The paper-thin enchantment, most like a membrane, inside and outside the enchantment, is completely different.

The pine and cypress trees painted in ink stand on the top of the mountain, accompanied by wisps of ink fragrance. A stream of water flows down from the mountains, visible to the eye, and the spring is also formed by ink. A few birdsongs, looking for the source of the sound, several ink-painted sparrows flew on the branches, and the black and white beast body was the same as a real bird.

The unicorn watched the inky landscape appear in front of him, and his face was so black that he could almost drip ink.

It gloomily followed the few people in front of him who looked around, and said in a muffled voice: "This place is the boundary of calligraphy and painting, since we have entered this place, if we don't break the word 'mystery' on the mountain, we will never be able to get out of this ink painting labyrinth." ”

"Why are there all calligraphy and paintings in this mountain?" Shen Moli looked around and asked.

"This mountain is rumored to be opened up by the pen demon, the devil walks the devil, the pen demon is competitive, and every time the people who pass by. If the opponent loses, the pen demon will take it into the painting and spread it on the mountain. After a long time, the pen demon has won many battles, and he is tired of competing. When someone enters this mountain, he simply puts the person in the painting and spreads it out in the mountain as a collection. The unicorn said as he stepped forward.

The labyrinth of ink painting is changing every breath. The place where it is safe at one moment is the most dangerous place the next, and it does not want to stop where it is.

As he walked, the unicorn said to a few people: "The terrain in the ink painting changes every moment, and the danger is always moving, if you don't want to be swallowed up by the ink painting, move forward quickly." ”

Concerned about his own safety, the unicorn has not forgotten the purpose of entering the enchantment. If Shen Moli was not taken away, it would be meaningless for it to venture into this labyrinth of ink paintings.

With a shudder, the grass demon followed the unicorn closely, and then walked forward. If the unicorn wants to eat him, this ink-splashed landscape seems to hide endless things that want to engulf him.

Thinking carefully about the unicorn's words, Shen Moli followed closely. A leaf of ink butterflies flew and landed on her shoulder, and she touched it with her fingers, and the ink butterfly was shattered into ink by the touch, spilling on her green onion white fingertips. Everything is weird, all of which show the murderous eggs in the ink paintings.

The moment a few people stepped forward, they didn't notice the consternation on Mojia's face.

He looked at the unfamiliar landscape and ink realm, and there was an inexplicable sense of familiarity in his mind. The further he went, the more frightened he became, as if he had lived in this ink painting for a long time, so long that he had deep feelings for the flowers and beasts in this painting.

However, Mojia was extremely sure that he had never been to this painting realm. His memories from childhood to adulthood are very clear, but he does not have the slightest impression of this painting.

The winding mountain road leads to the unknown, and a few people climb forward to the middle of the mountain, and suddenly there are fierce tigers roaring, eagles roaring, and sinister sounds surround them.

Several extremely evil sounds caused extreme panic in the tip of Mojia's heart. He was uncharacteristically stunned, not knowing where to go.

Before the tiger roared, his subconscious had already guessed the same as the real situation, and he could even anticipate the danger at the fork in the road ahead.

Mojia had a pale face, and when he saw that the unicorn was going to the middle lane, he hurriedly stopped: "The middle road is in danger, I know a safer way, follow me." After speaking, without waiting for everyone to ask again, he walked to the left.

The abnormality of the last armor was first noticed by Shen Moli.

Shen Moli didn't say much, paced to keep up with Mojia, and walked to the left. Between the ink painting landscapes, there are dangers everywhere, and wherever you go, dangers exist. Therefore, she is not entangled in the fork in the road, but the abnormality of the last armor seems to hide some vitality.

"Is your friend reliable?" Seeing that Shen Moli followed Mojia straight into the left side, the unicorn followed behind him, and asked the grass demon in a low voice.

The grass demon trembled in his heart, and did not notice the abnormality of Dao Mojia, he looked nervously around the ink forest, but his eyes were full of affirmation: "He is my best friend of life and death, he is not reliable, who else is reliable?"

Hearing the words of the grass demon, the unicorn's heart settled down a little. Its hooves clicked lightly, following closely behind Shen Moli. The brisk pace does not touch half of the dirt, and the mane rises suddenly, and it can be used as a sharp sword to strike the enemy.

Several people followed Mojia and walked for less than a moment. Mojia suddenly stopped and climbed up the tree beside him. As he climbed, he said to the people behind him, "Quickly find a taller tree and hide, Mohu is coming." ”

"Isn't your best friend suffering from murder paradas?" asked the unicorn, looking at the last armor who had gone up the tree in a panic, and touched the grass demon with his horse's hooves.

"I believe in him. "The Grass Demon finally discovered the abnormality of the last armor this time. However, the friendship of life and death made him climb to the tree next to him without hesitation.

Seeing that the two of them were struggling to climb up the tree, Shen Moli tapped under his feet, and a group of spiritual green leaves lingered, surrounding him, and lifting it up to the top of the tree with the last armor, the grass demon and the unicorn.

The branches and foliage of the ink painting were densely blocked around the four people, but they could not hide the brilliance of the four people.

Shen Moli looked back at the tree and always felt that it was not appropriate to hide in this branch.

Previously, the black bat was struck by ten thousand thunderbolts because of Ling Fei Void. The lessons of his predecessors made Shen Moli grasp the measure, hiding in the dense branches and leaves, the imperial leaves rose a little, and hurriedly withdrew the green light spiritual power.

Staying on the branch to look closely, she immediately sensed the risk. If they really encounter a strong enemy, they will not be able to stop their tracks at all, but will make them themselves trapped in the branches and difficult to get out.

After weighing it, Shen Moli just wanted to open his mouth and persuaded a few people to move elsewhere.

A tiger roar from far and near interrupted Shen Moli's thoughts. The white tiger painted in ink came from the bottom of the tree, exuding the domineering aura of a saint-level powerhouse, and it happened to fall where they had just stayed.

Mohu looked left and right, raised his nose, and sniffed the smell of people in the air. Its meticulous state does not seem to stop if it does not catch the owner of the smell.

There were a few more tiger roars, and the ink tiger swirled and scattered, stepping on the ground, as if preparing something, and did not leave at all.

"Oh no! It wants to call the cubs to nest here. Mo Jia said softly, but when the sea of memory was saying this, he suddenly remembered someone.

The familiar face that flashed over Zhihai made Mo Jia's heart soar in surprise, and he suddenly denied his thoughts in frustration.

The instantaneous changes on the surface of the last armor did not escape Shen Moli's eyes. Since entering this barrier, it is no accident that the last armor has been like a god.

She leaned over to Mojia and asked softly, "With your foreknowledge, can you guess how to drive Mohu away?"

Mojia's lips moved, and finally shook his head, and replied lightly: "I was just crooked before, how can I restrain Mohu." ”

Looking downward, Mo Jia was tight-lipped about the mystery in this ink painting, as if he wanted to keep the lost emotion in his heart.

When the total horn was young, the man allowed him to write and ink dreams, which he thought was a joke. Unexpectedly, the man took it seriously.

This dream, whether it was a dense forest and a clear spring, or a worm and a tiger, was the same as the dream he had told the man.

A few tiger cubs, as Mojia answered, came from the dense leaves with a low voice. The dull appearance of the tiger's head and tiger brain is in stark contrast to the terrifying appearance of the adult ink tiger. But if you look closely, the aura of the high-level realm on the young tiger's body is also extremely strong.