The front of the turbid black tentacle is a smooth dark purple leather table, but the back has many holes with a diameter of one meter. Everyone didn't notice the existence of those holes, but when Shicai's painting accidentally slashed down, it directly strayed into a hole, which immediately caused the tentacles to shatter, and those paintings who had been paying attention to their movements were like tricks.

Driven by the painting, more and more scrolls burst out of the shield and crashed into the holes of the tentacles.

Suddenly, the tragic bloody scene was unfolded, and countless tentacles splashed dark purple slurry in all directions after the scroll rushed into the hole. Those picture scrolls that had penetrated into the tentacles, when they were sprayed out by the dark purple venom, some of them were muttered, and they couldn't hear them clearly. They faced the evil deity, struggling to run back, but they never escaped the fate of death.

"Stop!" exclaimed.

He was forced to take charge of the painting ridge, and the suppression of group painting was only to stabilize his position. Only now seeing those paintings desperate to eliminate the tentacles of the turbid water made him sigh.

Hearing that the evil venerable drank it, those paintings that were still about to move and were on the verge of hesitation all stopped moving.

Life and death, not everyone can choose at will without hesitation. Death is easy, but abandoning everything to die is the path that every life-sparing person is most unwilling to choose.

Even if I know that I can't leave the painting ridge in my lifetime, there are still some paintings in the painting ridge, but I still have the last luck in my heart, and I don't want to die with the tentacles of the turbid water.

Those tentacles kept sucking on the lifeblood of the painting ridge - ink, which was the most important reason why the previous paintings that had generously died died with them. In this dark painting ridge, there is some friendship between the paintings, so that some of the paintings are between life and death, and choose to exchange their own death for the lives of the rest.

But the fearless death, but it can't solve the crisis at this time. In some of the paintings, the tentacles on the painting ridge are less than one-seventh or eighth. The tentacles standing a little farther away are more like pillars that stand tall and strong, constantly stopping in place to absorb the ink color of the painting ridge.

"Lord, if we don't get rid of the tentacles, we will have no way out!" said the tattered painting coiled from the ink that lingered around the evil venerable.

With the power of the evil venerable, the paintings that imprison it with ink all the year round are mostly people with deep evil thoughts. Su Rili was worried that he would not pay attention to it, and indulged those paintings for evil, so he tightly tied them up in the ink.

But at this time, because the three souls and six spirits of the evil venerable were all poisoned, its binding force on those paintings naturally dropped to zero. After those paintings lost their shackles, they were not in a hurry to leave, and now there is obviously not much way out for the paintings, they were once notorious and intelligent, and naturally they are also light on the current situation.

"Turbid water is in the ...... In stopping us from flushing into the sewage...... "Evil Venerable said.

The words of those paintings splashed with poisonous water are vague, but the complete words pieced together are transmitted to him through the ink before the scroll disappears. After reading the intention of the sewage black, the evil venerable was obviously shocked, so he ignored the poison in his body and drank his strength to prevent the paintings from going to meaningless death.

However, that loud shout also intensified the spread of black poison in the evil venerable's body, and at this time, he wanted to finish his words, but he couldn't.

The evil venerable's eyes immediately turned to Shen Moli, and then used the last of his strength to reluctantly wave his sleeves.

A storm with great gravitational force formed from the middle of his sleeve, which instantly swept Shen Moli into it, avoiding the tentacles and heading away.

"Catch me!" Seeing the situation, Shi Thief stretched out his hand to rescue Shen Moli, but he accidentally threw himself into the air.

The storm was so strong that in the blink of an eye, it was gone. Even though Shi Thief wanted to chase the wind and save people, the rapid wind speed was far from being able to catch up with him without sacrificing his magic power.

Countless tentacles suddenly rose from the ground as if they smelled the breath of the deed person hidden in the storm, and rushed towards Shen Moli.

"You let her be a bait to lure away the muddy water black?" Shi peeked at the tentacles chasing after him, glared at the evil venerable in disbelief, and hurriedly chased the tentacles.

The ruthlessness of the evil venerable made Shi Thief want to rush forward and beat him up. However, in front of Shen Moli, everything else became no longer important to the stone thief.

In the midst of the storm, Shen Moli, who was in the eye of the storm, was not affected by the storm in the slightest. If it is deliberate, the eye of the storm is calm, and there is not even the slightest breeze. Through the tyrannical wind, Shen Moli could vaguely see the scene of the painting ridge where the wind passed.

It was originally a fantasy painting ridge of Vientiane, but at this time, Vientiane had long been exhausted, and there was no trace of life on the collapsed earth. Those tentacles that moved when they heard the wind, within the eye of the eye, all slapped Shen Moli who wanted to catch the storm.

The storm was extremely fast and skillfully avoiding the tentacles, and it did not spin around, and went straight forward. Around the tentacles, countless dark purple poisonous gases were deliberately accelerating and spreading poisonous gases, and they were blown away by the storm.

Shen Moli tried to find an exit from the storm and break out of the eye of the storm, but he couldn't break it because of the power of the demonic path hidden in the wind. Although the Storm Dodge Tentacles are dexterous, she really doesn't want to tie her life to the Storm. This blow and block were all out of his own way, which made Shen Moli inevitably feel a little worried.

The swirling wind blew on the scarred earth, and I don't know how long it took for it to finally show signs of weakening.

Seeing the slowing down of the wind, Shen Moli sacrificed his spiritual power to isolate himself from the outside world, so as to avoid the weakening of the wind and the poisonous gas mixed in the wind from invading his body.

Looking at the empty ground below, Shen Moli activated his aura and explored the state of the soul power in his body. After she lost her memory, she did not have a comprehensive understanding of her cultivation ability, and if the storm stopped on the flat ground, the open space with nowhere to hide would undoubtedly be a huge challenge to Shen Moli.

The momentum of the storm slowed down very quickly, and when it was almost gone, it suddenly blew around the rotating eye of the wind, if it was to confuse the sight of the turbid water.

At the same moment when the storm blew away, the eye of the wind seemed to be conscious, and pulled Shen Moli to the area below the flat ground.

The empty flat ground quietly cracked a crack under the point of the eye of the storm in code, and then quickly closed after the eye of the storm entered.

The wind blew for a moment, and finally stopped in an unremarkable place. As the wind stopped, Shen Moli stopped and looked around.

This is a low valley in the painting ridge, the stone wall in the valley is flat, and there are countless ink-colored crystals on the wall, constantly shining with a faint glow.

Smooth and smooth spar, if the stone surface is oiled, people can not climb up with the spar. There is no trace on the stone, only a dark hole is hidden not far away.

It is said that it is a dark hole, and there is a beam of light looming in the cave, as if guiding people who come here to enter the cave.

There are a few mountain stones scattered on the flat ground outside the cave, and the magic power is not exhausted, it should be the work of the first and last few days of the demon worshipper.

Approaching the entrance of the cave, Shen Moli picked up a mountain stone that had not disappeared, kneaded his fingertips, and always felt a sense of déjà vu.