It seems that this is just an ordinary landscape painting, and the light brush and ink in the painting outline small bridges and flowing waters, distant mountains and trees. A small fishing boat docked at the edge of the bridge, and not far away a small hut tucked away in the woods, smoke rising from the smoke and a few old fishing nets drying outside. A young man wearing a hat and a cloak was happily walking towards the hut with a loaded fish basket in his hand. Fishing songs are singing late, talking about love and painting, such paintings can always evoke some flaws in people's thoughts.

I lifted the back of the painting and looked at it, and there were smooth walls, and there didn't seem to be any hidden tunnels. Thinking about it, even a master of an organ like An Luohong can't find any clues. I can see what Mingtang can see.

Put down the painting, and was about to chase An Luohong, I suddenly appeared, the young fisherman with the fish basket in the painting city was gone, could it be that I was dazzled?

Rubbing my eyes, I looked at it again, and the young man in the painting was indeed gone, but the fish basket could be found—it was placed at the door of the little hut with fishing nets.

Damn, the clue I've been looking for for a long time turns out to be on this painting.

I threw a blow at the eye of the sky, but there was no reaction at all, and I immediately thought: maybe there is nothing wrong with the painting itself, but someone has moved it.

Remembering the two talismans that the dead old man had taught me before handing over the task to me, I had an idea, took out an exorcism talisman from my backpack, and reached out to slap it on the painting.

In the picture, the wind and clouds are blowing, blowing up the clouds in the sky and blowing down the fishing nets in front of the door. The fishing boat on the side of the bridge was blown over, and the sky was dark, and the sky was turbulent.

There was a violent tremor on the wall, and a puff of black smoke rose from the painting, hovering above my head, condensing into a dark cloud, like a puddle of ink that could not be dissolved.

Level 75 Painting Soul, Five Elements: Wooden ......

It came at the right time!

I didn't say a word, a soul purifying spell was thrown over first, and I saw that the painting soul trembled for a while, and a cloud of dark ink had been poured on my head.

No way! What kind of trick is this?

I'm afraid the ink is poisonous. Or something corrosive, I picked up a whiteboard flag and flag, and all the black ink sprayed onto the flag, but the exposed arm was still inevitably stained with a little bit -

18o……

A red letter rose from the top of my head, hum, sample, is that enough? See how Lao Tzu cleans you up.

With a slight flip of his left hand, a red light came out of his hand, turning into a flame in the air, tumbling and roaring towards the painting soul in the air.

As soon as the black ink touched the Samadhi True Fire Talisman that I had strengthened, it immediately sizzled, and a thick black smoke rose from it, and a lot of black powder fell from the ground. Isn't it just a ball of ink? I'm going to bake you dry!

Just waiting for the second Samadhi True Fire Talisman to be released, the soul figure is drawn one by one. In the blink of an eye, it returned to normal, and the continuous damage of the Samadhi True Fire Talisman did not have any effect on it.

Hmph, we can't use fire, we can still use water!

Putting away the three flavors of true fire with my backhand, I dodged the ink spewed out by the painting soul while taking out the Xuanming Cold Water Talisman and threw it towards the mass of ink.

I didn't expect this loss to be a bad thing, the original only basin-sized cloud of ink suddenly expanded sharply, and in a blink of an eye, it became a piece of the boss, but the color was much lighter.

Didn't Lao Tzu ask for himself, didn't he add blood to it in vain when he took water to adjust the ink? However, the painting soul that devoured the Xuanming Cold Water Talisman has risen a lot. However, the attack power has decreased. The ink sprayed and sprayed but there was no way to take me, and the damage on me was getting lower and lower.

In this way, I am even more handy. I simply didn't even use the talisman much, and directly raised the Zhuxian Sword, just with the two attributes of gold and fire on the sword, it was enough to kill the painting soul, but at this moment, it was unexpectedly born.

I obviously wanted the Zhuxian Sword to the left, but somehow. Okay, something did you pull my arm, and the Zhuxian Sword, which was originally flying in a straight line, suddenly turned to the right, and obliquely brushed the edge of the painting soul, causing less than a hundred points of damage.

Fuck, Lao Tzu's proficiency in the sword has long been perfected, how could he make such a low-level mistake. At the moment, it was another sword, this time it was better, and the Zhuxian Sword simply made a detour. I didn't even touch the edge of the soul painting. Only then did I realize that it had nothing to do with my swordsmanship. It's -- the ink.

Whether it was the attack of the soul movement, or the black blood that spurted out when I slashed it, all in all, now my hands and feet were covered with black ink, and even the sword of Zhuxian was inevitably black from the left and right, and it was obviously these inks that controlled my movements.

I was studying how the ink was attacking. An ink arrow slashed through the air. Shot at my chest at a rapid pace - this was the real attack of the Painted Soul.

I hurriedly flashed to the left, but unexpectedly, my right hand and right leg were about to go in the opposite direction, and the ink on my body was like a few pairs of invisible hands, desperately pulling me to the right, not letting me dodge the ink arrow, and my brain was running like lightning and flint. I kicked to the left, and my body, which had been dodging to the left, suddenly changed to the right. With the force of that traction, my degree increased several times out of thin air. The ink didn't react for a moment. I took advantage of it.

It's a pity that this has come and gone, this has wasted a lot of time, although it was not shot to the point, but the left shoulder was still inevitably shot by the ink arrow, and the body fell sharply by thousands of points, so I had to desperately replenish my blood.

My left shoulder was injured, and my left arm was inevitably stained with a lot of black liquid, and after a while, I guess even my left hand would not obey me. When the time comes, won't I just stand still and be rounded and flattened by people, and let them slaughter?

Damn, I don't have time to play with you here!

As soon as my mind moved, two red and one black rays of light flashed through my body. Xiao Bing had a fire-tipped spear in his hand, and he had already rushed towards the painting soul.

The three-color unicorn that combines fire, gold, and earth is not something that a small painting soul can deal with. I saw that where Xiao Binghuo's spear went, those black thick inks either fled in all directions, or were roasted to smoke and turned into dry powder.

The scattered painting soul turned into pieces, turned into pieces of light smoke, and the room was scattered, spraying thick ink at every opportunity, trying to control Xiao Bing again with the method of controlling zhì me.

How could I let my precious unicorn be so wronged. A volley of dragon scales bounced up in the air, and the sound of the dragon's groan resounded through the sky. In the blink of an eye, Yaya's transformation has been completed, and her body is wrapped with billowing black gas, and the green scales are shining, and the movement is amazing. A thick dragon's tail swept sideways, sweeping away a cloud of black smoke nearby. The girl couldn't get enough of it. opened his mouth of blood, and was stunned to drink all the painting souls scattered around, and drank it as water.

The rest of the painting spirits wanted to escape, but they forgot that there was still a woman in red standing in the doorway, and with a flick of the red silk, the black smoke suddenly became extremely slow. In a blink of an eye, it was cleaned up for Xiao Bing and Yaya.

It didn't take much time, and the fierce painting soul just now was beaten by me like a lost dog, with nowhere to hide. The basin-sized body is only the size of an egg. Running around the house.

"Dao Chief, spare your life! If you kill me now, Dong Lang won't have a way to live. ”

Depend on! Why is this kind of drama again?

I looked at the painting soul that turned into a woman in black on the ground, and I had already scolded the system a hundred and eighty times in my heart. There was already such a scene when I killed the butterfly dance last time, and now that it's coming again, those guys don't want to come up with something new. I was thinking of turning this wave of ss that had annoyed me for a long time into experience with a sword. turned his head, but saw that the painting on the wall was still hanging there, and Dong Yanrui's kid was still in the painting. If you kill the painting soul at this time, that guy's soul won't be able to come out?

Putting away the three treasures, the painting soul stood up from the ground with a slight tremble, and said to me, "Thank you for the grace of the Taoist Commander not to kill." ”

"Thank you, no need." I waved my hand, not interested in shaking with an NPC. asked loudly: "What did you do to the young master of the Dong family, why don't you release him quickly, otherwise!" ”

"Nope." Painting Soul hurriedly said, but I was afraid of the Zhuxian Sword in my hand, so I could only whisper: "Dong Lang's body is still outside. If I release one of his souls at this time, then he will become an ownerless and lonely soul, and he will never be able to live. ”

"Where did the body of the young master of the Dong family and the other two souls and six spirits go?" I asked in a loud voice, "Also, what are you doing when you have nothing to do with other people's souls in the painting, and you don't mean to harm others?" ”

"Wronged. Governor. The painting soul called out in a sad voice, and even cried, but it was okay. While crying, I also knew what had happened, otherwise I would have been so anxious to scold my mother. Lao Tzu can't see women's tears the most, but these NPCs are almost like real people, and I feel a little furious when I see it.

It turned out that this Dong Yanrui was born with a cold and yin body, which has attracted many demons and demons to covet for a long time. Fortunately, in the early years, the Huoyun Dao Commander hung the demon mirror on the door of the Dong Mansion, which made it difficult for those demons and demons to approach. But he didn't want to, Dong Yanrui couldn't escape the fate. When I went out to play, I was confused by a demon, so I ran out in the middle of the night.

The painting soul was originally a landscape painting painted by Dong Yanrui in his early years, but somehow, it actually had spirituality. Watching Dong Yanrui become addicted day by day, he knew that one day he would be haunted by evil ghosts and fall into a place of no return. So she came up with such a method, as soon as the night came, she hooked Dong Yanrui's soul and soul into the painting, so that the evil ghost outside could not get all his three souls and seven souls, and the conspiracy was difficult to succeed.

In the end, the painting soul begged me to bring the landscape painting back to the Huoyun Temple and lock it in the soul tower. Although Dong Yanrui will become an idiot forever, it is better than falling into the devil's path and becoming a tool of evil ghosts.

Soul Tower? As soon as Lao Tzu thought of that place, he felt furious in his heart, and he couldn't wait to tear it down before he was willing, how could he really run over by himself. It seems that this task belongs to An Luohong, but I don't want to be inadvertently done. Turning around and handing him the scroll, he returned the task.

Putting away the scroll on the wall, I turned my head and walked out of the room, and sent a message to An Luohong.

"Outside the city, the Dream Demon Temple." An Luohong's reply was only seven words, and it seems that there is a lot of trouble over there.

The city of the dead was built underground, and the capital was on top of the city. Counting, it is a place where the Terrans and the Ghost Race meet, and it is also the only way for Terran players to enter the City of the Dead.

As soon as I slapped the city talisman, I ran out of the city of vain death, raised the sword of the immortals, and flew straight to the Dream Demon Temple, but I didn't see An Luohong's figure, could it be that he had already entered?

Looking up at the ghostly Dream Demon Temple, there is a monster statue that looks like a horse and a horse in the main hall. The long horse's face was six slender eyes in two rows, and a single horn in the shape of a comb on its forehead. It was pitch black, half-hidden and half-exposed in a cloud of mist.

This is one of the ten evil ghosts of hell - Nightmare, I didn't expect that the NPC surnamed Dong would provoke such a master.

I raised my legs and was walking inside, but I saw An Luohong running over in a hurry from another side.

"Why did you call me over? You've just arrived. I watched An Luohong run out of breath and couldn't help asking.

"I'm going to get this." An Luohong raised his hand, and I saw that he was holding a small jar in his hand, and there was a faint smell of wine.

I quipped, "When did you kid learn how to do this?" I didn't feel at ease doing a task, so I went to buy alcohol to drink. ”

"Where's that?" An Luohong waved her hand and said, "This Dream Demon Temple is not something that you can enter if you want to, look at the words on it." ”

I looked up and saw a couplet hanging on both sides of the temple gate, which read: "The soul comes and the soul goes to life and death." The next link is: "Nightmares come and go." Horizontal criticism: "Please fall asleep." The twenty words faintly exude black energy, and with the statue above the main hall, it looks even more yin.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

An Luohong said with a smile: "I knew you would ask, just now I also looked for a clue that I found for a long time, this Dream Demon Temple refuses to be a living soul and dead soul, and everything that has life will not be able to enter." Even if the ghost clan arrives here, they can't enter the gate. ”

"Such an evil sect?" I smacked my lips and said, "Looking at your kid's smug face, I must have found a way to get in." ”

"Of course." An Luohong smiled proudly and said, "That's it-drunken dreams and dead wine." As long as this is drunk in the temple, the player can go to sleep before they can find the nightmare. ”

"I see." I took the drunken dream in An Luohong's hand, took my nose and smelled it, it was really fragrant. If it was a ghost cloud, the old man would smell this, and he was afraid that he would jump up and grab it.

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