【Ink Fantasy】

When Mo Feiming woke up, he found himself in a strange space, he stroked his forehead, thinking that he was injured before, and said to himself: "Didn't I get hurt by 'that person' before?" He reached out and touched his shoulder, which was the place where the stab had been stabbed, and he had healed, and he looked through his clothes, and found that there was no scar at all.

"What's going on?" He looked around, and found that the scene around him was actually ink painting, the mountains and rivers in the distance were everything, but they were all sketched by a few brushstrokes of pen and ink, this feeling was very strange, and closely, he looked down at his feet, it was a grass, it was also painted in ink, but it was much finer than those in the distance, and he stepped on it and there was a sense of implementation.

"Where is this?" Mo Feiming gently plucked a blade of grass and put it in his hand, feeling that it felt like a real blade of grass, he pinched it twice with his hand, but soon found something even stranger, the hand he touched the blade of grass was actually stained with ink, as if he reached out and touched the ink.

He put the blade of grass in the palm of his hand, examined it carefully, and soon the blade of grass began to melt, gradually melting from solid into a puddle of ink, reflecting the light from above, he could see clearly, and there was a faint light on it.

He hurriedly poured out the ink from his hand, shook it again, and then stopped paying attention to the hand full of ink, he looked up at the sky, and there was light, which might be the place to exit.

But when he looked up, he was stunned, his mouth opened wide, even though he was practicing in Qingyun Sect and was an apprentice under the head of the house, he swore that he had never seen such a strange scene in his life.

There seemed to be a bright moon hanging in the sky, and the reason why he was not sure was because even the bright moon was outlined in ink, which should be ink-colored, but it exuded a faint light in it.

Accompanied by a bright moon, the stars in the sky are so beautiful, Mo Feiming took a closer look and found that even these stars in the sky were only dotted with an ink pen, like ink on a piece of white paper, dotted and distinct, exuding a faint light.

In this world, there are only three colors, black, white, and the color between black and white, gray.

Mo Feiming is on a grassland at the moment, it is vast and almost borderless, at least Mo Feiming is invisible at a glance now.

"No, we have to find a way to get out quickly!" Mo Feiming thought, now that he is trapped here, he doesn't know what the situation is outside, he still has a lot of things to do, he just has some eyebrows about the disappearance of the woman, and he still needs to report it to his master, he still doesn't know how Chu Haoge's swordsmanship has learned, and more importantly, he still has a task after that.

It would be terrible if this went to the underworld, thinking that he was so anxious in his heart, he pinched several tricks in his hand in a row, preparing to use the sword technique to inspect it first, and then see if he could get out of here.

He is not stupid, he has long seen that this is an illusion transformed by illusion, probably Zuo Qingming's means, but he didn't understand that Zuo Qingming was too strong with him, and he was fully capable of killing him, but why didn't he do it, but instead trapped him in this environment so much?

He was really dumbfounded when he wanted to use his True Qi, here, he couldn't even feel any True Qi in his body, let alone what kind of sword technique he was going to use.

He tried several more times, and then he realized that in this illusion, he was no different from an ordinary person, and unless he could break this illusion, he could not use any spells.

"That's how it should be." Mo Feiming was completely panicked this time, he never thought that he would be trapped in such an illusion, let alone that Zuo Qingming would learn such a terrifying method after leaving the Qingyun Sect.

If he didn't want to get out, he would probably be trapped for a lifetime, and he didn't doubt the ability of this illusion, which seemed to contain the law, and was more like the means of the immortal family.

"Could he be the same as the master? Achieved the 'Immortal Family Realm'? Mo Feiming thought about it, and quickly shook his head, he had seen Shizun's methods, which were much stronger than this, it seemed that Zuo Qingming should not have reached the realm of the Immortal Family, but had just touched the threshold.

But Rao is enough to trap him, although his cultivation can be said to be the best among the Qingyun disciples, but if it is compared to the realm of the Immortal Family, it is still too far away.

He said secretly: "You can't sit here and wait for death. So he ran in one direction, and the bright moon in the sky gradually descended like the world in the outside world.

Mo Fei knows that no matter how big the illusion is, no matter how strong the formation is, it also has an array eye, and the same is true in this illusion, if you can find the array eye in the illusion array, which is its weakest point, then this illusion can be broken at your fingertips.

At this moment, he suddenly heard an angry roar, which was made by humans, but at the end it was a little hysterical, and it sounded like it was shouted with all his strength.

Mo Feiming looked over there, he didn't know if he didn't see it, he was really shocked when he saw it, there was a pair of centaurs in the distance...... It looks like a group of soldiers.

Among this group of people, the leader rode a horse, and the whole person was wrapped in ink-colored armor, and only his eyes were exposed, but he could see that both this armor and the whole person were painted in ink, and now, they were the same as real people, and their dynamics, demeanor, and even the way he used their strength were exactly the same as real people.

Mo Feiming saw that this person should be a general, holding a spear in his hand, but there was a semi-arc knife edge behind the tip of the spear.

Behind the generals, there was a large group of cavalrymen, each in battle armor and armed with long-handled weapons, roaring and screaming, as if he were about to use his own voice to level this land.

The cavalry was followed by the infantry, and there were so many soldiers that there was no end to the line, and the whole team rushed towards Mo Feiming like a hungry tiger pounced on food.

Mo Feiming didn't figure it out, what are these people going to do? Are you here for yourself? When he looked back, he denied his thoughts, this pair of soldiers and horses were definitely not coming at him, because on his other side, there was also a large group of soldiers and horses, and the momentum of this team of soldiers and horses was no less than the previous team of soldiers and horses.

Mo Feiming looked at this side, and then looked at the other side, the speed of these two teams of soldiers and horses rushing was simply too fast, Mo Feiming didn't react, and the generals of the two sides had already rushed to the front, and they were already fighting together.

In the collision of swords, Mo Feiming was completely ignored, or the soldiers could not see him.

Only then did Mo Feiming know that he had rushed to the battlefield by mistake, and at this moment, the noisy shouts rushed into Mo Feiming's ears, which was the shouting of soldiers on both sides.

Mo Feiming didn't dare to stop, he moved, he relied not only on spells, even without spells, he could be called a master of martial arts, at least much stronger than ordinary martial arts practitioners.

The sword in Mo Feiming's hand was horizontal in front of him, and he was about to be caught by these two teams of soldiers and horses, so he could be said to be suffering from the enemy on his back, and the situation was very dangerous.

But he couldn't help it, now he couldn't get out for a while, Mo Feiming looked up and saw two generals on horseback, if he could snatch a war horse, then it shouldn't be a problem to rush out.

Do what you want, Mo Feiming suddenly rushed forward with a horizontal sword and went straight to one of the generals, he knew that the person who painted the ink was not a real person, but he still secretly said in his heart: "Offended." ”

The long sword stabbed the general in the throat, but the general was unprepared, as if he didn't take Mo Feiming in his eyes at all.

The next moment, Mo Feiming's sword came into contact with the general's throat, but Mo Feiming didn't feel any stabbing, his body was light, and the sword and his whole person actually passed through the general's body.

At this moment, the general and the war horse painted in ink suddenly burst and turned into a rain of ink, splashing ink everywhere.

Mo Feiming was stunned, and soon something even more surprising happened to him, the ink that splashed on the ground actually flew back upside down, converging on the location of the previous general, and in a few breaths, he returned to the previous general on a war horse.

The general didn't seem to know what had just happened, and fought with another general again with his long-handled blade, and only a small amount of ink splashed between the two swordsmen.

"What's going on?" Mo Feiming looked at the ink painting soldiers who were already fighting together around him in surprise, as if they couldn't see him, and none of them attacked him.

But with the collision of the two sides, there were many more soldiers around Mo Feiming who were fighting together, and suddenly, Mo Feiming felt the danger and hurriedly crossed his sword to block it.

In the process of fighting, the two soldiers holding halberds affected Mo Feiming, but Mo Feiming was on guard early in the morning, and the sword was already in front of him.

I thought there should be a force coming, but when the halberd collided with the sword, the halberd painted by the ink suddenly exploded, just like when he hit the general before, and the ink splashed away, and soon condensed together.

Then, the strength of the halberd did not decrease, and it slashed at the soldier on the other side, and the soldier had no time to react, and his whole head was cut off by this blow, and the head of the ink painting was thrown into the air, and the ink gushed out until it fell to the ground, and was trampled under the feet of other soldiers who fought hard, like a watermelon falling to the ground, and shattered.

Mo Feiming knew this time that the soldiers of these ink paintings could not hurt him at all, and similarly, he could not hurt the soldiers of these ink paintings, this feeling was simply amazing, he seemed to experience a war in person, watching them fight as a bystander, their "life and death".

Mo Feiming couldn't see these scenes of murder, he felt that life was precious, he had never killed anyone indiscriminately, and he would not allow others to kill people indiscriminately, but here, those soldiers who fought together died one by one, although he knew that these people were all painted in ink, not real, but the sound, the picture was too real.

What was even more real was the splash of ink, instead of blood, splashed on his face, with some viscosity, exactly like the touch of blood, which made his heart tremble again and again.

Later, when he wanted to get out of here quickly, he rushed to the other side, trying to escape the battlefield of this ink painting.

He ran wildly, ignoring the ink-painted soldiers in front of him, because they couldn't touch him at all, so he rushed all the way through, and the soldiers were scattered one by one, and one by one they gathered in place, condensing into their previous appearance.

As he sped up, the sun soon rose in the sky, and the light became much brighter, and then the sun flew to the other side at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Those ink-painted soldiers also began to fight quickly, Mo Feiming was stunned, he looked around in surprise, and at this moment, the whole world became faster, the soldiers died at a faster speed, blood splashed out at a faster speed, and even the soldiers he touched were scattered and reorganized at a speed countless times faster than before.

In the end, Mo Feiming didn't know what kind of mentality he had watched this war, and the one who won was the one he saw first, but the soldiers on this side were also reduced from the previous one to the point that even Mo Feiming could count them.

The ink flowed on the ground, making Mo Feiming's feet a little sticky when he stepped on it, but in Mo Feiming's eyes, this was not ink at all, this was bright red blood, those corpses of ink paintings that fell to the ground, complete or incomplete, their faces were twisted.

Then the victors of this side began to shout, and as if overjoyed, they stepped on the corpses of their enemies and companions and left, leaving only Mo Feiming.

He didn't even dare to move his feet in the sea of corpses painted in ink, for fear of accidentally stepping on the head of a deceased person, or a broken arm.

After a long time, Mo Feiming still raised his feet and strode away, he couldn't stop here, but when he left, he didn't dare to look down at all, he was afraid that after this glance, he would stop again.

Mo Feiming quickened his pace, and soon left the place where he was a little uncomfortable to be buried, and he ran in one direction, which was much better than his aimless search.

He didn't know how long he walked, but he saw that the sun in the sky soon went down, and another bright moon rose up, and then set again, and he didn't know how far he had gone.

What he saw in his eyes was an ancient city, and as before, this ancient city was also painted in ink, and Mo Feiming came to the city gate, and looked at the tall city wall, and he looked up.

There are a few big characters written on this city, Mo Feiming looked carefully at the big characters written on the city wall, this should be the name of this city, but Mo Feiming can't understand it, this should be the text of previous dynasties, Mo Feiming has only seen it on ancient scrolls before, and there is not much research.

Shaking his head, he couldn't read the words, so he prepared to go into the city to see if there would be anyone who could see him and give him guidance.