I have to say that the scenery in the painting is beautiful, the grass is soft and the wind is comfortable, and it is really a good refuge resort just by looking at it. Its bright scenery is in stark contrast to the dangerous ink painting outside the painting.

After Shen Moli entered the painting, the grass demon noticed the wonderfulness of the unicorn painting. The vivid and smooth lines outline every legend in the painting. The dazzling colors that surpass reality merge with each other in the painting and compete for victory.

The painting is as exquisite as a fairyland, so that the grass demon can't wait to raise his legs, and follows Shen Moli straight into the painting.

"This painting is too dangerous, my demon realm is low, why don't you let me enter your painting, so as not to hold you back? The Grass Demon pleaded.

"My paintings are not accessible to everyone. The world inside the painting is transformed by my memory of knowing the sea. This demon entered it, and the wind and sun inside would suddenly change the sky, becoming a realm of ice and fire. The unicorn politely refused.

The more people in the painting, the more likely it is difficult to escape. This loses money to buy and sell, and it definitely doesn't do it.

"I'm grass, but I'm not a demon yet. This has just entered the middle-level demon path, and existence is equal to nothing. It's just a small breath that your powerful sea of consciousness can't detect. Even if I found out, I might just be a grass pill and pop me out of the picture. "The grass demon is still unwilling to fight.

"It's better to say that horse manure is more appropriate. If you enter its painting and come out again, you will become the lump that comes out of its belly. Mojia patted the Grass Demon on the shoulder and said.

He is not often sarcastic, but the grass demon is not deeply involved in the world, and it is difficult to wake up the grass demon with ordinary principles, and the threat of some evil sects can quickly wake up the grass demon.

Hearing the words of the end of the armor, the grass demon couldn't help but make up the picture of the unicorn biting him and eating sweetly. He snapped into alarm and took a few steps back.

"It's so comfortable outside the painting that it's not uncommon for me to hide in the painting like a turtle with a shrunken head. No matter how shrunk this is, if you want to kill the turtle, you can still cut off its head with a pull of the neck. The grass demon pretended to be calm.

"The turtle shrunk its head, at least to avoid death. And you have no shell, no matter how you stretch out, you will still be exposed to be slaughtered. If you don't feel at ease with me, we might as well go our separate ways. The unicorn probed.

He had hoped to get rid of the two grass demons and take Shen Moli alone. Now the grass demon said that it was negative, but it gave it an excuse to leave.

"Cheng, you ...... go" Grass Demon was halfway through his words, when he saw the unicorn impatiently fleeing down the mountain.

"Wait, you can go, leave her behind. "Mojia is silent if the ghost is silent, and quietly blocks the unicorn's way.

The swift and silent speed of the wind immediately stopped the unicorn's footsteps. It stared up and down at the seemingly non-threatening Mojia, obviously unaware that Mojia still had the power of the Desolation in his body.

Fighting against the divine power of the wilderness, the unicorn knows that it has no chance of winning. Its eyes flickered, and it had a plan for the end armor that suddenly broke out in the way.

"How many times do you have to say it before you can remember it! I'm running out of fairy energy, and I'm not able to pull her out of the painting. The unicorn pointed to Shen Moli, who had been sitting in the painting and cultivating at some point.

In the battle with Mohu, Li Lie's vibration made Fu Jiyuan block it with the power of his soul, and the wound that was very close to Shen Moli's atrium opened again.

If the trauma is not blocked in time, in this wilderness, I am afraid that before a doctor can be found for treatment, the blood in Shen Moli's body will be lost first.

"She's seriously injured?" the unicorn asked in surprise as he looked at Shen Moli's atrium and the red blood oozing his clothes.

The remaining two, looking at Shen Moli's bloodless face in the painting through the picture, were also shocked.

The wound that went deep into the flesh and blood was not like the fight between Shen Moli and Mohu. But during the time they were walking with Shen Moli, they didn't find any injuries on her body at all.

The blue spiritual power swam back and forth at the wound. The sound of the ocean came from inside the stone paintings, and the trickling sea turned into ice, constantly coagulating the extravagant blood. In the cold, Shen Moli's wounds gradually healed.

A voice similar to a demonic beast suddenly came from the emperor's soul in the moment where the wound was condensed: "Mo Li, save my ......"

The voice was short and eager, making Shen Moli's eyes suddenly break open, and his heart was eager to break through the sky. That faint voice was very similar to a demonic beast, but if you savor it, Shen Moli found the difference.

Moreover, the little monster has always been proud, and if it encounters a critical situation, it will not open its mouth to ask her for help.

She meticulously operated the aura and probed her body. In the body where the breaths were mixed, the emperor's soul was in one place, and there seemed to be a faint flickering demonic energy. Tiny Ruomi's demonic energy jumped up and down in the emperor's soul, as if looking for a way to escape.

Shen Moli sacrificed his spiritual power and merged it into a sword blade, tentatively stabbing at the emperor's soul adjacent to the demonic qi. However, the emperor's soul, which had just woken up, was already strong. Before the sharp blade touched the emperor's soul, it was broken and shattered.

Seeing Shen Moli running his aura, he wanted to save himself. The faint demonic aura was like hope, it frantically patted the outer wall of the emperor's soul, and shouted hoarsely: "Mo Li, save me!"

The roar, which was close to full strength, came out through the emperor's soul, but it was only like a mosquito humming. Shen Moli frowned and looked at the demonic energy trapped in the emperor's soul, and then gathered it into a large net with spiritual power.

The net rope burning with black flames gradually approached the emperor's soul, and suddenly shrunk, tightly binding the emperor's soul. The net rope was deeply rooted in the emperor's soul, and from the place where the net rope burned, it was faintly burned out a little leakage. If there is hope, the demonic qi will gallop towards the leak.

The emperor soul who had no action suddenly exerted his strength and shook open the black flame net rope. The leak that appeared in this was instantly closed, trapping the demonic qi again.

The strong power of the emperor's soul shocked Shen Moli's ears and eyes, and blood beads flowed out of his mouth and nose, dripping onto the painting.

The hegemony of the Emperor Soul quieted down the demonic qi, and after a few moments of meditation, it actually pulled the Emperor Soul and merged it into its body. The power of the Emperor's Soul of the Heavenly Emperor collided and fused with it in the demonic qi. The suffocating Ling Ran was arrogant, smashing the demonic qi and stumbling around.

The pain spread all over his body made the demonic qi feel like entering the eighteenth layer of hell.

Shen Moli looked at the demonic energy injected into her body by the demonic beast at that time, and the scene of the painful struggle in the trapped emperor's soul, and her willow eyebrows frowned even deeper.

She patrolled left and right, suddenly sacrificing a long needle, and stabbed down from the top of the emperor's soul.

The sharp needle pierced into the emperor's soul, and it really pierced a small hole in the emperor's soul. In just an instant, the mouth was once again healed by the emperor's soul itself, and it was swallowed up into the emperor's soul together with the long needles formed by spiritual power.

If the emperor's soul is pierced by a needle, if it is provoked, it will be angry. There was a hint of abuse in the emperor's soul, and he was ready to rush out at any time.

Just the breath was generated, and a fierce wave of tremors was formed, which shattered everything in the stone paintings.

The fragrant sight of dazzling and charming eyes, at the speed of the bow and arrow, collapses in the painting.

The unicorn secretly screamed bad luck in his heart, and it took Shen Moli out of the painting in a panic, and ran away.

The Ding Wei aura released by the Emperor Soul in Shen Moli's body was beyond the range it could bear. If Shen Moli is not taken away from the stone painting, I am afraid that the whole painting will be torn apart.