"Damn, the big villain is too insidious, but fortunately Mengli didn't fall in with me!"

"The boss said that this was a good experience, did he already know that we would be trapped? Will he come to the rescue?"

"No, you can't blindly rely on the boss, meet with everyone first, and then go out together!"

Han Lingsha's ten fingers deftly turned the twin blades, staring at the strange light around him.

When you are immersed in the world of the painting, you will see an ever-changing scene.

She saw her parents trapped in the ancient tomb and died miserably, she saw the Han clan, all of them had a short life, and she saw that she was caught by the government and paraded through the streets.

He also succeeded in cultivating immortals, found a way to solve the short life of the clan, and was praised and loved by his parents......

Great sorrows and joys, great ups and downs, all kinds of world conditions, love and hatred, all kinds of upside downs and confusions.

A year ago, Han Lingsha would definitely not be able to bear it at a young age, but now her heart has no fluctuations, and she even wants to laugh.

Because this set has already been played by the evil sword fairy.

After baptism, look at what the painting demon does, there are flaws everywhere, it's just funny.

However, just because she can resist doesn't mean that others can be safe and sound, so Han Lingsha began to search for the whereabouts of her companion.

Uncle Han Beikuang is the primary target, after all, there is a difference between intimacy and intimacy, but when he encounters other people, he will save them as much as possible, and his heart is full of excitement and responsibility.

The disturbing illusions began to dissipate, turning into floating shadows, endless at first, and then fading away, revealing one figure after another.

Han Lingsha glanced at it, and sure enough, he saw the martial arts heroes besieging Kong Xuan, they were in a small bubble-shaped space, crying and laughing or scolding, or collapsing or sinking.

"Donor...... And slow ......"

Han Lingsha was just about to try to save people, when a kind voice suddenly sounded in her ears.

"Chiba Zen Master?"

Han Lingsha's heart moved, she kept calm, did not respond immediately, carefully distinguished the breath, and found that it was not an illusion of an ancient painting, so she happily replied: "The Zen master is also out of trouble?"

This is really good news, Chiba Zen Master is the leader of the White Dao, and his status is equivalent to that of the leader of the Martial Arts Alliance, once he gets out of trouble, everyone will have the backbone, break the ancient paintings, and the hope of thwarting Kong Xuan's conspiracy will be greatly increased.

"There is no escape...... The poor monk is fighting against the painting demon......"

Zen Master Chiba's voice came and went, sounding intermittently: "The core of the painting demon is a strange stone...... The Three Buddha Jewels are of the same origin as them...... The poor monk contains...... Donor Breaks ...... Get out ......."

Han Lingsha quickly understood what he meant.

The core of this ancient painting seems to have the same origin as the three Buddha treasures in the hands of Zen Master Chiba, and now the two sides are fighting each other and holding each other back, creating an opportunity for her.

Instead of rescuing one by one and startling the snakes, it is better to forbear and gather momentum and directly break through the core.

"Good!"

Han Lingsha turned with both blades, encouraged himself, and followed the guidance given by Zen Master Chiba towards the depths of the ancient painting.

Soon, the streamers converged and connected to each other, like a net, intertwined up and down, seemingly impermeable, but flowing endlessly, forming a never-ending river of energy.

Han Ling yarn is blessed to the soul, the lotus feet are light, standing on the crest of the long river, and the breath of the whole body is in harmony with it.

With Chiba Zen Master's containment, even if her current cultivation can't be seamless, she has come to the core without danger.

What imprints into the eye is that the first is the mellow Buddha light, the Chiba Zen master turned into a solemn Buddha body, urging the three Buddha treasures, and is fighting against the pervasive black gas, the two sides have been fighting to the white heat, and there is no time to care.

But what made Han Lingsha feel strange was that just below the battlefield, there was a little girl in red who was levitating, muttering to herself, as if she had fallen into an illusion.

"Huh, Miss Tang?"

Han Lingsha recognized that it was Miss Tangjiabao, who had not had much intersection before, why did she appear here.

Although her identity is unusual, it doesn't seem that it is enough for the painting demon to deliberately take her hostage, right?

Unable to control so much for the time being, Han Lingsha cautiously bypassed the battlefield between the two sides, and saw that behind the infinite black qi was a giant whirlpool.

Just like when everyone was absorbed, a roar roared at the gods in the sky, and the back of the battle appeared in front of him.

"Not good!"

Han Lingsha's complexion changed greatly, and as soon as her knees weakened, she was about to kneel down.

This has nothing to do with the dignity of the will, it is purely a gap in life forms.

Even if you cultivate to become an immortal, under the majesty of this origin, you will be completely suppressed.

However, at this moment, another force suddenly appeared in Han Lingsha's body.

It was a contract with Yongan Pawnshop.

This force resisted the majesty of the back, making her body just shake, and she received a lot of information.

"The back belongs to the Demon Ancestor Chiyou?"

Han Lingsha is not a real immortal cultivator yet, and she knows very little about the major events of ancient times, but she doesn't need to think about it to know that she can be called the ancestor of ten thousand demons, and she is naturally an extremely powerful existence.

This back actually belongs to Chiyou, so the core of painting demons is......

The next moment, the back faded away, turning into an irregular purple fragment, which, judging from the shape and texture, seemed to be part of a weapon.

"Could it be that the weapon used by Chi You was shattered by the ancient gods and gave birth to the Painting Demon?

After Han Lingsha's brain was replenished, he didn't dare to act rashly for a while.

Who knew that she didn't move, but the fragment was inexplicably attracted, and a ray of light shot out as if flattering, and it didn't enter her eyebrows.

Suddenly, Han Lingsha's eyes flickered and entered a video.

It is a purple world, full of amethyst, the aura is contained, it is unique, and there is a demonic aura, the dream is reversed, and the yin and yang are confused.

Many small beasts with dark bodies and slender limbs chased and ran among them, and there were also men and women who walked in handsome human shapes.

"This is a demon clan, it's so different from what I thought!"

It's not a fantasy, but it's a sense of falsehood.

Because in the impression of human beings, the demon race has always been brutal and vicious, but looking at the life of this race, there is no quarrel with the world.

Unfortunately, the peaceful atmosphere did not last long, and a dark shadow suddenly appeared, quietly sneaking towards the central temple.

Han Lingsha's vision followed, and he saw the black shadow break through the barrier, holding a newborn baby, and quickly left.

"My child!"

Soon the voice of anxiety and anger sounded, and a beautiful woman with a noble temperament chased out, and the two sides briefly fought each other, but they could not stop and were escaped.

The black shadow held the baby and teleported to the human world, which revealed the true face of Lushan, which was Kong Lu.

"It's the wicked man again!"

When Han Lingsha was indignant, Kong Ling shook off the picture scroll, and his body began to change, and after a while, he disguised himself as the baby's mother.

He walked through towns and cities, watched and watched, and finally came to the government of a small county town and put the child down.

"Wow, wow!"

Only then did the baby cry, alarming the people in the palace, and the much younger Liu Shifeng appeared surrounded by the officials, picked up the baby with his own hands, and showed a look of love.

"No......"

Han Lingsha's eyes widened the more she looked at it, and finally moaned: "Is this Mengli?"