Dragons have spirits, this is the norm.

"Compare me to the sea breeze?"

The old demon laughed negatively, not afraid of danger, and with the finishing touch, the dragon roared, penetrating the entire sea, and countless marine creatures trembled and trembled.

"A real dragon!?"

The old man looked at the tsunami, and there was a lifelike black dragon circling, almost breaking his liver and gall.

It's a real dragon!!

He was sure that this was absolutely a true dragon, a real, living, flesh-and-blood dragon!

"Is this your hole card......

Lin Yi smacked his tongue secretly, looked up at the black dragon in the sky, and couldn't help but squint his eyes, "The law of creation, ......"

The law, create!

In the Hongmeng galaxy, there are three thousand avenues, and creation is one of the laws, and it is also a very special law!

It is different from darkness and light.

Of course, it is not comparable to the darkness and light, the darkness and the light, which are orderly and predestined, and cannot be reversed.

Creation is the opposite.

There are no rules, no competition, and Tianjiao, who has comprehended this law, can do whatever he wants within a certain range of ability.

"Ahem......!!"

Qiu Lao Mo coughed up several mouthfuls of black blood, which was enough to show how much effort and cost it cost him to draw this black dragon!

This should be the limit of his ability.

"Withered ......"

Suddenly, Qiu Lao Mo calmly muttered these two words to himself, with such a calm and confident expression, as if he had changed a person.

At the same time,

On his face, it was as if there was another face that was constantly changing.

It's weird.

It is said that there is such a child, named Xu Dan, whose parents died early, and relatives, friends, and even neighbors all died in a chaos.

Luckily, he survived.

followed an old Shanghe.

The old monk didn't care about him, he just gave him the cultivation method, occasionally promoted two sentences, and didn't care about other things.

Xu Dan, a child, just lives by collecting firewood and cutting grass.

Barely enough to eat.

He was poor and helpless, with nothing but a rough black brush.

He hated a man.

I want to put it all in all directions, and catch up with every place, or even surpass that person!

He began to learn to draw.

Untaught, self-taught.

Year after year, Xu Dan's study of painting has never been interrupted.

The four walls of his cave are painted with overlapping paintings, and the twist flowers are all paintings.

The progress is also very fast, and if it is true, the birds that are drawn will almost not be able to call, and the fish that will be drawn will almost not be able to swim.

He drew a little hen at the entrance of the village,

In the sky above the entrance of the village, there are eagles circling all day long.

He drew a black-haired wolf behind the mountain, which frightened the cattle and sheep from grazing behind the mountain.

One night, Xu Dan lay in the cave.

Because he had been working and painting all day, he was already very tired, and as soon as he lay down, he fell asleep in a daze.

At some point, half-asleep, he heard someone calling out to him.

Hurried voice after voice...... Some scared him.

When I opened my eyes again, there was nothing.

The sound also stopped abruptly, and dissipated in an instant.

He didn't think much about it and then turned over and fell asleep again, but after that night, he was able to paint it again, but the things he painted were like machines, almost without thoughts and ideas of their own, like a puppet.

The old monk found out.

His face changed drastically, and he tried to dissuade Xu Dan to stop, throw away the pen, and stop drawing.

And then

The old monk died.

Xu Dan looked down at his hands, puzzled, he didn't know why, he killed the old monk inexplicably, and he didn't understand why...... After killing the old monk, he didn't feel guilty or flustered at all.

He felt that he was cold.

That power didn't belong to him, if it was just him, it would be impossible for ten thousand to kill the old monk.

"Who are you?" asked Xu Dan.

The other party's answer also made him puzzled without any knowledge and education-

"Pen Ling, Ma Liang. ”

Xu Dan remembered this name, and with his travels, he had long forgotten who his surname was, but called himself Qiu, and people were in awe of this ruthless old devil.

It's been a long time.

Qiu Lao Mo's painting skills are rising more and more.

One person, one stroke, I don't know how many young talents and the pride of the sky have been killed.

He almost stepped on the heads of 10,000 people, step by step to get to where he is today.

"Get on your knees. ”

The old demon said with a very majestic indifferent voice.

Airplanes......

Lin Yi's ears were buzzing, and his divine sense seemed to have been violently attacked, and he almost bled from his seven orifices.

"You...... It's not a dog!" Lin Yi said with difficulty.

Qiu Lao Mo's face was expressionless, he waved his pen and painted in the air, "The tide is receding." ”

Boom——!

The raging tide that had originally piled up into a mountain suddenly gradually receded, and the ocean returned to its long-lost calm.

Just because ......

He painted a picture of the calm sea!

"Spirit-possessed?"

Lin Yi's pupils shrank, and he caught this in an instant.

Although, he still didn't understand what kind of sacredness the spirit body that occupied the old demon's body was sacred, which could be seen from the current power...... Not to be underestimated!

"Do you have to kill him......"

Lin Yi groaned a little, he knew very well that the only way to break this situation was to kill the old demon.

Kill him, the spirit in his body will also dissipate, not to say that he will definitely die, but it can also make that spirit no threat to him.

"Roar!!"

Just as Lin Yi thought of this, the black dragon swept over and soared down!

"Bloodstep!"

Lin Yi sacrificed blood, dodged several positions in an instant, and stopped on the head of the black dragon, thus staggering the precipitousness of this move.

The dragon looked up. ”

The calm voice in the old demon's body sounded again.

With the moment he put down his brush, the black dragon, which had already bitten down in an instant, stopped in the air, looked back at the moon, and suddenly raised his head towards Lin Yi above it, grinning his teeth!

At this moment, Lin Yi's heart almost stopped.

"Be careful!!"

The wine that had just arrived, panting and exclaiming, reminded.

Lin Yi did not retreat, but advanced, bent over, bent over, held the hilt of the sword in his hand, and held the scabbard in the other five hands, leaned over and bent into a bow, ready to go!

Shake, shake again!

There are thousands of dislocations in the body, and it seems that he has been staying in the sky and not moving, but it seems to be ...... He's already moved a thousand steps.

"Ghost !!"

Suddenly, in the distant galaxy overhead, there was a strange and piercing faint and mysterious cry, like the sound of the bottom of the sea at a depth of 10,000 meters.

It's frightening, it makes people's scalp tingle.

That's the sky whimpering!

Even the galaxy was trembling, terrified of this extremely terrifying sword intent!

Walking in the starry sky, it seems so slow, so vulnerable.

He walked too slowly, like an old man in the twilight.

It's like an old man who is about to live his life, at the last moment before he died, he returned to the light and walked so far away, but he took a few steps very close, very difficult, very slow, very slow......

But......

In the eyes of the old man who was always vigilant and watching the battle on his side, it was amazingly fast!

It's unbelievably fast!

It's so fast that you can't catch any tracks, it's like this guy isn't moving at all!

"Good swordsmanship. ”

Old Demon Qiu couldn't help but praise him, but his tone didn't change at all, he was still so calm, indifferent, and calm.

Crossing the black dragon and stepping on the dragon's head, Lin Yi went alone towards the old demon who kept painting!

"The pen walks the dragon and snake. ”

Hatred of the Old Devil...... No, to be precise, the spirit inside him, which had already been painted.

A poisonous snake was poking its head out from behind him.

"Silk ......"

The poisonous snake spit out the letter, constantly warning Lin Yi, who was slashing the sword.

"Go ahead, little one. Old Demon Qiu smiled slightly.

Tear ——!

The poisonous snake is as fast as lightning, compared to the strength of the dragon, speed, is its biggest advantage, and it is also its instinct!

But......

Lin Yi didn't hide at all!

He clutched the hilt of the sword, never let go, and the pace of killing never changed.

"Huh?"

Qiu Lao Mo's brows furrowed slightly, as if he had made a mistake in judgment about Lin Yi's crazy actions.

"Come, see if you snake can kill me. ”

Lin Yi whispered to himself, rubbing shoulders with poisonous snakes, the sharp pain of countless shoulder bites, and grinned, "If you can't, then ...... You lose. ”

Fall.

Abruptly, defenselessly, without warning, he withdrew his sword!

And then,

A tattered rope he took out of nowhere trapped the stunned old demon firmly in place.

Motionless, motionless.

......

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