"Ah Nian, you wake up! you go out with me, I'll take you out of this nightmare realm!"

It turned out that in his nightmare, a woman like her repeatedly appeared and said that she was going to take him away, and if he really followed, I am afraid that he would have to sacrifice his soul.

"Death without repentance, since you want my soul so much, then we will all die together today!" Cang Wunian's face suddenly became fierce.

As he spoke, the purple light around him burst out, and the five fingers on the neck of the painting fell sharply.

The pain and suffocation came and a touch of distress welled up in the eyes of Hua Chengcheng, and then she summoned her mana and raised her hand to slash at Cang Wunian's shoulder.

With a "bang", both of them hurriedly took a few steps back.

Cang Wunian snorted coldly, and threw the bone flute that he had never left in his body towards the painting allure city. The bone flute flew towards the face gate of the painting with a strong purple light, forcing the painting to retreat a few steps back.

Immediately she made a move, and the mirage appeared in her hand, and with a wave of her hand, the mirage collided with the bone flute, making a crisp sound of "da".

After this crisp sound, the bone flute flew back with the power that the painting allure had imposed on it at a faster speed and flew back in the direction of Cang Wunian.

Cang Wunian jumped in the air, caught the bone flute that was returning quickly, and then a sideways spin appeared in front of Hua Allure again, and the bone flute in his hand pointed directly at Hua Allure's throat, forcing her to retreat all the way.

With a "bang", Hua Chengcheng's rapidly retreating body hit the pillar in the room, and she hurriedly raised her hand to block it in front of her with a mirage, blocking the bone flute that was only an inch away from her throat.

"Ah Nian, how can you trust me, how can you come with me?" asked eagerly as Hua Chengcheng instigated his mana to reduce the power of Cang Wunian's attack.

She couldn't do anything to him, she was afraid that if she hurt him here, he wouldn't be able to get out of this nightmare. But if she blindly tolerates and evades, she is afraid that she will be hurt by him. After all, they are not their most complete selves at the moment, and this power that has not yet been able to be controlled will hurt others and themselves if they are not careful.

"Believe you? Okay, you cut yourself. I can only believe you if you die. Cang Wunian smiled coldly.

"I'm dead, who painted your soul for you? Don't you want to know what kind of feelings you have for me? Don't you want to know why I left you a thousand years ago?" said Hua Chengcheng with a frown.

Painting Allure said this, Cang Wunian was stunned, he knew that he had fallen into a nightmare, and he wanted to extricate himself but felt powerless, perhaps because his perception of emotions was too weak, so he experienced his past over and over again, most of them were just uncontrollable anger, and the feeling of despair had never been.

Probably because of this, Zi Qingke wanted to use the Nightmare Realm to make him willingly hand over his soul, so he could only continue to use the appearance of the painting to deceive him.

But he hadn't heard what he had said in the previous "Painting Allures", and he was particularly concerned about the sentence "Don't you want to know why I left you a thousand years ago?"

It turns out that they really have a relationship, thousands of years ago...... That's not a matter of the previous life, for mortals, I'm afraid it's more than enough for ten lives. It turns out that they have been entangled for ten lifetimes?

But he knew in his heart that this was not the painting he saw on weekdays, so who was she?

Seeing that Cang Wunian's eyes flickered, Hua Chengcheng sighed slightly, "Ah Nian, you will remember everything in the past one day, I will wait for you, hopefully...... Not too long. ”

With that, Hua Chengcheng raised his hand and slowly brushed away the bone flute he was holding against the mirage in her hand, and gently hugged him.

Cang Wunian's hand stiffened slightly, and this gentle hug actually made him a little intoxicated. When his hand subconsciously touched her back, he only felt a wave of vertigo hit him, and then his consciousness fell into a brief coma.

Soon, he opened his eyes again, and when he saw it, he found that his hands were being held by Hua Chengcheng, while the woman's eyes were closed, and a faint golden light surged around her.

"Hua'er, are you okay?" Cang Wunian's mind instantly cleared up, he grabbed her hand behind his back, and asked urgently.

The golden light on the surface of the painting fell slowly converged, and then she opened her eyes lightly and smiled lightly, "It's okay, it's okay if you wake up." ”

The voice was clear and cold, just like her eyes, and there was a look of shock in Cang Wunian's eyes, and then he immediately let go of his hand, touched her cheek with a slight tremble, and said softly: "You...... You're a different painting. ”

Hua Chengcheng didn't answer, but said lightly: "It's not appropriate to stay here for a long time, you and I will go and wake them up separately, and then we will find a way to get out of here." ”

With that, she stood up and flew towards the pool of resentment in the center.

Cang Wunian sat on the ground in a daze, watching a corner of his clothes pass in front of his eyes, and then the slender and feminine figure stopped directly above the resentment pool in the center.

The golden light flashed in the hand of the painting allure, and the mirage appeared in front of her in a swirl, and then she grabbed the mirage, and the golden light in her palm converged towards the pen made of ice silk.

Cang Wunian saw that her clothes were fluttering, her hair was also in the air without wind, and the tip of the pen that shimmered with golden light was dancing in the void.

The blade shone with a faint cold glow and suspended in mid-air, gradually covering most of the body of the painting Allure.

By the time she finally stopped painting, the sharp blades had already wrapped her tightly in three layers inside and three layers outside.

Although she put away the mirage, the movements in Hua Chengcheng's hands did not stop, and I saw her arms outstretched, and her figure once again floated to a high place, and the golden light flowed around her, making her look like a gold-plated god.

At this moment, the sharp blades slowly circled around her in an orderly manner, like a school of fish in the deep sea dancing happily around her.

"Let's go!" the painting opened lightly, but the voice resounded throughout the nightmare realm.

With her order, the blades with a cold glow rushed in all directions with lightning speed, and the brushing sound everywhere they reached actually cut the thorns all over the ground and walls into pieces.

"Ahh

"Whew-"

"Whew-"

For a moment, the ghosts cried and the wolves howled, and the colorful shadows hiding in the corners were originally corollas of thorns, and now their rhizomes were mercilessly cut off by the blades of the city, and the pain was as if the hands and feet of a living person had been cut off, making those shadows cry even more bitterly.

Seeing the dense thorns dissipate and rout at an unimaginable speed, Cang Wunian's eyes were filled with a thick color of shock, and at the same time, for some reason, looking at the calm painting in mid-air, a faint sense of pride rose in his heart.

"No matter which painting you are, we can't get out of touch with each other after all. The corners of Cang Wunian's mouth hooked up a shallow smile, and then he flew up violently, flying towards Ji Zi'an and Luo Fan, who had lost their restraint and began to fall.

With one hand on one person's shoulder, Cang Wunian protected the two men and landed on the ground safely, at this time, not far from him, the thorns on Qing Ci, An Ruyue, Ji Wuxin and Qiao Sanniang also disappeared, and the four of them were lying on the ground peacefully, if it weren't for the bloodstains on everyone's bodies, it looked like they were asleep.

Cang Wunian sighed and shook lightly at Luo Fan beside him, "Senior Luo Fan, Senior Luo Fan, wake up!"

Luo Fan's eyelids moved slightly, as if there were still some signs of being stunned, Cang Wunian groaned slightly, raised his hand and hit a purple light into Luo Fan's eyebrows.

The next moment, Luo Fan slowly opened his eyes, and after being slightly stunned, he was slightly surprised: "Wu Nian......? Woke up from a nightmare?"

Cang Wunian smiled bitterly and pointed to the painting in the distance in mid-air, "It was the painting that woke me up." ”

Luo Fan followed his hand to look into the air, and sure enough, he saw the delicate figure, but Luo Fan could feel that the painting Allure City under his eyes was not the painting Allure City they saw on weekdays, but the one that suddenly burst out with powerful mana in Panxi Town that night to protect Cang Wunian.

She reappeared. Looking at the woman who was like a goddess, Luo Fan's heart was as if he had seen her for the first time, and he had a faint sense of admiration.

"Well, it seems like she shows up every time a painting is in danger. I've met her several times, but I still can't figure out what her relationship is with the painting. I just remember that she seemed to have told me that she was a painting, but not a painting's previous life. Cang Wunian also looked up at the painting and said helplessly.

Luo Fan breathed a sigh of relief and patted Cang Wunian's shoulder, "It doesn't matter who she is, since she said that she is Allure, then she is Allure." A girl's family is so desperate, and it's too unreasonable for the two of us to sit here and chat, so wake everyone up quickly, and the matter here should be settled with Ziqingke. ”

Cang Wunian nodded, and called Ji Zi'an according to the method of waking up Luo Fan before, and Luo Fan came to Qing Ci's side with a brisk walk.

However, things did not go as smoothly as they imagined, Cang Wunian shook Ji Zi'an for a long time, and the other party did not move at all, but his face became more and more ugly.

And Qing Ci's situation seemed to be even worse, at this time he was covered in blood with thorns, and his breath was very weak, Luo Fan couldn't help frowning, clasped his wrist and injected a faint white light into his body.