like words, but he quickly forgot about it.

Thunderclap!

At this moment, an arc of thunder flashed outside the window again.

The electric light flashed, and Xie Yan was stunned.

Ink in the inkstone...... It's bloody!

To be precise, it wasn't ink, it was blood!

An elixir drawn with blood as ink!

At the moment when Xie Yan's thinking was sluggish, his body raised the pen again, and the tip of the pen was dipped twice in the inkstone, and then quickly sketched on the blank scroll. Strange to say, since the elixir was generated, the scroll had turned into white paper again, and all the previous pen marks had disappeared.

This time, it took a total of half an hour.

Half an hour later, Xie Yan put down the demon pen, his eyes fell on the scroll, and he showed a satisfied expression. But it's a pity that Xie Yan himself doesn't know what he painted, without lightning, the temple is pitch black at all, and nothing can be seen.

Putting down the demon pen, Xie Yan actually smiled weirdly at the headless god statue, and at this moment, another thunderbolt swept by.

Thunderclap!

Like the wrath of the sky, at this moment, Xie Yan clearly saw the content on the scroll.

The blood-colored ink outlines a simple landscape painting, on the mountain cliff in the painting, a woman looks into the distance, because of the angle, only the woman's back can be seen, and the graceful back looks particularly strange under the blood-colored ink.

The bright light of lightning passed quickly, and at the moment when Xie Yan breathed a sigh of relief, a strange voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

"Woooooooooo

The woman's crying.

The voice became clearer and clearer, and finally appeared directly in Xie Yan's ears.

Who's crying?

In the midst of the ghost's mission, Xie Yan actually picked up the blood painting, flattened it in front, and hung part of its scroll on the statue, perhaps because of adapting to the darkness, this time Xie Yan actually saw the content of the painting clearly, to be precise, the woman in the painting.

Graceful, isolated from the top of the cliff, holding a paper umbrella in his left hand, his eyes swaying into the distance, as if waiting for something. Because of the artistic conception, Xie Yan clearly felt that the woman in the painting was definitely a beautiful woman in the world.

Rustle of falling leaves, snow and rain.

Outside the temple, the rain gradually subsided.

The strange feeling in Xie Yan's body also began to disappear, and he realized that he was beginning to take back control of his body, but his gaze was still pulled by that mysterious force, locked on the scroll.

I don't know how long it took, maybe for a moment, maybe longer.

The woman in the picture suddenly moved, her movements were very slight, but she did move. Xie Yan, who had been staring at the picture, seemed to have been poured a basin of cold water, and suddenly came back to his senses, he found that the headless statue in front of him did not know when it disappeared, not only that, but the broken temple was also gone, replaced by countless coffins, and the rows of black coffins were all opened at this time, and countless wails of unjust souls came out of the coffins, and the darkness began to devour everything.

"Look... See... You... up..."

The woman's faint voice sounded in Xie Yan's ears, and when he looked again, Xie Yan found that the woman in the painting had turned her head.

This woman is faceless!

How can there be no face!

The woman's face in the painting is blank.

Dangerous!

A feeling of extreme danger rose in Xie Yan's heart. Without waiting for him to think further, the floating demon pen suddenly emitted a dazzling light, as if a word had been written in the void, but what it was, Xie Yan didn't see it clearly, because the light was too strong.

"Om!"

Vaguely, Xie Yan seemed to hear a strange syllable, and then the whole person fainted......