Hua Mofeng got up and glanced deeply at everyone, and then his body moved, and disappeared in place with Jun Yixuan, Su Bai and the unconscious Jun Yisheng.

In a blink of an eye, the figures of several people appeared on the edge of the Danqing Pond, and at this time, Aunt Hui was hiding on the edge of the huge stone wall behind the Danqing Pond with the painting in her arms.

Seeing the appearance of the painting ink wind, Aunt Hui hurriedly walked out and asked anxiously, "Patriarch, how is the situation now?"

Painting Mofeng didn't speak, just shook his head slightly. Immediately, he took a few steps closer to the edge of the Danqing Pond, and formed a formation with his hands. After a while, the light of the formation illusion slowly broke away from the palm of the painting ink wind, and gradually turned into a huge disc that covered the top of the Danqing Pond inch by inch.

Under the traction of this formation disc, the red and cyan water in the Danqing Pond began to roll up separately, forming two water columns, red and green. Then the two water columns were entangled and intertwined, rotating rapidly, and for a while, the light appeared, and everyone couldn't help but want to close their eyes.

At this moment, Ink Wind stretched out his palm and shook it in the air at the center that was emitting light, and a white light instantly flew into Ink Wind's palm from the water column.

As the things got into it, the blinding light gradually dimmed. As soon as the palm of the painting ink wind was spread, a white cone of the whole body was reflected in the eyes of Huigu and the others. No, it's not a milli cone, to be exact, it's a non-milli cone, it has only a pen barrel, but there is no hair at the nib.

"...... is this?" except for the unconscious Hua Chengcheng and Jun Yisheng, the other three people were very surprised to stare at the white Sensen's pen in the hand of the painting ink wind.

"This is a sacred relic that has been passed down from generation to generation. It is said that our ancestor Weaving Xia Fairy used this pen to outline the clouds in the sky, but this sharp hair has long been missing because of age. Painting Mofeng said lightly.

"How can I make a painting without a nib?" asked Aunt Hui suspiciously.

"That's why I have to take it out today. The pen is called 'Mirage', and the barrel is made from half of a mirage's teeth. Legend has it that a mirage can spit out illusions, so a pen made of a mirage tooth can make the painter more powerful and draw something spiritual. As for the detailed information of our clan's soul painting, it is all recorded in this hollow pen tube, and it is impossible for anyone who is not my painting clan or the immortal root of the painting clan to be strong enough to know the secret of the soul painting even if they get this mirage. Painting is the established soul of painting in our clan, and it is also the last hope. Today, my painting clan is afraid of being wiped out, and this holy relic must not be buried with my painting clan because of this!"

"Aunt Hui, this mirage will be handed over to you for safekeeping. Someday, when the time comes, you'll give it to the painting. If she is not qualified to read the information recorded in the pen, then there will be no more painters between heaven and earth. Just let all my clansmen accompany the entire Danqing Valley to perish on this day. Painting Mofeng handed the pen tube to Aunt Hui, and a face that should have been full of fairy wind bones was full of painful death.

"Patriarch, let's go together!" Hui Gu suddenly knelt down after taking the mirage.

"Yes, Patriarch, come with us!" Jun Yixuan and Su Bai also knelt down and pleaded.

"If I go with you, no one will be able to leave. Painting Mofeng smiled bitterly and helped a few people up.

Then the painting ink wind stopped speaking, and raised his hand violently, and the Luo Shu rubbings used in the previous sealing of the valley flew out of his sleeve and flew all the way to the sunken stone wall behind the Danqing Pond. The rubbings are impartial, and they can be shot into the center of the eyebrows of the statue of Shao Siming.

After the Luo Shu rubbing piece disappeared into the center of the statue's eyebrows, it seemed to merge with the entire relief, and then the whole statue suddenly shook.

"What's going on...... "The three of them stared at the statue of the goddess that was shaking with shocked expressions in their eyes.

In a moment, under the horrified gaze of the three people, the statue that seemed to be connected to the mountain wall suddenly moved out of a narrow slit. Although it looks like a narrow slit from a distance, it is enough to be as wide as a person.

Painting Mofeng glanced back at the immortal barrier behind him in the distance, knowing that the elder and the other hall masters might not be able to support it for long. He no longer hesitated, and directly swept several people into the narrow gap next to the statue with a strong wind.

"Patriarch ......" The three of them were shocked, but their bodies were not at their own disposal.

After all five of them flew into the crack, the statue of the goddess moved back to its original position, and joined the stone wall seamlessly, as if the gap that had just been moved out was just an illusion.

Three of the five who were still awake watched as the statue gradually obscured the figure of the painting ink wind, and the last voice of the painting ink wind floated into the ears: "After leaving, you can go as far as you can." Don't think about revenge, everything is certain......"