"If the old man wins, the underworld will meet the old man's request. If the old man loses, he will die in the underworld......"

Speaking of this, the hunchbacked old man pointed to the scroll in my hand and said, "This is one of the bets!" ”

To put it bluntly, the hunchbacked old man couldn't help the old monk, so he could only do what the old monk said.

When the hunchbacked old man said this, I could hear a little helplessness in his words, which made me feel a little funny.

Although I don't know what the strength of the hunchbacked old man is, I can see from the tip of the iceberg that he showed before that this old immortal's strength is definitely terrifying.

has been suppressed in the bronze bell of the Ji family's ancestral land for many years, and after he just got out of trouble, he was alive and well, and now he is more energetic, and his strength must be much stronger.

I remember he said before that as long as he got the black lotus seeds, the underworld would not be able to help him.

And now, is it considered a slap in the face?

An old monk in the underworld?

What kind of existence is that?

Looking at the scroll in my hand, my face was a little strange, and I said, "What is the origin of the old monk you are talking about?" ”

The hunchbacked old man replied casually, "You don't need to know the origin of the bald donkey, as long as you can help me crack this painting!" ”

"How to crack it?"

I frowned slightly and said, "I don't even know what that means......"

"As long as you can destroy this painting!" The hunchbacked old man interrupted me dryly.

Ruining the painting?

It's that simple?

I looked at the hunchbacked old man suspiciously, and the hunchbacked old man seemed to see through what I was thinking, and said, "Don't think this is a very simple thing to do, I have used many methods, but none of them succeeded!" ”

Really?

I rubbed the scroll in my hand, and I didn't feel that there was anything special about this scroll, wasn't it just a very ordinary drawing paper?

I tore it gently, hey, I didn't tear it up, although I only pulled it gently, but with my strength, even a thin piece of steel can be torn apart by me!

Then, I stepped up my efforts and tugged at it violently.

Over this time, my physical strength has grown a lot, and with my brute strength alone, I can tear even an elephant alive.

However, as I continued to increase my efforts, although the scroll was torn and deformed a little, there was still no trace of cracking, and I don't know what material made it, and the toughness would be so strong.

After a dozen breaths, I loosened the much elongated scroll, and the deformed scroll quickly returned to its original shape, without even showing any traces of wrinkles, as if it had never been tossed.

I frowned and looked at the hunchbacked old man and said, "I can't solve this thing......"

"You can!"

Before I could finish my sentence, I was interrupted again by the hunchbacked old man, whose eyes flashed with a strange light, and said, "It's hard for others, but it's not very difficult for you!" ”

"Why do you think I can do it?"

Hearing my question, the hunchbacked old man looked a little strange and said, "Because you are deeply sinful and the red lotus karma is riddled with fire, besides you, I can't find a second person in this world who can solve this problem!" ”

What the fuck is this explanation?

Am I guilty? Red Lotus is riddled with fire?

Can you speak human language, you old immortal?

After hesitating for a moment, I gripped the scroll with both hands, and black flames instantly rose from my hands, enveloping the scroll directly.

If you can't tear it or tear it, can you still withstand the scorching of my black flame?

At the moment when black flames emerged between my palms, the scroll in my hand suddenly flashed with dazzling golden light, and a surging hot sensation rushed down my arm into my body, extremely fast, and I couldn't react at all.

I wanted to throw it away, but it felt like it was rooting in the palm of my hand, and I couldn't help but grunt at the burning pain.

The black flames that emerged from my palms lingered with the golden rays, entangled with each other, and soon a ghostly glow appeared in the golden rays, and a little golden glow also appeared in my black flames, as if they were interfering.

At this moment, I felt as if there was a very strong suction force coming from the painting, which made my consciousness slightly trance, as if my soul was about to be dragged out of my body.

And at this time, I saw the strange smile on the face of the hunchbacked old man, as if he had succeeded in his treacherous plan.

"Old thing of the shit, you fucking pit me again......"