In the inky sky, thousands of whites are dotted into stars, and wisps of white light shine brightly, bringing a ray of light to the dark night.

The white starlight is not very attractive compared to the real stars. But the bright starlight, used to discern the direction, is the best choice.

The forest is so varied that there is nothing that can be used to discern direction. What you see one moment may be different the next. With the guidance of the stars, it is of great help to find the ink hidden in the dense forest.

Shen Moli, who had never seen the stars since he was a child, had read a lot of books related to the stars in ancient books in his previous life.

According to the description in the book, Shen Mo Li Fei didn't have much time to find the Big Dipper in the stars.

The seven stars are connected into a spoon-shaped, and the stars refer to the same direction as the word "fan". At the end of the star spoon, the starlight is directly above the ink word.

Following the starry sky, Shen Moli walked through a dense forest where ink and color converged, but he didn't feel lost.

The grand scene of the stars is not as chic as the soft stars in reality, but it is strange. The bright white stars, breaking through the dark night, appear particularly blurry.

The star-shining white halo gives people the feeling of washing their souls, and makes people have a temporary peace of mind in that depth.

With the faint light of the weak stars and moon, Shen Moli constantly avoided the many and dense cracks on the ground, and rushed forward in the forest.

Once the forest is scattered, it is difficult to find a place to gather. She and Mojia are separated, and trying to find each other again is like looking for a needle in a haystack.

Instead of blindly looking for people, Shen Moli wisely chose to search for words. If the ink is broken, the entire ink painting will naturally disperse. When the time comes, it will not only be a matter of seconds to find someone.

Having made up his mind, Shen Moli deftly retreated to avoid all the dangers in the forest, and his joyful steps were like dancing, with his slender and delicate waist, he dodged in the intricacies of the branches.

But in half an hour, she crossed a hundred obstacles and came to the vicinity of the ink character.

Across the deep ditch, Shen Moli faintly saw the word "mystery" tiled on the ground on the other side of the deep ditch through the gaps in the branches and leaves.

From the word "fan", an imperial phantom appeared on it.

Opposite the king, the two people standing were Mojia and the Grass Demon.

The two were not so much standing as they were tied to tiptoe. The grass demon stared at the human-like ghost in front of him, and he was so frightened that he stammered. Mojia glanced to the side, unwilling to even put a little bit of his afterglow on the phantom.

"Mojia Wu'er, I haven't seen you for ten years, and you are still stubborn. Mi'er really hasn't taught you well over the years, and she has passed on her temper and you!"

"You are not allowed to mention my mother's name! From the moment you choose this family, you have no right to control me in the slightest. Mojia gritted his teeth and said with anger.

The "Mi'er" called by the phantom is Mo Mi, the mother of Mojia. In the Demon Land Tribulation, Mo Mi and Mo Jia's stepfather fell into the waves and demon sea outside the Demon Land, and there were no bones.

For the emperor in front of him, Mojia was annoyed in his heart. Back then, this person wearing the emperor's costume left Ai for no reason, which led to chaos in Ai. The thieves took the opportunity to enter the city and killed countless people.

Although Mojia was young at that time, he clearly remembered the picture of his mother holding him, shuttling through the palace, looking for his father.

If it weren't for the previous generation of demonic beasts to rescue him and bring him and Mo Mi back to the demon land, I am afraid that they would have died under the thief's knife.

Later, the emperor returned, but the kingdom died.

Mojia thought that his father had returned, and even if he lost his former glory and wealth, the family could enjoy a quiet life.

Who knew that his father, when he came back in the middle of the night, only asked him a dream, and then disappeared into the vast sea of people.

Over the years, the end of the first class. I couldn't sleep at night, but I was afraid that I would miss my father's return in my dreams. It's just that as he grew older, he gradually understood that his father was gone.

People live for a lifetime, and there is no time when they are not tripped up by life. Mo Mi is an orphan and a widow, and she has a hard time in the demon land.

It is rare to have kind-hearted neighbors to help him, although Mo Mi has no intention of the other party, but for the sake of the last Jia, he can only commit himself to remarrying. Mojia's stepfather respects Mo Mi, and although the two are married, they are not husband and wife at all.

The days of respecting each other are ten years after the gradual growth of the end of the armor. If there is no great tribulation in the Demon Land, I am afraid that it will not change for another hundred years.

As the years passed, Mojia's longing for his father was gradually pressed into his heart. Seeing it again this time, the mixed flavors in Mojia's heart suddenly appeared.

He didn't know what attitude to face his father in front of him, and he couldn't sort out the ten thousand sorrows in his heart.

"It's true that my father left home, but I never forgot you, and it took months to create this dream of your childhood. Time is long enough to make people forget a lot, but for my father, I believe you still remember this dream inkland. "The emperor's sunken old eyes glowed with a faint light, and he was always focused on Mojia.

"This ink painting is a place where you kill people and plunder and cultivate, what does it have to do with me? No matter how well you put it, it is just a slaughterhouse. Mojia didn't appreciate it.

The man had months to spend building his dreams, but he couldn't spare a day to spend with him. It's all for him, and this kind of statement is extremely ridiculous when you think about it.

"Mojia, you don't know what your father did after all. The Emperor sighed.

With his hands together, thousands of ink paintings swirled out, and faces appeared in the paintings.

Shen Moli looked at it from a distance and didn't recognize every face, but many faces that were either fierce or bewitching made her feel shocked.

At first glance, she saw the overlord of the Demon Sea, who was fighting the wolf and white shark in the painting, and she was so uncomfortable. The white bones of various ethnic groups are densely packed, wrapped in skin and flesh, tied to the shark's tail by a thin rope, dragging out waves with the undulations of the white shark.

At second glance, she swept away the fairy madness. It is rumored that immortals only do things according to their own preferences, and never treat people differently by the five clans. As long as the immortal madness is slightly unsightly, even if the other party has the support of the nobles behind him, even if the other party is in a high position, under the immortal mad knife, they are all dead. It is precisely because of the unique way of defending people that he has offended countless people in the world. Three kingdoms and six seas, there are many bounty orders for wanted immortals, and the bounty is higher than the wealth of a city.

At the third glance, a ball of rice grains appeared in front of her. It's just that the size of the rice grains changes, sometimes it is very small, and sometimes it is bigger than the sky. The grains of rice swayed and destroyed in the painting, ruining everything in the painting.

In the picture, unusual people and Jing Teng are in mid-air, controlled by the emperor and rotated.

The masters of those faces are all the great murderers and evildoers pursued and killed by the five clans. At the moment, these people are trapped in the painting, but their ferocity continues unabated, and some can even be said to be better.

Mo Jia looked at the thousands of paintings flying in the air, and he was even more surprised in his heart. The scenes on those pictures have exceeded his cognition.

He only knew that his father was the king of a vassal state attached to the Dongxu Dynasty, but he didn't expect that he had the ability to imprison the wicked people of the five clans.

Under the manipulation of the emperor's flowing water, the spring is vacated. There was no sound coming from inside the painting, but the extraordinary scene was terrifying just to look at.