The boundaries of the painting city are magical, mysterious, or treacherous, weird.

At first glance, the lake and autumn moon are in harmony, and the surface of the pond is unpolished, but when you look at it at the second glance, it may be that the desert is lonely and the sun is setting over the long river.

Walk into the boundary of the painting city.

If the first step is a white rainforest, the second step may be a vast desert, and the third step is a rough sea.

One step at a time.

When you think that there is no way out, but suddenly there is another village, and no one knows what lies ahead.

The painting city is a city that cannot be explained in a few words.

At a glance, there are not many buildings to be seen, but there are pictures like projections. Each picture scroll is a small world, or heavy snow, or torrential rain, or yellow sand......

Or spring and scenery, or autumn breeze.

Each picture scroll is a realm, and the painting city is composed of countless picture scrolls.

This is the reason why the painting city is also called the painting environment.

And at the moment.

The sky above the painting city suddenly cracked, and there were openings one after another.

However, in the blink of an eye, endless ghost fog surged out from the mouth, which made many scholars in the painting city stunned.

"The sky is falling?"

One of the calligraphers looked up blankly, not seeming to realize the seriousness of the situation, and then his voice intensified, "Is this a sky collapse? ”

At this moment, the bookkeeper shouted.

"How could this day collapse? It can't be the end of the world, right?"

Those who have books are worried.

This day has not collapsed, for example, the Holy Heaven, and now in the depths of the Heavenly Universe, there are still some fragments of the Holy Heaven.

"Although there were a lot of cracks on this day, they couldn't collapse. ”

Some scholars were more calm, but when they saw the billowing black fog gushing out of the cracked opening, they wondered, "What are these black fogs?"

"I don't know. ”

A scholar next to him replied, "This black fog seems to be filled with yin energy, and it may be a ghost fog." ”

"Ghost fog? It's strange, how can there be ghost fog in the depths of the heavens? Isn't the underworld underground? If it's ghost fog, it should come out of the ground. ”

Many book writers don't understand.

However, the aura emanating from the billowing black mist was indeed like a ghost mist.

Although the black fog is descending rapidly, it will take dozens of breaths to descend on the painting city. Therefore, when the cracked mouth of the black fog man poured out, the calligrapher who painted the city only vaguely felt the breath of the black fog, and it was not true that the black fog was the ghost fog.

As the black fog became more and more falling, the calligraphers of the painting city finally felt it clearly.

"This is indeed a ghost fog!"

"How can there be a ghost fog in the sky? Could it be that the underworld is in the sky? ”

"How can the underworld be in heaven? The underworld is obviously in the shadow of the earth, and it is ...... underground."

Countless calligraphers in the painting city looked up, shocked and puzzled, wondering why the ghost fog was falling during the day.

It's weird!

However, in a dozen breaths, one after another as if the projection was suspended, a series of strong or weak figures swept out.

It is the person who came out of the realm of painting after hearing the news.

The black fog of the painting city sky is rolling, covering almost the entire sky, making the heaven and the earth like a dark night. This terrifying scene, even the painters and kings of the painting city did not dare to despise half a point, and swept out of the realm of painting one by one.

"What's going on?"

Youhuajun said with a solemn face.

This ghostly mist that shrouded the heavens and the earth was not simple, and it exuded an aura that shocked them.

They vaguely felt that in the originally ordinary ghost mist, there was a negative aura of depression, pain, and remorse.

This has affected them all tremendously.

"Hey, something seems to have fallen from the sky?" A painter suddenly pointed to Tianyu Dao, and saw black shadows falling from the depths of Tianyu.

"It's raining?"

Some painters were stunned and asked, because it did look like rain. However, if it rains, will the raindrops be bigger?

"How could this be rain?"

The person who wrote immediately rolled his eyes, and he was afraid that he was blind.

"It's not raining!"

Many painters trembled in their hearts and said in shock.

This depiction of the painting king and the painting king in the city are all staring at each other, what do they see? I saw ghosts falling from the depths of the sky!

"It's a ghost!"

A painter's face was extremely solemn, and he said, "How could a ghost fall from the sky?"

"Is this a ghost?"

When the painters near the painter heard this, their eyes widened.

If it is really a ghost that falls from the depths of the heavens, does this ghost fall a little too much? This may not be a problem of many, but a question of too many to frighten people to death.

There are so many ghosts that they fall like rain.

Otherwise, no painter would have said it was raining......

"This, this?"

At this moment, even the painters below the painter can vaguely see it clearly.

It does look like a ghost!

But.

In the depths of the sky, how could so many ghosts fall?

Is there a hell in heaven that they did not know?

"Everyone, in order to defend my city, prepare to fight!"

A painting king flew up and stared coldly at the black sky, and at this moment, I saw that with a wave of his big hand, ink flew out of his hand.

Whew-

Ink out into a net.

But in the blink of an eye, a huge ink net was born above the head of the painting king.

The ink net exudes a strong literary atmosphere, blocking the ghost fog rolling down.

Zizi –

The ghost mist fell into the ink net, like grease falling into flames, and immediately burst into flames. However, the ghost mist surging down from the depths of the heavens was unimaginably numerous, like an endless sea.

A layer of ghost mist was burned away, and another layer of ghost fog fell.

However, in a few breaths, even the powerful ink net was somewhat unable to support it.

This was expected by the painting king, who kept swinging his pen at this moment, drawing a huge ink net.

The ink mesh is layered on top of each other.

However, it is still no match for the endless ghost fog.

And when the painting king flew up, there were also many calligraphers in the painting city, who painted with ink one after another.

"Protect my painting city and don't let ghosts enter my painting realm!"

The bookkeeper shouted.

All of a sudden.

Thousands of lights fly in the painting city, and the glow is ten thousand.

Magical pictures flew into the sky, or turned into mountains, or into the sea, or into flying knives, or into flames, or into thunder......

There are thousands of pictures and moves.

Some of them burned like mountains of ghostly mist in an instant, while others had no effect at all.

"Brother Chen, we are going to fight against ghosts and ghosts, you not only draw gloomy ones, but also draw some unwise ghosts, isn't this?"

One of the booksellers laughed and cried.

"But I can only draw ghosts. The painter said helplessly, "I can't just stand by and watch, can I?"

"These ghosts you have drawn, you can distinguish between you and me, so let's stand by and watch. ”

A painter persuaded him.

"Yes, Brother Chen, don't make a mess, there are enough ghosts and ghosts in this sky. ”

"Brother Chen stood aside and watched. ”

"Brother Chen, stop!"

"Brother Chen, be careful what you have done, it will resonate with ghosts. ”

Under the persuasion of many painters, the painter known as Brother Chen had no choice but to stop writing.

There is something wrong with him painting ghosts at this time.

At this moment, he looked up and saw countless scrolls flying into the sky, blocking the descending ghost fog and the falling ghosts.

Countless ghost mist was purified, and countless ghosts were killed.

All of a sudden.

The painter of the painting city blocked the arrival of the ghost fog and the fall of the ghost.

This made many painters excited.

"The painting city will win!"

"The painting city will win!"

Some painters shouted excitedly.

"Protect my painting city and don't let a ghost enter my painting realm!"

A painter shouted, using his hands together, quickly drawing an amazing picture scroll, and instantly extinguishing a piece of ghost mist.

"Protect my painting city and not let a ghost enter my painting realm. ”

Many painters cheered along.

And.

At this moment, from the painter's picture scroll, he stubbornly withstood the arrival of the ghost fog, and really did not let a ghost fall into the painting realm.

But just when the painters thought they were about to win.

Rumble!

I saw a huge black shadow, like a flying stone out of the sky, piercing through countless painting scrolls in an instant, and quickly falling into the painting city.

The speed is so fast that the painter can't even react.

And.

That huge black shadow burst out with a terrifying aura.

This is a ghost at the level of the Ghost King!

Many painters were shocked, they couldn't imagine that there were ghosts at the level of ghost kings in the sky!

Fortunately, there is only one.

"Kill!"

Before the painters could react, several figures rushed towards the ghost king-level ghosts.

Under the fierce battle, the ghost king-level ghost was finally killed by several painting kings. However, when everyone just breathed a sigh of relief, one after another black shadows pierced through the picture scroll and fell into the painting city, or fell into the realm of the painting city.

This scene shocked the painters.

Anyone who can penetrate the picture scroll is basically a ghost at the level of a ghost uncle or a ghost king, and many of them are at the level of ghosts.

Moreover, in the pierced picture scroll, there is a steady stream of ghosts falling......

"This ghost uncle, ghost king, there are too many, right?"

A painting said in shock.

At a glance, he found that there were at least dozens of people who had reached the level of a ghost uncle.

If there are only dozens, the painting city can still be confronted, or even killed, but it needs to pay a certain price.

"Kill!"

"I can't let the ghosts destroy my painting city!"

Many painters drank loudly and suddenly killed ghosts at the level of ghost uncles and ghost kings.

When they hunt down the ghosts, they find something surprising, it seems that the ghosts can only run away and not resist.

Also, they are somewhat delirious.

Although it is a ghost at the level of a ghost, the power it actually exerts is only at the level of a ghost.

When you don't resist, you don't even have a ghost level.

If you are lucky, even the five-grade painter can kill the ghost uncle......

Therefore, although there are many ghosts at the level of ghost uncles and ghost kings falling on the sky, if they fall into the painting city, they can only be chased and killed by the painting king and the painting king.

But.

There are also many painters who have been devoured by some ghosts.

But.

With the passage of time.

There are more and more ghost fogs pouring out of the depths of the sky, and the ghosts that fall are getting stronger and stronger, and the painting city is gradually unable to support it. On the one hand, they have to resist the ghost fog, and on the other hand, they have to hunt down the ghosts in the painting city, which seems to be a little powerless.

Also, it seems that some of the ghosts have regained their senses and become ferocious and insane.

They seem to be gradually regaining their strength.

Originally, one-on-one in the same realm was very easy, and it didn't cost anything to be able to kill.

But now, not anymore.

Some ghosts don't know what to do, and they resist and attack wildly.

They're crazy.

"Oh no, these ghosts seem to have recovered, so you should hurry up and kill them, lest you let them regain their strength. ”

There is a painting king who hurriedly reminded.

And the brush in his hand kept going, leaving behind a series of afterimages, but in the blink of an eye, a painting was born.

Whew-

A sea of fire appeared, a ghostly mist that burned wildly, and a ghost that fell.

But at the moment.

Many painting kings and painting kings found that there were more and more cracks in the depths of Tianyu, and they were getting bigger and bigger.

Is it really about to collapse?

The ghost mist poured out in a steady stream, and the ghosts rained down.

In addition, the negative breath of depression, pain, and remorse that worries the king and the king of painting the most seems to be stronger.

At this moment, many painters were affected.

They gradually became depressed, bitter, and remorseful, and the brushes in their hands stopped at some point.

The souls of many painters are like falling into a terrible hell.

They trembled and terrified......

"Oh, no, I was wrong, I knew I was wrong. ”

Some painters cried out in pain, their eyes full of remorse, and they seemed to fall into deep self-blame and pain.

"Wake up!"

A painting king shouted, and his voice was like thunder, which woke up many affected paintings.

However, there are still many painters who have not been awakened.

"Resist with thunder!"

There is a royal road to painting.

Boom Boom –

In an instant, the sky thundered, and countless hideous silver pythons broke through the air.

The ghost mist in the sky was purified, and countless ghosts were destroyed, but in the depths of the sky, there were a sea of ghost mist descending.

How much can the thunderbolt extinguish?

At this moment, the painting king and the painting king of the painting city are all anxious, and the day is too abrupt and terrifying.

They didn't have a little time to prepare.

Moreover, the scale is far beyond their imagination, not because they are not capable, but because the scale is beyond their capabilities.

"Lin Jun, quickly spread the book to the world. ”

A white-haired painter glanced at Tianyu, and said to a young painter: "This sky collapse, it is no longer my painting city that can resist, only by gathering the power of the world, can it be resisted." ”

"Understood. ”

The young painter nodded, and immediately went to spread the book to the world at this moment.

A moment later.

The painting city finally couldn't withstand the rolling ghost fog, and let the ghost fog descend on the painting city.

However, the painting city is composed of countless picture scrolls, each of which is not simple, and it bursts out with earth-shattering power in an instant.

Rumble!

The power that burst out of the painting realm instantly pushed the ghost mist back to a thousand feet. Moreover, when a huge wave of light bursts out from the painting, it also sweeps away the ghosts in the painting......

This gave the painting city a respite.

But.

The power of this painting is the accumulation of many years in the painting city, and it will be used once less.

The huge waves of light that burst out from this depiction looked like a huge ball of light enveloping the painting city from a distance, blocking the billowing ghost fog and ghosts from the ball of light.

However, under the impact of the billowing ghost fog, the light of the ball of light began to weaken.

Can't hold it up for too long.

If the painting city has not found a solution when the ball of light disappears, it will eventually be swallowed by the ghost mist......

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