Who is painting hell?

In the mysterious gallery, Feng Qingyan's heart was a little shaken, and he suddenly looked towards the end of the gallery.

It's a pity that Wanli Gallery is not a straight line, and there is a thick black fog rolling, so that he can't see the end at all.

As the gallery continues to go deeper.

Feng Qingyan found that there were more and more ghosts fleeing in panic.

He also saw a lot of ghosts, at least Confucian, and even Daxian-level existences, but his expression was terrified......

What the hell is chasing them?

Feng Qingyan was puzzled.

Also, where did these ghosts escape?

Is it in the painting?

At this moment, he was looking at a black painting, and vaguely saw a ghost struggling out of the painting, so he stood aside and watched. After a while, I saw a terrified ghost, struggling out of the painting, screaming and running away frantically.

Feng Qingyan frowned and looked at the fleeing ghosts.

When he turned his head, he saw a ghost struggling frantically out of the painting.

All of them were terrified, and they struggled out and fled frantically, not daring to stay for a moment.

When the twelfth ghost was about to completely break out of the painting, he was suddenly grabbed by something and dragged back into the painting.

But.

In Feng Qingyan's painting, you can see the ghost being dragged back, but you can't see what is dragging the ghost.

This made him even more confused and curious.

In the painting, the captured ghost struggles frantically in terror, but cannot break free from the restraints and is dragged away little by little.

As for where to drag?

Feng Qingyan doesn't know, because he was dragged out of the border.

"What the hell is this?"

Feng Qingyan's brows furrowed tightly, and he couldn't even notice it, which really surprised him.

He walked to the next painting.

Well?

At this time, he was stunned for a moment, and saw that the ghost who had been dragged away by something actually appeared in the next painting.

Are these two paintings connected?

He looked at it and found that the chaotic ink masses seemed to be painting the broken underworld.

This underworld gave him a feeling that was both familiar and strange, and it was very strange.

It's not the Netherworld.

However, it's a bit like the Netherworld.

A moment later.

The ghost is dragged out of the border again and appears in the third painting.

At this point, he saw more and more ghosts being dragged and seemed to be dragging deeper into the gallery.

All the ghosts that were dragged down, no matter how strong or weak, did not break free.

His face was full of trepidation.

And.

The aura exuded in the painting scroll became more depressing and painful.

He also found that all the ghosts who were dragged would have feelings of remorse, as if they were regretting something immensely.

What are these ghosts dragged by?

Is it invisible or invisible?

Feng Qingyan examined it carefully, but still couldn't find any clues, as if it didn't exist.

It shouldn't be.

At this moment, he used the magic power of "breaking through the void and seeing the subtleties", and the two eyes instantly penetrated the painting scroll and fell on the world in the painting.

However, still nothing was seen.

It doesn't seem to exist.

"Does it really not exist?"

Feng Qingyan frowned, and the more he thought about it, the more uncertain he became.

And at this moment, he had already discovered that these picture scrolls were no longer as simple as picture scrolls.

They seem to be real worlds.

He walked all the way with doubts.

Walking and walking.

At some point, the gallery gradually changed.

Before you know it, it has become a terrifying underworld.

There were countless ghosts fleeing in terror all around, but before they could escape far, they seemed to be caught by something and dragged into the depths of the underworld.

At this moment, Feng Qingyan stopped again.

This breath is indeed the underworld, but as I said before, there is strangeness in familiarity.

And it's very tattered.

It seems that it has collapsed countless times in what era.

Only ruins remain.

He examined it for a moment, then crouched down and picked up a handful of dirt and smelled it.

He smelled a silky breath of pain and oppression.

There is also the breath of endless years.

Soon after, he once again used his magical ability to "break through the void and see the subtleties", but found nothing.

"I don't go to hell! I don't go to hell......"

A ghost fled head-on, and his face was so frightened that even his soul trembled violently. In the frenzied escape, he was still shouting......

Feng Qingyan suddenly looked at the ghost and read, "I don't go to hell?"

"I don't go to hell! I don't go to hell......"

The ghost shouted frantically.

Bang!

The ghost slammed into Feng Qingyan.

However, Feng Qingyan stood still, but the ghost flew out upside down.

When the ghost got up, it stared at Feng Qingyan with wide frightened eyes, as if he couldn't believe it. But at this moment, it seemed to feel something, and the soul body trembled violently.

It slowly turned its head to look back.

His face was pale.

At this moment, its soul trembled even more violently.

Burst!

It fell to its knees.

And when it knelt down, it seemed that there was an invisible presence behind it, and it did not move to catch it. However, he did not leave, but just stayed quietly behind the ghost......

Feng Qingyan took a serious look, but he still couldn't see what was following behind the ghost. Then, his gaze fell on the ghost, and after a moment's thought, he said, "You say, you don't go to hell, why?"

"I don't go to hell, I don't go to hell......"

The ghost just murmured in fear.

"There's got to be a reason, didn't it?"

Sealing Qingyan Road.

At this time, the ghost looked back behind him again, and then fell down in horror and did not dare to move, only muttering: "I will not go to hell, I will not go to hell......"

"There has to be a reason not to go to hell. ”

Sealing Qingyan Road.

"I, I'm not guilty, I'm not guilty!"

The ghost seemed to think of something, and was extremely surprised.

However, the presence behind it remains, continuing to stare at it coldly, dragging it away at any moment......

It says it is not guilty. ”

Feng Qingyan groaned and said behind the ghost.

However, the invisible existence behind the ghost still exists, and it seems that it has not given up on catching the ghost.

"I'm not guilty, I don't go to hell, I'm not guilty, I don't go to hell......"

The ghost muttered frantically.

However, the invisible being behind it still seems to think that it is guilty and that it deserves to go to hell......

This, Shi Feng Qingyan gradually understood a little, and continued to probe: "It said that it is not guilty and will not go to hell!"

Nothing seems to work.

"I say, it's not guilty, it's not going to hell. ”

Feng Qingyan hesitated and said again.

At this moment, the ghost's eyes widened suddenly, and he looked behind him in horror, and a look of disbelief appeared in his eyes. It looked left and right, as if the terrifying existence had really gone and was no longer chasing it.

And it, it seems, is innocent.

No more going to hell.

It couldn't believe it, and it didn't seem to understand very well, why would those terrifying beings let it go and not arrest it? By the way, it seemed that it was the terrifying existence in front of it, and if it was said that it was innocent, those terrifying existences would no longer arrest it.

When Feng Qingyan thought that it was still invalid.

The ghost bowed down suddenly.

When Feng Qingyan saw it, he was slightly stunned, could it be that the invisible existence behind the ghost was gone?

But why go?

Is it because of what you just said?

Could it be that my identity as the Shang Emperor in my previous life can still affect the mysterious world in front of me?

It is indeed the emperor of heaven and earth, and it should not be taken lightly.

"What's chasing you?"

At this moment, Feng Qingyan hurriedly asked, so as not to miss the opportunity.

But the ghost did not hear it, and still bowed in awe, and then ran away.

Feng Qingyan was speechless, what is the situation?

He thought about it, then continued walking, pointed to a ghost who was probably a Confucian level, and said, "It is not guilty, but it will not go to hell." ”

The ghost who had fled in fear was suddenly stunned, and then it was as if he had escaped. The terrifying existence that had been following closely behind him actually retreated and stopped chasing it......

And.

There are also a lot of horrors around.

However, they turned a blind eye to it and did not come to capture it......

"Am I innocent?"

The ghost was pleasantly surprised and excited.

In retrospect, it seems that a majestic voice has just said that it is not guilty and that it will not go to hell. Those terrifying beings immediately gave up pursuing it......

At this moment, the ghost immediately knelt down and bowed.

Be grateful for the ignorant existence.

At this time, Feng Qingyan was even more surprised, how powerful are my words? If you say you are not guilty, you are not guilty? If you say that you don't go to hell, you don't have to go to hell?

Isn't that some?

In his astonishment, he continued to probe the temptation.

After he said that he was innocent, it seemed that the ghost was really innocent, and was no longer hunted by the invisible horror being......

After he was basically sure, he did not continue to try.

Who knows if these ghosts are really innocent?

If he is guilty, and he says he is not guilty, wouldn't it be a mess? and, judging from the current situation, it seems that someone is creating hell......

That's a lot of money.

Then he continued walking, trying to see who was painting hell.

This hell is not something that can be painted just by trying to draw, who knows if after painting hell, will it be accompanied by the birth of the laws of heaven and earth?

If the laws of heaven and earth are truly born, then the hell drawn is the real hell.

For the world, whether it is a good thing or a bad thing cannot be discerned for the time being.

But what Feng Qingyan is most afraid of is disaster.

And.

He is in charge of the underworld and reincarnation, how can he tolerate others from interfering?

At this moment, he did not continue to slow down, but walked down quickly, directly ignoring all the ghosts. Moreover, no ghost dared to stand in his way, and even the invisible horror seemed to quickly retreat before he appeared.

Hades is becoming more and more broken, and it is no different from the ruins.

This made Feng Qingyan frown.

He couldn't understand why the painter would paint such a broken underworld.

This underworld looks like a product of the horror of the Great War......

Worn-out.

It's like a piece of rotten cloth, already full of holes.

As we go deeper.

He felt the breath of endless antiquity.

When he feels an aura that he thinks is incomparably ancient, or even the oldest, he will find an even more ancient aura......

How many years have there been in this underworld?

This is not calculated in terms of millennia.

It's 10,000 years!

Moreover, it is not tens of thousands of years, hundreds of thousands of years.

But hundreds, tens of millions, or even hundreds of millions of years, so ancient that they are extremely terrifying, far beyond his imagination.

At this moment, he wondered, is this a painting after all?

Who can paint millions of years, if not hundreds of millions of years, of antiquity in a painting? But it seems to be a painting in front of you......

Didn't the person who painted live for at least a million years?

Could it be the people of primeval times?

Feng Qingyan shook his head, as if he was thinking a little far.

He went on.

The underworld is even more dilapidated, and it is full of ghosts fleeing in fear.

However, when he went deeper, he found that many places ahead of him had become chaos.

It looks like a chaotic black earth, and it doesn't seem to have opened up yet.

Is this the end?

Feng Qingyan was very surprised, this was different from what he imagined, a little far away.

In his imagination, the deepest part of the underworld was at least a terrifying hell, but in front of him was only the unopened chaotic black earth......

Why, then, are the ghosts afraid?

And.

He never saw what it was about those invisible beings that made ghosts so afraid.

At this moment, he walked in front of the black earth chaos, stretched out his hand and touched it carefully, and he didn't feel anything special.

However, he saw that one by one the ghosts were dragged into the chaotic black earth and disappeared.

He walked down the chaotic black earth.

Soon after, he saw a gray-clad figure in the distance, seemingly drawing something in front of the chaotic black earth.

At this moment, Feng Qingyan was shocked in his heart, could it be that some people are the ones who paint?

The gray-clothed figure painted very attentively, and didn't seem to notice Feng Qingyan's arrival, he took a paintbrush on the chaotic black soil, and drew it carefully......

It's not fast.

From the side, this is a very handsome Lang Jun......

Feng Qingyan stood not far from Handsome Langjun, curiously watching Handsome Langjun draw, but the brushwork was a little strange.

Repeating the strokes with one stroke.

Feng Qingyan didn't see what the other party was painting at all, as if he was scribbling ink with a paintbrush.

But with the painting, the chaotic black soil is gone.

And ghosts are born in the pen.

This handsome gentleman was dressed in a gray robe stained with ink and looked a little shabby, wearing a gray square scarf on his head, and his body was very thin......

All men's clothes.

However, Feng Qingyan could see at a glance that this handsome man was a woman.

An hour passed.

The handsome Langjun drew a large area of the underworld and a large number of ghosts, but he didn't feel the existence of Feng Qingyan.

And Feng Qingyan is also very strange.

The handsome man in front of him doesn't look like a terrifying existence, it seems to be just an ordinary painter.

But.

Why did you draw such a horrific picture?

This can no longer be called a painting, but can be called a real world. Every stroke of her is digging the heavens and the earth, making people's souls tremble, and even terrified......

And there is nothing strange or wonderful about her brushwork.

But it can draw the underworld.

In the blink of an eye.

A day passed.

The handsome man didn't stop for a moment.

And Feng Qingyan also stood behind him and watched for a whole day......

The underworld is huge, hiding countless mysterious realms, which makes Feng Qingyan extremely puzzled when he opens his eyes. Moreover, until now, he still can't see what the handsome man wants to paint, is he really painting hell?

Before you know it, time passes day by day.

The handsome Langjun was still painting seriously, and he didn't notice the existence of Feng Qingyan at all. And Feng Qingyan didn't bother, he was like a ghost, quietly watching behind him......

I don't know when.

She finally drew a strange darkness like a wheel.

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