Huang Jin's change attracted Ma Xie's attention, he walked over and patted Huang Jin, and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

The painful Huang Jin shrank into a ball on the ground, his mouth kept drooling, his skin tightened, and his eyes suddenly became vicious.

"Damn!" Huang Jin cursed a swear word: "You have ruined Lao Tzu's good deeds, and you are still chasing after you like this! Lao Tzu is going to kill you!"

As if he had suddenly changed into a different person, Huang Jin pounced towards Ma Xie like a mad dog.

Ma Xie saw Huang Jin's abnormality, so he didn't kill him, but kept stepping back and dodging, hoping to find an opportunity to knock Huang Jin unconscious, and then ask what happened.

But Huang Jin was like a fierce beast, constantly attacking the vital points of the horse evil, and the attack methods were disorderly, not like a cultivator at all.

Ma Xie had no choice but to take out the overlord fire to fight back.

Seeing that Ma Xie took out the Overlord Flowing Fire, Huang Jin suddenly froze, but this did not make him stop, but became even more crazy.

"This guy, isn't he really crazy?" Before he figured out the reason, Ma Xie didn't want to kill the other party.

At that moment, there was a cry in the distance, like the roar of a beast, mixed with the woman's cry for help.

Hearing this strange sound, Huang Jin seemed to come back to his senses.

He stopped his attack, gave Ma Xie a cold look, and then used his hands and feet together to run towards the place where the sound was made.

Ma Xie hurriedly chased after him, and this time he decided not to think about subduing Huang Jin first, but to see what Huang Jin was going to do.

Huang Jin, who ran all the way non-stop, didn't seem to care about the horse evil behind him, and after running for more than ten miles in a row, Huang Jin finally stopped in front of a cliff.

Ma Xie saw that the cliff was as flat as a mirror, completely perpendicular to the ground, and it seemed that it had been deliberately trimmed like that.

Huang Jin walked to the cliff and looked up at the entire cliff stupidly.

The moonlight gradually shone on the cliffs, sprinkling a white and silver light.

The cliffs were illuminated by the moonlight, emitting a faint silver glow, illuminating a large area of land in front of them.

Huang Jin walked over slowly, stretched out his boring hand, gently stroked the cliff, and then put the back basket behind his back on the ground, and took out his painting tools.

After taking out the painting tools, Huang Jin exhaled sharply at the cliff, this breath was long, obviously using all his strength, blowing the aura onto the cliff.

I saw that on the cliff, the originally flat stone surface gradually appeared some colorful spots.

These spots grew more and more and larger, gradually coming together to form a huge ink painting.

This painting on the cliff is so impactful that Ma Xie seems to see a strange world appear alive in front of him, and in a trance, he feels that a window has opened on the cliff, and outside the window is a real world.

In the center of the painting, there is a girl sitting in a broken sedan chair, the girl's sedan chair fell from the broken sky, the girl's face was frightened, Ma Xie was surprised to find that the girl was exactly the same as the girl rising in the lake, but the girl's body and face were mutilated in many places.

The girl has long black hair, bright eyes, and a fair face.

She was dressed in a fiery red dress, although many parts of the dress had been torn, revealing the girl's white, slender right leg.

The girl grabbed the armrest of the sedan chair tightly with one hand, and reached to the sky with the other, as if to grasp something.

Underneath the maiden is a black earth that burns with blazing fire.

All kinds of ghosts, monsters, and monsters, naked in the flames, some have been roasted into dried corpses by the fire, and some are eating each other's bodies, and there are several monsters with bull heads holding steel forks in their hands, and they raise their heads and look at the girl who fell from above, with a look of anticipation.

I don't know if it's an illusion, Ma Xie saw that the sedan chair carrying the girl had been falling slowly, although it was very slow, but the girl was indeed getting closer and closer to the monster below.

Huang Jin took out his paintbrush, and then took out a white jar, which was in the shape of a pottery urn containing ashes in the Jin Dynasty.

When the lid of the urn was opened, a faint blue light came out of it.

Huang Jin dipped the brush in the blue light, and the brush turned blue.

Let Hou Huang Jin fly up, until he flew to the girl's side.

Finally, Huang Jin began to paint on the cliff with a brush, and made up the girl in the sedan chair little by little.

The missing parts of the girl are gradually filled in by the blue brush, but all these places are a layer of light blue.

But after a while, these places that should have been blue gradually emerged other colors, and the picture was restored little by little.

Ma Xie hid in the dark, holding his breath, this scene surprised him very much, it turned out that Huang Jin was really a painter, and he came here to restore this painting painted on the cliff.

Huang Jin's pen was dry, he jumped down again, moistened the pen in the pottery urn, and then continued his work.

"Isn't that the soul of a human being in that urn?" Ma Xie thought of an answer that made him feel creepy.

Looking at Huang Jin sketching the painting on the cliff over and over again, as the girl gradually became complete, the sedan chair seemed to stop falling, and the monsters below began to jump angrily.

"This ...... It's alive!" Ma Xie suddenly felt creepy.

Under the black night, this scene looks extremely weird, a painter is using the collected human soul to sketch and restore the portrait of a young girl, and the other monsters in the portrait actually have their own consciousness and ability to act.

Ma Xie finally knew that this Huang Jin was the root of all these evils, he was using that strange face to collect souls, and then to supplement the painting, if this continued, then those villagers would definitely die.

"Huang Jin!" Ma Xie walked out of the shadows and stood behind Huang Jin.

Huang Jin glanced at Ma Xie, as if he had known that Ma Xie had been looking at him, and said calmly: "Have you seen this painting?

He jumped down from the air, and there was not much soul left in the urn, so he closed the lid and said to Tsushima with a look of enjoyment: "Hey, you are only a mortal, how can you understand the greatness of this painting?"

"I'm a mortal?" Ma Xie didn't understand.

Huang Jin showed a disdainful expression on his face: "What do you think? In my opinion, you are just a mortal with more strength and a longer lifespan. You can't understand the value of this painting behind me, it's a real genius, and I'm going to get it back to its original state!"

It turns out that the mortals in Huang Jin's mouth are those rough people who don't know art.

"You're harming people......" Ma Xie said to Huang Jin, "You are absorbing the souls of those mortals!"

Huang Jin showed a trace of contempt on his face: "You don't want to tell me that cultivators should take protecting mortals as their duty! take a good look at this painting, it will answer all your questions!"

Ma Xie did not answer, nor did he refute. He could see that Huang Jin's will was so firm, and it was not someone else's words or two that could be persuaded.

Most importantly, the shock that this painting brought to him was enough to make him forget what Huang Jin had done.

The girl in the painting falls from the sky, and Ma Xie can feel the horror, helplessness, and despair.

Ma Xie looked at the beautiful face of the girl, and couldn't help but want to rush into the painting and get the girl out of the danger of falling into hell.

This is an instinctive impulse of men, Ma Xie has to admit that this painting has such magic, and every man who sees this painting will want to protect this girl who is about to fall into hell.

Although the girl's fiery red dress is the same color as the burning flames on the ground, it looks out of place in the picture, just as the originally beautiful girl is out of place with the rest of the picture.

"The painting is called "Hell Changes". It was the work of a great painter. The girl in the painting is her daughter. The picture tells the story of a girl who is about to marry the king, and suddenly falls into endless hell on the way to get married......" Huang Jin looked at the girl in the painting obsessively and said:

"The painter painted the appearance of hell according to legend, but he could not paint the despair of hell. So in order to complete the painting, the painter burned his daughter to death with his own hands, and only then did he paint such a desperate beauty. ”

Huang Jin's face showed a hint of redness: "No man, when he sees this painting, will not be willing to go to hell and rescue that girl." And I'm about to rescue her......"

Could it be that what Huang Jin said about rescuing the girl is to use other people's souls to complete the picture, and then hold up the sedan chair little by little?

"How is it possible, it's just a painting...... " Ma Xie said.

"No...... This is not a painting. Huang Jin stretched out his arms and clinged to the cliff tightly: "This is my life." It's a pity, it's almost ......."

A tear slipped from Huang Jin's eyes and fell into the picture.

The painting seemed to come to life, and the flames in the painting rushed out of the picture, tightly enveloping Huang Jin and pulling him into the picture.

Ma Xie grabbed Huang Jin's arm and tried to pull Huang Jin out of the painting, but the flames separated Ma Xie's hands.

At the moment when Ma Xie's hand was released, Huang Jin's entire body was pulled in.

Then, a man appears in the picture, flying towards the sedan chair in the air, and one flies to the bottom of the sedan chair, holding the sedan chair up with both hands, so that the sedan chair can stay away from hell.

The flames on the black earth gradually rose, engulfing those ghosts, and under the beating of the flames, all those naked ghosts turned into black earth.

The flames rose higher and higher, and one reached Huang Jin's feet, and then wrapped around Huang Jin's ankles and pulled him down.

Huang Jin was like a withered yellow leaf, falling on the earth, and then being swallowed up by the flames, like those ghosts, and then the picture returned to its original form.

The strange painting disappeared.

No one knows when it got here, no one knows when it will appear.

Ma Xie's heart couldn't be calm for a long time, and he had a feeling of awe for that painting.

This kind of awe is not because that painting swallows up a cultivator so easily, but because Ma Xie finally understands that in this world, not all people want to be a great cultivator.

There are also many people who can give their lives and souls for one thing.

This kind of thing has nothing to do with Yu Xiuwei at all, this is a state of life, so for Huang Jin, Ma Xie is just an ordinary man.

Although he didn't want to admit it, Ma Xie knew that from Huang Jin's point of view, the souls and life and death of those villagers were worthless in front of this picture.

Maybe Ma Xie didn't agree with this idea before, but when he saw this painting with his own eyes, he kind of understood what Huang Jin was doing, in Huang Jin's eyes, the only value of all living beings who do nothing may be to help Huang Jin complete this painting!

"Is Huang Jin dead......" A voice appeared from next to Ma Xie.

Ma Xie turned his head to look, and at some point, Qi Jun was actually standing beside him.

Obviously, Qi Jun also saw the scene just now, perhaps because the painting was too shocking, Ma Xie never noticed Qi Jun standing next to him.