Both pairs of eyes raised in unison, and at the same time saw an incredible sight.

At the end of the field of vision, a tiny white dot was rapidly enlarged, leaving a white trail in the sky.

It was a thick cloud layer formed by the convergence of countless clouds.

Under the control of some kind of power, the clouds like white jade coalesced together and turned into a monster galloping in the sky. The blurred monster was like a huge galloping horse galloping through the sky, refracting colorful light while jumping the horse's hooves, breaking through the barrier of the air, making a dull loud noise, and in an instant it had reached the distance between the two of them.

Without the slightest deflection or hesitation, the huge galloping horse condensed by the endless white clouds let out a silent neigh, and the colors around the body suddenly turned blood red under the refraction of the light, rushing towards the direction of the two.

It was as if after a bloody battle on the battlefield, with a dignified ferocity and murderous intent, the angry horse fell from the sky and sent an impact on the two of them.

Relying on the long accumulation of momentum and a kind of will to burn jade, the speed of the white horse increased to an incredible speed, and a long afterimage was pulled out in the air, and there was a white mark that seemed to be nothing, like the roar of a boulder crushing on the ground, without any words, without any explanation, rush!

Shadows emerged from nothing, enveloping Chen Jingmo and Ottoria in them, and the wind in their faces could suppress the two horses from moving. At the last moment, the two of them jumped up from the horse's back in unison, borrowed their strength on the ground, and increased their speed to their limit in an instant.

The puppet, far beyond the strength of the human body, flew out of place like bullets; And Ottoria controlled the life energy from the deepest part of the earth, and the extremely strong demonic power of the plastic surname attracted the help of the surrounding land, as if it was affected by the soft impact from under the earth, and bounced her body away from the spot.

At the moment when the bodies of the two people had just left, the white cloud giant horse that fell like a mountain crashed into the ground. In the violent impact, the two innocent horses instantly shattered into flesh, and shocking cracks appeared on the ground, and deep depressions appeared in the ground within a radius of ten meters.

After the dodge, the next step is the sharpest counterattack.

Within the puppet's body, Chen Jingmo, who had turned into a weapon, and Xiaobai, who was frightened, began to resonate. The scattered soul wavelengths suddenly harmonized, moving closer together without limit, and finally merged into the same rhythm in an instant, converging on her arm like a tidal wave. Under Chen Jing's silence, the blood in the puppet's body flowed rapidly, and a huge amount of power was born from the sturdy machine and hydraulic device, enough to gather the power of the steel breakdown on the palm of his hand.

"Soul Might"!

In an instant, the electric light exploded, and the black fist gloves were covered with layers of azure dense electric light, which slammed into the body of the White Cloud Giant Horse in a scream.

On the other side, under the will of Ottoria, the life force strengthened by the demon bladder and the qi that came from the same source as the life force were entangled, and emerged from the deepest part of the girl's body.

The crack in the space opened, and a black giant sword with an inexplicable pattern that was the height of a girl was pulled out by the white palm.

The space that had carved out behind Ottoria caused her arms to reach behind her, as if the steel greatsword had been hidden behind her back.

Between the twists of the waist, the form of life energy and qi entanglement poured into the black blade, and with the swing of the arm, it turned into an extremely sharp slash.

The move is the most basic slash, and it is used by a giant sword that is more exaggerated than the weapons of the Teutonic warriors, and it clearly slashes in the air, but it flies out a condensed air blade.

Sword Qi Slash.

Two fierce counterattacks descended at the same time, all pouring into the white horse's body, and the violent concussion began.

The white clouds, which were trembling a little from the violent impact, suffered an unexpected counterattack and instantly swelled. The power in it could no longer gather the dense clouds in it, like a balloon that had been rapidly inflated, and the giant horse transformed by the white clouds suddenly expanded, expanded, lost its original form, and turned into an ellipse that wanted to break through the bondage.

The impulse reached its limit, and finally, the balloon burst.

It was like an instant rush into the white waves, and the surging clouds and mist instantly engulfed the two of them, and the clouds and mist that had lost their strength and support were rapidly dissipating. When everything was gone, in the midst of the huge depression, a strange boy with a whole body of vegetarian appeared.

The seemingly thin young man showed a ferocity that made the two of them uneasy, and a low roar that could not be refused sounded in his ears: "Hand over Nezha's soul!" Sacrifice to my teacher! Otherwise die! ”

With a bitter hatred and a curse that poured out all his own, this is the avenger who has nothing, Shijimen: Caiyun Boy!

―――――――――――――――――――――― what is it that makes those stupid guys go to their deaths without regard for the consequences?

Money, or greed, never-ending greed.

Ma Liang didn't understand any of these things, so he couldn't understand those who were always trying to imprison him or snatch away the magic pen.

Among them were those who had been helped by Ma Liang, officials who had been ordered by the emperor, and greedy, who had gathered from all over the country.

These ambitious and stupid people weave a web that they can't break free, binding Ma Liang and Liang Chengcheng into it.

Every city was plastered with notices that wanted them: capture Ma Liang alive, a reward of 100 taels, a bonus, and 2,000 households.

A slightly ridiculous atmosphere permeated the bulletin board, and this kind of reward that was so ordinary that it made people blush to the extreme was a bit funny at the moment, and anyone who understood the value of Ma Liang would not hand him over so easily. Once you have that magic pen, you can take anything by yourself, even the throne that is high up and represents the highest authority in the world is not a problem.

"That's why I won't hand you over so easily."

Liang Chengcheng spat a mouthful of bloody spit on the ground, showed a slightly awkward smile, pulled Ma Liang behind him and said, "You are a very valuable treasure, understand?" ”

Ignoring the countless scale-armored sergeants around him, the web of heaven and earth has been weaved. Under a tight blockade, flies have not been able to break away from the dense army, let alone two people?

Ma Liang, who was trying to hold back his tears, lowered his head, unable to speak, and his palms trembled.

He doesn't know how to kill, and he can't learn it, and he tries hard to help Liang Chengyi, but he will only get in the way. And Liang Chengcheng is not willing to throw this cruel burden to Ma Liang. A madman who hates the whole world, it is enough to have one.

With the shouts of the generals behind the crowd, the dense arrows were aimed at the crazy man who was in front of Ma Liang's body.

With a wave of his hand, a rain of arrows will stab Liang Cheng into a funny hedgehog.

"Are you afraid?" Liang Chengcheng lowered his head, his voice was full of sleepiness and confusion as before, indifferent and cold—under the stimulation of external factors, the personality that had appeared once in the main god space once again occupied the most important position.

Ma Liang swallowed: "Some." ”

"Then just close your eyes." The temporarily awake madman raised his head to look at the sun, his indifferent eyes stabbed by the intensity of the sunlight, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

In the next moment, it was as if hundreds of luthiers were playing the most complex pieces, and the continuous sound of bowstrings converged like a swarm of arrows flying into the sky, and then making a subtle sound, huddled together, and fell downwards in swarms.

Ma Liang's trembling palm was suddenly grasped by a hand that seemed to be burning, and then, a black picture scroll spread out in an instant, and the palm that held the magic pen was grasped by Liang Chengcheng, dragging him into his chaotic world.

This is the ugliness of the whole world, and if you can't draw, then I'll drag you in and show you.

You don't need recognition, but you have to know how dark it really is.

It's not enough to know the so-called beauty, only after understanding the ugliest things will you understand how cruel the world you are changing is.

In just two or three seconds, under the drag of Liang Chengcheng, it seems that the bloody and red-dyed hellscape was born out of nothing, self-contained, between two or three strokes, the charm was achieved, and the breathless depression escaped.

Ma Liang held his breath, trying to remember the filthy darkness that Liang Chengcheng showed him, and let his magic pen bring out the extreme ugliness.

Dense arrows rained down from the sky, while the blood-smelling wind spread from the very center of the array.

In the next moment, the spiritual realm of the riot was fully opened, and the despair and fear that had accumulated in Liang Chengcheng's mind for a long time condensed into an entity with the help of the magic pen. Ugly monsters emerge from nothingness, writhing and letting out a frenzied roar.

With the help of the magic pen in Ma Liang's hand that didn't make any sense at all, the world seemed to be dyed blood red in an instant. Anyone who dared to rush within 100 meters of Liang Chengcheng found himself falling into the whirlpool of darkness, and the surrounding comrades-in-arms turned into ugly monsters in an instant, and the frenzied spiritual power was guided by the magic pen, reality and illusion converged together, stirring up the darkness in everyone's hearts into an ocean that even Liang Chengcheng could not be spared.

This is the spiritual world that can be called Silent Hill, and everyone has to pay for the greed in their hearts that is enough to bury themselves.

Sharp arrows shot at the ugly monster that was born out of nothing, and the body was covered with countless arrows of bloody monsters and man-eating beasts...... The terrible centipede descended from the sky, and the monsters who temporarily survived in this darkness by absorbing the darkness in everyone's hearts were enraged, opened their bloody mouths, and wantonly devoured life.

And at the moment when the bloody realm was completely unfolded, Liang Chengcheng, who was closer to the center than anyone else, had already collapsed, and a trace of blood writhing like a snake core oozed from his facial features.

The only one who remains awake in this dark realm is Ma Liang. He dragged the unconscious Liang Chengcheng and carried it on his shoulder. The tingling in his brain came up one after another, and he clenched the pen in his hand, and trembled to draw a galloping horse that would be enough for the two of them to leave here, and before getting on the horse, he did not forget to fill in a thick wall behind his back.

When he woke up again, the sky was already dark, and the two people covered in blood had unknowingly fallen into the dense forest.

That's fine, at least it won't be found.

He smiled a little helplessly, and carried Liang Chengcheng, who was still unconscious, on his shoulder.

He had never had any experience in the wild, and he didn't know how to do it, but at least he had to find a place where the two of them could rest at ease.

In the darkness, Ma Liang staggered forward, but saw a glimmer of light in the gap between the dense forests that should not be here.

Is there anyone?

A kind of despair rose in his heart, had he fled here, and could not escape from the greed in the hearts of those people?

(To be continued)