The monk still has a few taels of fat on his body, it must be him. At this time, the surrounding environment is even worse than just now, the whole space is gloomy, and there is ink all around, and nothing can be seen clearly.

So much ink also forms an unpleasant smell in the air - no matter how fragrant it is, it will feel uncomfortable after smelling it for a long time, Qin Mu is like this, the ink fragrance is good, but such an overwhelming ink fragrance can only make Qin Mu feel like he is about to suffocate, but he can't feel anything else.

Qin Mu touched the soft thing again, and it was determined that it was a monk, because there was no problem with his enchantment, the outside thing must be blocked outside the enchantment, and Qin Mu's surroundings, except for the monk is ink, there was no one else.

"You stand still, I'll come here." Qin Mu instructed, at this time, the visibility of the surroundings was already quite low, and he couldn't see anything clearly, compared to just now, he could only see clearly by putting his hand in front of his eyes.

I don't know why, when Qin Mu had obviously determined the monk's location, when he began to lean over, he had obviously reached Cheng Dù who could be seen, but he still couldn't see the monk's face.

"Nima, hell, I'm going to kiss when I stick it like this......" Qin Mu couldn't help but say.

As soon as the words fell, all the ink around him suddenly disappeared, and what Qin Mu was holding with his hands was the long skirt and the frosty Hua Wuyue.

This fright can be said to be not light, the consequence of Qin Mu's fright is that this guy didn't think about it, he waved his fist over, and Hua Wuyue was also stunned, and when Qin Mu was about to touch himself, he suddenly disappeared in place.

Qin Mu threw himself into the air and almost fell to the ground, and when he turned around again, he didn't see Hua Wuyue's shadow, but a cloud of ink that kept writhing in the air.

"Dare to spoil me!" Hua Wuyue's cold voice echoed in the air, and now the whole room has been restored to its original state, all the ink has been squeezed into a ball by Hua Wuyue, constantly writhing in mid-air, this painting has been enchanted for a lot of time, and an alternative storage like her still has some peculiar abilities and cultivation.

There was a sad ** from the ink, Qin Mu was at a loss, it was the first time he had faced such a thing, ah, of course, the shadow ghost was also one, but the shadow ghost itself had already mutated, and it was completely different from the one in front of him.

The monk sat paralyzed next to him, completely frightened, and just now Hua Wuyue suddenly appeared and scared him a lot.

"Qin Mu, your enchantment ......" The monk looked at the ink that was constantly writhing in the air in a daze, and after a while, he reacted and couldn't help but say.

"It's not ......broken," Qin Mu said dumbfoundedly, looking at the ink that was constantly writhing in the air, the ink seemed to be squeezed by something, gradually shrinking, Qin Mu knew that if this ink really disappeared, then the ink dye would also disappear.

"Hurry up, find a way, this thing is almost gone." Qin Mu was completely panicked.

The gourd monk was also in a hurry: "Nima, you ask me, who am I going to ask, aren't you a witch?" It's the first time I've encountered this thing.,Painting charm or something.,The first time.,What kind of horse is a magic pen Ma Liang.,The things that are painted are alive.。 ”

"Maleon? Maleon? Qin Mu muttered and repeated the words of the gourd monk, suddenly became excited, and repeated in a loud voice: "Magic pen Ma Liang? ”

"You...... Are you okay? The monk looked at Qin Mu's appearance as if something was wrong, and suddenly his eyes changed when he looked at Qin Mu, and he secretly moved towards the door, as if Qin Mu was going to flee with the slightest movement.

"It's okay, haha, thank you, Magic Pen Ma Liang...... Hahaha...... "Qin Mu directly grabbed the scroll on the table and greeted the ball of ink.

The monk touched his shiny head and muttered, "What do you mean?" ”

Qin Mu's mind monk estimated that he couldn't even think of it, when the magic pen Ma Liang was filmed into a 3D animation, Qin Mu followed Xiaobai to see a lot, when the magic pen Ma Liang was trapped in a ball of ink, the friends said, leave Ma Liang's ink on the paper, then Ma Liang will not disappear, if the ink disappears, Ma Liang will disappear.

At this time, Qin Mu thought of the same way, if the ink is collected in the scroll, if the ink disappears, then the ink dyeing will naturally not be stored, but the only way to preserve the ink, except for the ink bottle, is paper.

The only one who knew Qin Mu's intentions was probably Hua Wuyue, and before Qin Mu rushed in the direction of the ink, a strong thrust suddenly condensed in the air, making Qin Mu unable to move, and he paused in mid-air.

Seeing that the ball of ink was getting less and less, and the cry of ink dyeing was getting smaller and smaller, Qin Mu was anxious, and the invisible resistance in the air made this thing suddenly become hot and angry, not to mention that it was a sonic boom.

The gourd monk was about to go up to help, but he was directly stunned by Qin Mu's sonic boom.

The resistance in the air seemed to stagnate, and under such a gap, Qin Mu turned his head in the air and directly wrapped the ink with the painting scroll.

"Death to the erector!" The whole air seemed to be frozen, Qin Mu turned around, and saw Hua Wuyue standing in mid-air with an expressionless face, it was the place where resistance appeared, her whole person was suspended in mid-air, and her body was even dripping with water.

With her angry shout, a water dragon quickly condensed from her back, and fiercely pounced towards Qin Mu, to be exact, towards the picture scroll in Qin Mu's arms.

Water can dilute the ink, and the diluted ink dye will be taken away by this water dragon, at that time, even if Qin Mu wants to save the ink dye, there will be no chance, the picture scroll will definitely be torn apart by the water, and even a slag will not be found at that time.

Qin Mu didn't have the demon spirit space of the red lotus, so he had to open the solid golden soup on his body, it seemed a bit wasteful to use the solid golden soup like this, he quickly rolled up the picture scroll, and when he rolled the picture scroll, he found that the ink dye had changed back to its original appearance, but there were some depictions of the scenery in the picture scroll, and now it was no longer clear.

It seems that the ink has shrunk a lot, and it still has a great impact on the charm of painting.

Qin Mu rolled up the scroll in a panic and sandwiched it under the armpits, and under the attack of the water dragon, they all began to collapse, and they were about to disappear.

Qin Mu was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly picked up the judge's pen, he didn't expect the other party's water dragon to be so realistic, and the time was so long, Qin Mu was not to be outdone, he drew the runes very quickly, but it was not aimed at the water dragon in front of him.

Since Qin Mu was drawing in the solid golden soup, the space he had was so large, and the runes he drew were extremely simple, and the water dragon kept hitting his solid golden soup, but Qin Mu's figure disappeared in place strangely after drawing the runes.