I didn't know who he was referring to, but I heard the wind in the air and an indescribably strong smell in my nose.

In my senses, something really broke through the air behind me, maybe it was the "it" in Elder Wen's mouth.

"It" is invisible, otherwise the Red Sleeves and others behind me would have screamed a long time ago. At the same time, "it" is tangible, scratching at the mural with its claws, trying to break through the wall.

"Elder Wen, what is that?" I knew that Elder Wen had no time to answer, but who could I ask without asking him?

I heard the "click" of the claws as they cut into the mural, and it rang in my ears, piercing and terrifying. Also, I felt that "it" was extremely long, like a snake and a dragon, constantly writhing and swimming in the air, and the wind was whining wherever it passed.

The mural can temporarily stop "it", and in the long run, the mural will be broken, and no matter how many handprints there are in the elder's knot, it will be difficult to escape death.

With a bang, the mural shook violently, ejecting me backwards, retreating a dozen steps, and falling into the arms of the Red Sleeves.

There was no trace of "it" in the Golden Room, but I knew that "it" existed, because the claw marks on the mural were rapidly increasing, from a dozen to hundreds, each deeper than the other.

"You all stand back, you all stand back!" Bai Fenfang cried wildly.

In her left hand she held a palette the size of a basin, and the plate was already mixed with seven colors of paint, all of which rippled and splashed with her hurried steps. She has four pens between her right fingers, one in the crook of her right arm, and one behind her left and right ears, for a total of seven pens, corresponding to seven paints.

Everyone could tell that she was going to rush over to finish the mural.

The "Art of Painting Dreams" has the power of channeling spirits, and using painting to fight "it" may be the key to this battle. However, with the white fragrance of the weak body, how can it resist the crazy claws of "it".

"Here comes the sword, here comes the sword!" I shouted.

Xixi was quick and immediately shoved a knife and a sword into my hand.

I rushed forward, and the sword danced into a sword flower, a sword flower, desperately covering Bai Xiangxiang's back. This is the only way to do this in a bad situation where you can't see "it".

"Let's go together!" Xixi, Red Sleeves, Lianchengbi, and Bing'er shouted in unison, each drawing their swords and waving behind me, protecting the white fragrant empty door with me.

Everyone puts life and death aside, I am for everyone, everyone is for me, only by protecting Bai Xiangxiang and giving her the opportunity to complete the mural can she control the opportunity of the battle.

"It" is there, I can feel "it" is there, "it" is so powerful, as if the huge body has filled the entire golden house, even if it swallows several of us together, it will not be able to fill the sky-swallowing mouth of "it".

It doesn't matter what "it" is, what matters is that "it" is not only to break through the wall and kill Elder Wen, but also to threaten everyone's lives.

"Dead ...... Die, this is the time of death for all, die, die, all, this is the great judgment of the last day, I die, you will also die, and all will be equal at the end of time...... Die, for today's death, laugh, laugh, laugh...... Ahahahaha, ahahahaha......" The swallow graffiti, which had been languishing and silent, suddenly jumped up feverishly, dancing with his hands and laughing wildly.

"Give me five hours. Bai Fenfang didn't have time to thank me, and hurriedly said five words.

"Five hours?" I said with a wry smile.

In this chaotic situation, we may not be able to hold on to even five or ten minutes, let alone "five hours"?

"I have to draw a big mind of 'hiding Sumeru with mustard seeds' in order to resolve today's chaos. Bai Fenfang took a deep breath, and her face became extremely incomparable.

Her body no longer trembled, and the palette she held in her left arm became unusually stable.

"Okay, you paint, don't distract, and leave the rest to us. I said.

Bai Fenfang faced the mural, but did not immediately paint, but silently looked at the mutilated part of the mural.

In order to hide the former in the latter, it is necessary to apply the "microscopic miniature" technique to the Chinese painting technique, which is the same as that of the "Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival".

Chinese painting art and calligraphy art all pay attention to the realm of "sparse and impermeable", and what Bai Fenfang has to do now is to concentrate on painting, forget about us behind us, and forget about the "it" that is eyeing it.

Suddenly, Yan Tuya's body rose into the air, standing at the highest point of the Golden House, with his head against the roof.

It is impossible for a man to do such an action, especially if he is seriously injured. The only explanation is that "it" grabbed the swallow graffiti and sent it to the highest place at once.

"Don't waste your time, it's impossible...... White painting god, you want to use the 'dream painting technique' to subdue it, don't dream, it's impossible, it's not a nightmare, it's reality, it's a bloody reality...... It can never be fed, and even if it eats all the people of the city, it will be difficult to fill its desires...... Haha, great, great......" Yan Tuya has long been indifferent to his life and death, and has completely become a madman.

Although Bai Fenfang and I didn't have a detailed conversation, we had a vague spiritual communication. I believe that when the mural is completed, it will have the same effect as the painting in the tunnel, which is the key to subduing "it".

Yan Tuya is rampant in the world with the evil art of "brain-eating art", and there is no place to die, but when he slammed his head and feet on the ground, my heart still "chuckled" suddenly.

In that case, anyone will be thrown "ten thousand peach blossoms", and Yan graffiti will never be an exception. He died, came by magic, and died because of it, leaving the world with all kinds of mysteries.

"Haha, hahaha, hahahaha......" Yan Gexing laughed wildly, and finally was overjoyed, squatting on the ground, slapping the ground with his right palm, making a "pop" sound.

"If you die, the 'Brain-Eating Technique' will ...... Only I know, at least...... It is impossible for anyone to practice this kind of thaumaturgy again in twenty years, haha, you died at the right time, everything is just right, hahaha......" Yan Gexing shouted while laughing, crazy.

When he first entered the city, he behaved in a dignified manner, treated people politely, and was absolutely the best of men, and could capture the hearts of girls anywhere. Now, it is really surprising that he is so obscene and cheap for the sake of "brain-eating technique" and "guinea centipede".

As soon as Yan Tuya dies, the next target of "it" should be Yan Gexing.

I gazed at the top of the Golden House and quickly sensed where "it" was going.

"It" is hidden in the air, invisible to the naked eye, but when I listen to the movement in the air, I can still perceive that every time "it" moves, it brings a rustling wind.

Obviously, "it" had swooped down from a high place and pounced on Yan Gexing.

"Boom, boom", Yan Gexing made a strange cry of "Tianzhu centipede" in his arms.

In an instant, "it" retreated, hovering above Yan Tuya's corpse.

"That thing is afraid of the 'guinea centipede!'" I secretly breathed a sigh of relief. As long as there is something that can fight against "it", our side will not be left to slaughter.

"Mount Meru is more than 10,000 feet high, and the mustard seeds are very small and almost invisible. Now I want to hide Mount Meru with mustard seeds, and the difficult place is like a needle-tip miniature carving. There is no absolute, only relative. The difficulty of the Shu road is difficult to go to the blue sky, but the Shu people dig the plank road and turn the cliff into a smooth road. Yu, a weak girl of the Bai family, with a fragrant name, inherits the miraculous skills of her ancestors, works hard since she was a child, practices day and night, and does not dare to be lazy and perfunctory. At the age of twelve, he became a technician, and apprenticed to the masters of Tsinghua University and Peking University in the north, looking for immortals in Tianjin, Shanghai, Nankai, and Fudan scholars, obsessed with pen and ink, even in dreams, he did not dare to forget the admonitions of his ancestors. Today's things are urgent and embarrassing, and I have to dare to paint, if there is a slight mistake, a thousand miles of error, I hope that the ancestors and ancestors are on top, with supreme insight, for the younger generations to guide the maze, must achieve today's things, and complete its work in a battle. Here, the younger generations are fragrant, grateful for the miraculous skills of the magic pen, and thank the ancestors and ancestors. After Bai Fenfang finished speaking, she bent down and put down the palette and brush, straightened her clothes, knelt down, and respectfully kowtowed to the mural four times in a row, and each time her forehead touched the ground, making a "dong dong" sound.

I know that when any kind of skill reaches an extremely high level, it will enter the idealistic realm of "mystical and mysterious, and the door of all wonders", and then maintain the unique rituals of each sect.

Only the respect and worship of the skill can be immersed in it and reach a height that others cannot reach in their eternal lives.

Bai Fenfang's solemn confession also infected me, and I thought to myself: "I still can't comprehend the ancestral skills of the Xia clan, is it related to my lack of respect for my ancestors?"

Today, the Xia family does not even have a formal ancestral hall or offering hall. Except for my grandfather, all the ancestors who passed away have disappeared, let alone burned paper at the grave to worship. In this case, it is fortunate that the ancestor does not blame me under the Nine Springs, and he still dares to have the magic skills of the Xia clan?

"Stop. I commanded, and lowered my sword first.

Now, I clearly feel that "it" has slowly withdrawn from the Golden House.

"It's" retreat, not from the door, but in all directions, slowly disappearing like smoke. However, I don't dare to take it lightly, "it" can kill people suddenly, and its threat will always be there.

"Just now-" As soon as Red Sleeves said two words, he immediately realized that he should be silenced, and immediately lowered his voice to the lowest, "Just now, what was it that killed Yan Tuya?"

No one but me could answer the question, for the rest of them had bewilderment written all over their faces.

"There was an invisible monster appearing, like a serpent or a dragon, and the marks on this mural were left by it. It once lifted the swallow graffiti to the highest point, and then pulled it down, which caused the current situation. Now, it's gone like smoke, but it's definitely coming back. I explained in a low voice.

I walked forward and took more than a dozen steps away from Bai Fenfang, not only not to affect her concentration on painting, but also to kill her back at any time and protect her with all my might.

"Elder Wen is behind the mural?" asked Bing'er.

She was on the same side as Elder Wen, so she cared more about Elder Wen's whereabouts than anyone else.

I looked at her and was silent.

According to the principle of "equivalent exchange", I can also ask Bing'er some questions at this moment, such as the agreement between her, Elder Wen and Lian Chengbi, such as the unique secret between her and Elder Wen...... I know that she must have a lot of secrets in her heart, related to the beggars, and also related to the key topic of "virgin sacrifice".

"You don't really have to answer me, just like I'm not prepared to answer any of your questions. Bing'er guessed my mind and replied coldly.

Her name is "Bing'er", and this cold and inviolable appearance is indeed as good as her name.

I sighed: "I answer your questions without asking any questions." Elder Wen was behind the mural, but the environment he was in, you probably wouldn't expect—"

Suddenly, I found the crux of the problem, and all the confusion in my heart suddenly became clear.

I looked back and saw that Bai Fenfang had already picked up the palette and picked up the paintbrush. This time, instead of looking at the mural from a distance of three steps, she approached the mural with her forehead pressed against it, similar to what I had just looked.

In that posture, she should be able to hear not only the voice of the elder, but also see him meditating in the crab navel, just like me.

"Behind the mural leads to Elder Wen's house?" asked Redsleeves first.

I shook my head: "What you said is completely a matter of the 'surface world', thinking that behind the mural must be a passage, and at the end of the passage must be Elder Wen's house - wrong, all wrong, Elder Wen is behind the mural, but behind the mural is not a passage, but his hiding place." Moreover, the place does not exist in physical form, but in the spiritual form of the 'inner world'. ”

These words are all my understanding of the "crab navel", the "Hangzhou Leifeng Pagoda Battle" was earth-shattering, and the green and white snakes finally chased the Fahai monk to the sky and the ground, so they had to hide in the "crab navel".

If the "crab navel" is a physical existence, then the two green and white snakes already have the power to drive the three rivers and four sea tribes, and they can still find the Fahai monk? Then, the reason why the two snakes can't find him is because he has disappeared outside the physical world and the surface world, and has entered the spiritual world and the inner world.

Just like Elder Wen now, he is in the crab navel, and the crab navel is in the mural, and he has long been out of the real world.

"What now, what are we going to do?" asked Redsleeves.

"Wait, wait for the white painting god to finish this painting. I said.

Since Bai Fenfang confessed to the mural, she has entered a state of self-forgetfulness. None of us dared to disturb her anymore, and in front of such a master of painting, any language would be superfluous.

The battle was temporarily suspended, leaving only two corpses in the field, Qi Mei and Yan Tuya.

"It" will come back, and there will be people who will die under the strange power of "it" in the future, but at this moment, cowardice and retreat can't save themselves, and the wisest choice is to hold on.

Bing'er walked up to me and whispered apologetically, "It was really me just now...... With the heart of a villain, I thought you would blackmail me into submitting a change of conditions. I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, there are a lot of secret agreements between me and Elder Wen, and I can't tell outsiders, I hope you can understand and don't be angry with me. ”

Of course, I wasn't mad at her, and when it came to the beggars, it became a privacy within the gang. As far as the beggars are concerned, I am an outsider, so naturally I should not know those secrets.

"I'm thinking too much. I shook my head.

Bing'er pointed to Bai Fenfang and the mural: "Mr. Xia, if it's convenient, I would like to ask you to tell me about Elder Wen's current state." If the strong enemy retreats, if he is all right, shouldn't he come out to join us? Even if there is a distinction between the 'outer world' and the 'inner world', then he can enter there, and he can leave there?"

Bai Fenfang still hasn't started writing, and we have no choice but to wait quietly.

Painting needs inspiration, especially the beginning part, if the structure is wrong, it is impossible to change it later.

"He can't get out, and he doesn't want to come out. I replied.

I don't know much about Elder Wen, but I generally feel that he is a person who will do whatever it takes to achieve his goals. Of course, in today's society, only such people can succeed and sit on the throne of admiration.

"I ...... Thank you, Mr. Xia. Bing'er wanted to speak and stopped.

"If there's anything you want to say, just say it. I'm afraid that in the end, I won't have a chance to say something I want to say. I sighed.

Actually, I am pessimistic about the future, because the schools of thaumaturgists are so broad, and all kinds of thaumaturgy are endless, all of which are above the knowledge of ordinary people. For example, like Yan Tuya, who has the evil art of "eating brains", has money, power, and power, and can ravage the people at will without any legal punishment.

On the other hand, the state security department does not have effective means to restrain thaumaturgists, and can only deal with individual cases on a case-by-case basis, which is extremely inefficient.

It is really dangerous to allow such a large number of people with extraordinary abilities to live in seclusion on the rivers and lakes.

The rivers and lakes have their own rules, the weak eat the strong, and the skills are self-respecting, all of which have happened countless times in history. When this chaotic development of disorder reaches the extreme, there will be violent bloodshed such as rings, exterminations, and violent bloodshed such as the fight of nine gangs, eight factions and seventeen alliances.

The top priority at the moment is to have someone stand up, maintain order, hoe the strong and help the weak, and restore the rules of the rivers and lakes to the era of "humble gentlemen and gentle as jade". At that time, the more masterful he was, the more humble and low-key he was, and he would never cause trouble. Usually, these masters are carefully hidden, never show their faces, and live a good life like ordinary people.

Only when the thaumaturgists can "put their swords and guns in the warehouse, and put their horses in the South Mountain" and completely quell the fierce and fierce hearts, will they end the chaos they have brought to the world.