An inky black path exploded from behind the evil venerable, inhaling the evil venerable's spiritual body and the grass demon's fellow dao, and digesting it into emptiness in the untouched whiskers of the last armor.

After the diffuse ink touches the boundary of the ink painting, it gathers like a gallop of thousands of horses, and finally melts into a drop of extremely rich ink and falls to the ground.

Without ink paintings, the mountain looks gloomy. The ground, like a block of red-hot iron, glows red everywhere. A demonic roar came from the trembling underground. The blood on the cliff rock is terrifying, eerie and eerie, like a thousand dead lands.

"If you want to find the grass demon, come to the lowest valley of this ridge to find it!" A vast and ethereal voice suddenly burst like thunder, coming from the southeast.

The voice was the same as the previous evil spirit body, and it was even more clear.

Mojia looked in the direction where the voice came from, and his hand creaked.

The devil's land was in great trouble, and many of his relatives and friends were killed. The grass demon was born and died with him, and although sometimes he was a little unreliable, it was an extremely important fetter for him.

That man was tied to a grass demon, and even if the other party was his father, he didn't plan to let it go!

He stepped forward, his eyes full of fortitude and anger, and his body was like a raging flame, exuding steaming heat. The scorching breath is so hot that it melts the trough.

The last armor was heavy step by step, and the black clothes were irrigated into the red-hot magma, and thousands of ditches and ditches were tightly attached to his body. Under the robe, the red and jujube skin makes people want to be separated from it for thousands of miles.

"If you rushed to that place recklessly, you may not have saved the grass demon. Shen Moli saw that Mojia was determined to move forward, and calmly reminded.

"What do you want to explain, that we are very cowardly?" Mo Jia did not listen to Shen Moli's admonition and continued to move forward.

"There are mountains outside the mountains, and there are paintings outside the paintings. Broken ink painting, we just stepped into another painting. Shen Moli raised his head and looked at the orange sky.

The Ridge of Ten Thousand Ditches is strange and extraordinary, but it should not deviate too far from the way of nature. The unique environment in the painting can be made into the earth, the earth as the river, the river as the sky, and the will of the painter to change at will. After the ink painting was broken, the realm presented in front of them was endlessly weird, but it was more like a fantasy world in a painting.

Shen Moli's words, Mo Jia, who was irritable in his heart, couldn't listen to it. He strode forward, without any intention of stopping.

The shaking of the iron-blooded earth shook the ground to a tremble. In the sudden and violent trembling, a giant stone Buddha with a desperate face rushed past from a distance. Behind it, there is a black shadow whose face is not clear, chasing the stone Buddha.

The difference in size between the two can be described as elephant and rice grains, but it is still more than that.

The galloping figure made Mojia's head, which was overwhelmed by resentment, gradually sober up. He looked at the familiar black shadow and was silent for a long time.

"There is no gate to hell from the sky, my father, what a good painter......" After a long time, Mo Jia muttered in a low voice.

"Hell?" Shen Moli asked inexplicably as he looked around at the tragic circle that smelled of blood.

Mojia looked up at the sky and sighed, "This is the hell he wrote. When Ai was not destroyed, he often mentioned the hell scenes he imagined, and the one that impressed me the most was that he had just chased the stone Buddha - Meng Tiansha. ”

Depressed, Mojia's expression became abrupt. There were paintings outside the painting, and Shen Moli immediately guessed where they were, but he had heard his father say countless scenes of this place, but he still didn't notice it immediately.

The strangeness and horror of the situation concealed the joy and fearlessness of listening to the narration, so that when Mojia saw the little black shadow, he suddenly realized the danger they were in.

"My father, the Emperor, was born to be evil, and although he ruled the righteous path of the country, his heart loved the scene of hell alone. This place must be the hell he painted. The light in Mojia's eyes gradually lost their light.

The most terrifying thing about the scene of hell is not the danger in it, but the disturbance it has on people's hearts. How can you not be afraid of hell? The deep despair that comes from the depths of hell is the terrifying power that pushes people's will.

"If the heart is evil, it will go to hell, and what human nature fears most is not to be in hell. Instead, you are in hell, and your heart has fallen into the Yellow Spring. To go to hell together, you and I are alive, is the greatest blessing. Hell is not your end. Shen Moli looked at Mo Jia, whose mind was gradually deprived by the ravages of hell, and pondered.

The visual impact of Shura Hell is undeniably strong, but there is a hint of vitality hidden in this despair.

In the trembling earth all the time, the slope rises slowly from near to far, until the end, and the sky and the earth seem to be connected. Shen Moli looked at the connection between heaven and earth, and still saw a way out.

Mo Jia followed Shen Moli's line of sight, looked at the end of heaven and earth, and said in a gloomy voice: "The hell painted by my father's ink is as realistic as the real thing, but it is a realm of fiction after all. There must be a mouth in the void, and if he does not change the source of hell, he will be above the void. Hell is just fake, but the crisis inside it is real. ”

"As long as there is a way, there is always a possibility to break out. Shen Moli said resolutely.

The direction of the end of heaven and earth, and the north and south ends of the direction of the evil venerable's transmission, are diametrically opposite paths.

Shen Moli probed in the direction of the Evil Venerable's transmission for a moment, and after pondering, he asked Xiang Mojia: "What do you think is the chance that the Grass Demon will be in the painting?"

At the mention of the Grass Demon, Mojia's eyes lit up with hope dimmed a little again. He thought hard for a long time before he said heavily: "I don't know what the real hell is, but the hell in this painting, its fire is hidden in every place in the painting, and the lower it is, the more fierce the fire." If the grass demon comes out at the bottom of the valley, his body gathered with grass will probably be burned to ashes at this moment. ”

Mojia was unwilling to face the cruel reality, but the real judgment still made his heart sink to the bottom.

On one side is his father, although he has left since he was a child, he has never let go of the family affection for the evil lord in his heart. On the other side, there is the grass demon who lives and dies with him. If the Evil Venerable really turned the grass demon into ashes, Mojia really couldn't be sure what kind of state of mind he should face the Evil Venerable in the future.

After thinking about it, Shen Moli negotiated with Mojia again, and finally decided to go to the end of heaven and earth first.

If the grass demon is alive, it will not be at the bottom. If he is dead, there is no hope of helping him. Since life and death cannot be traced, it is better to break out of this painting realm first, and then make another plan.

From time to time, the hot flames burst out of the ground and roasted next to the shoes of the two men. Every ten or so paces, there are scattered bones piled up on the side of the road. The vicious smell of blood kept penetrating the tip of the nose, making the faces of both of them indescribably colorful.

After taking two or three hundred steps forward, a green grass came into the eyes of the two of them. Its turquoise color contrasts strongly with the surrounding heat and miserable scenery, making it easy to see where it is.

"Heavenly Spirit Grass!" Shen Moli saw the green grass, and his heart moved.

The previous injuries on her body were only temporarily sealed by Fu Ji with the power of her divine soul. If she wants to completely heal the slightest wound near the centrifugal chamber, if it is not for the help of a divine doctor, she must use god-level herbs to heal her deep wound completely.