The demon could clearly feel the surprise and joy that did not belong in her heart, and she handed over the control of her body to Luan'er, who almost blurted out the name of the ink painting.

"Is it really you, Mohua?"

The back of the man in white paused slightly, he did not speak, nor did he turn around, the hand holding the cherry blossom wood paintbrush was behind him, and his long silver-white hair was particularly eye-catching.

"Mo Hua, why is your hair gray?" Luan'er's voice trembled slightly.

"It's been a thousand years, why are you still ghosted?"

The strong man's face was round and angry, and his hoarse voice sounded through the sky.

"I promised the Yunmeng Immortals to suppress you here. Though he is treacherous, I cannot. ”

The familiar intonation, tone, and sentence breaks are exactly ink paintings.

"Suppress me?" The strong man laughed contemptuously, "If it weren't for Dayu destroying my body back then, how would a mere scattered immortal trap me here, and how would a mere mortal make me surrender?" ”

The ink painting snorted coldly, and the starlight condensed on the tip of the pen.

The strong man looked at the starry ink painting with a solemn face.

At the same time, the one-eyed woman's face at the end of the left side fell on the face of the ink painting, and the purple light of the one-eyed appeared faintly, and a purple electric light shot out from the one-eyed like a giant python, pointing directly at the eyebrows of the ink painting.

Luan'er's heart tightened, but the ink painting seemed to have not seen the lightning, and with a wave of the paintbrush in his hand, the stars were like a front, slashing straight at the neck of the strong man's face.

The purple lightning stopped less than an inch from the center of the ink thrush, and was blocked by the faint silver starlight on the ink painting's body.

Where starlight and lightning collided, the air rippled in circles.

The starlight cut out of the ink painting also flew close to the neck under the strong man's face in an instant, and the fat face that wanted to eat the demon suddenly appeared in front of the starlight, only to see him open his mouth and swallow all the sharp starlight in his mouth.

"It's delicious." The fat face licked his lips and preached with great intent.

The eyes of the one-eyed woman's face and the white-eyed girl's face were locked on the ink painting at the same time, and several purple lightning bolts burst out, and the white mist that was faintly circulating in the white-eyed girl's eyes condensed into a transparent flying sword, attacking the ink painting together under the cover of purple lightning.

The brush in the ink painter's hand swung rapidly in the air, and the pale silver starlight rippled in the air.

Purple lightning was like a poisonous snake waiting for an opportunity to swallow letters, and transparent flying swords appeared silently under the cover of electric light.

The brushstrokes in the ink painting hand came to an abrupt end, and the starlight that had faded away from the previous brush strokes suddenly shone brightly, forming a silver-shining, "volt" character in the air.

The seemingly fluttering "volt" was like an invisible shield, taking down the lightning and flying swords, and emitting a huge roar that resounded through the sky.

The ink painting was not holding the brush and holding the fingers of the fingers, and a brilliant pale silver starlight tore through the pitch-black stratus clouds accumulated in the sky above Yun Mengze, and fell on his palm.

A fluttering palm slapped out, and a starlight once again shot straight into the strong man's face.

The fat face that was still in front of him smiled, and once again opened his mouth to swallow the starlight.

The ink painting snorted contemptuously and coldly, unmoved, and the brush in his hand danced again, leaving pale silver lines in the air with bright starlight. Unlike the previous words, which were only written at the end of the brushstrokes, the ink painting waved the brush, stroke by stroke, and the seal was engraved in the air.

"Beidou Jiuchen, the great god of the heavens, the void and the silence, the avenue is the root."

The sixteen-character Big Dipper Immortal Mantra proverb floats in front of the ink painting. His whole body radiated a brilliant starlight, like the stars above the nine heavens.

The expression on the strong man's face became more and more solemn, and the other eight stars hugged him like the moon, and the dark clouds like ink torn by the starry sky condensed again, and one after another unusual dark purple lightning bolts were like dragons out of the water, slashing in the direction of the ink painting.

The roar was deafening, and the lightning kept slashing at the starlight condensed characters in front of the ink painting, but it was scattered as soon as it was touched.

The starlight on the characters dimmed, the ink painting became unstable, and the face became paler.

Seeing this, Luan'er wanted to step forward to help, but was stopped by a gentle power of the stars, although the ink painting never looked at her from beginning to end, but Luan'er had a faint feeling that his mind was always tied to himself.

The dark purple lightning dragon rushed over one after another, and the figure of the ink painting became more and more unstable.

Finally, the sixteen-character proverb in front of the ink painting fused into one, and the bright stars dispelled the ink-like stratus clouds, and even the thousands of miles of sun beyond the dark clouds were eclipsed at this moment.

On the dome, the seven stars of the Big Dipper shine brightly, and the seven stars shine brightly, and the whole world is amazed.

The nine heads of the nine heads of the willows all showed a look of shock, and they saw the seven stars colluding, like a silver scimitar, swinging down.

At the end of the right side of the nine-headed willow is a child's face much smaller than the others, and a pair of glass-like eyes are as clean as the first snow in winter.

He looked at the silver scimitar condensed by the power of the seven stars, and suddenly burst into tears.

The sound of the wind was accompanied by a cry, and the sand and stones were flying. Even if Luan'er is in control of her body at this moment, the demon can still feel the fear that arises spontaneously in her heart with the cry.

She seemed to hear the hoarse cry of the hundred ghosts on the other side of the Lethe River, and she seemed to see Pu Jia being engulfed by the huge black shadow of Xiao Mo.

Behind him, Pu Jia also woke up from this cry, his face was pale, and he obviously had not fully recovered from Fang Cai's attack.

However, seeing that the demon was fine, his heart was temporarily settled.

The cry apparently affected the ink painting as well, and a mouthful of blood erupted from his mouth and he nearly fell to the ground.

The face of the woman who was teasing Pu Jia at the beginning was smiling at the moment, and her apricot eyes emitted a light pink halo. The halo flowed, covering the whole body of Xiang Liu, and the hundred-foot-tall Xiang Liu actually shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Before the scimitar formed by the condensed seven stars fell, the nine-headed Xiangliu turned into nine women.

The children's cries continued, and nine women walked out of the dust.

"Ink painting." They called the names of the ink paintings in unison, and they all looked like fish qi.

"Ink painting, I'm here!" Luan'er hurriedly shouted.

But the crying was so loud that the ink painting didn't seem to be able to hear Luan'er's cry.

Luan'er wanted to rush to his side, but was once again stopped by the power of the stars.

Under the influence of the cry, the ink painting's body became weaker and weaker, the starlight dimmed, and even the speed at which the silver scimitar slashed down.

The nine "Yuqi" incarnated by Xiangliu got closer and closer, and the cold glow of a short sword flashed in everyone's hands.

The silver scimitar condensed by the seven stars finally fell, and the dazzling starlight hovered in front of the eyes of the nine "fish qi", as if once it fell, it would make them disappear in an instant.

"Mo Hua, do you really want to kill me?" The nine "Yuqi" had red eyes and sobbed pitifully.