"This ink-stained land is not so much a place of seclusion as a prison of gods and demons. These people trapped in the painting are all beings who harm the world and destroy the good and the good. The emperor said, and took out a pair of countless scrolls at will.

In the painting, there is a fox girl who transforms into the appearance of Princess Dongxu, immersed in the blue pool. The long spring soaked the clothes of the fox and made her slender appearance even more exquisite.

The fox queen leaned on the water's edge, the eyes of the succubus stared at the end of the painting, and said with a flirtatious smile: "Evil Venerable, your son is handsome, very suitable for the taste of the old lady." ”

After speaking, the tip of the fox girl's tongue licked from her lips, and the endless hook was displayed in the painting.

"Dongxu calamity to the demon concubine Fox Ji, once hooked the soul of Emperor Dongxu to fall, for him to capture all the young children in the city overnight, and threw them alive into the cauldron to refine into pills. The emperor didn't even look at the woman in the painting, and said heavily to Mojia.

"The sin you said is nothing compared to the evil abuse on the old lady. If you have the ability, you should tell your son what crime the old lady committed and was imprisoned in this broken painting by you. Fox Ji heard the emperor's words and said nonchalantly.

She was locked up in the painting for twenty or thirty years, a short time compared to the other people in the painting. It's just that after losing his freedom, Mo Dao has been twenty or thirty years, even for a moment, it is a long time for Fox Ji.

The people in the painting can't get out, and the people outside the painting can't pull in, so that Kitsune's resentment towards the man in front of her can be said to be superimposed to the extreme.

Ten years is not too late for the evil demon to take revenge. Although Kitsune Ji said that she would not be able to paint for a while, she couldn't stop her unscrupulous mouth, sneering and suppressing the person in front of her.

The emperor threw the painting of the fox queen into the paintings on the side, looked at Mojia and said, "For the father, he is the evil lord of the demon land." Back then, because he was tired of the disputes between the five tribes, he fled to the border of the three countries. He established his own small dynasty outside the Three Kingdoms and called Wang Duri. It was also there that I met your mother, Mi'er. "The evil venerable who was dressed as an emperor looked at Mojia's face that was very similar to Mo Mi, like an ice pick piercing his heart.

He looked at the ink-stained night and recalled painfully: "The time when I met your mother was the most unforgettable happiness in my life. It's just that the good times don't last long, and the evil lord is in charge of all things in the demon land, how can he just say go. ”

The endless darkness of the night was rolling in the depths of the evil venerable's soul, and the heroic posture in his expression was sucked away.

The evil venerable sighed to himself, and then said: "The last generation of demonic beasts discovered my hiding place, the small kingdom, and punished me to enter the Ridge of Ten Thousand Ditches and garrison the ink painting corridor. It freed the previous caretaker and connected me to the paintings. If I leave, the wicked people in the painting will immediately leave the scroll and return to the world. ”

Besides, what he didn't explain was that the demonic beast used Mo Mi as a threat to force him into this place.

Under his pleading, the Demon Beast responded to his request and went to pick up Mo Mi's mother and son to the Demon Land.

For a long time, he missed his wife and children all the time. Finally, when Mojia was a few years old, he occasionally took out his heart and used the cover of night to find Mojia.

However, there are many gatherings and separations, and he will eventually need to leave before dawn. Otherwise, there are thousands of black bats, and he can't guarantee that he won't be discovered by the demonic beast because of his heart, and he will harm his wife and children.

For all this, the young Mojia did not know.

The previous generation of demonic beasts brought Mo Mi's mother and son back to the demon land, but no one knew their identity, and only randomly planted them in a tribe.

All the people of the Demon Land respect the Warcraft, love the house and Wu, and naturally respect the two of Mo Mi as guests.

Before the death of the Demon Land, although the previous generation of demonic beasts had died, the life of the last armor was still prosperous and comfortable.

The Demon Saint has a lot of enemies in the Demon Land, if people know that he was punished into the Ten Thousand Ditch Ridge, and his wife and children are in the Demon Land, Mojia's childhood may be bloody.

In order to avoid the blood disaster, Mo Mi never talked about Mojia's father in front of Mojia. All of them are kept silent, just to ensure the safety of the last armor.

But everything, Mojia does not know. When all knowledge was subverted, Mojia was stunned and shook in place. He stagnated for a long time, but finally came back to his senses.

"I'm afraid your ambitions have long exceeded your authority. This place is compressed into an infinite prison by paintings, but not everyone in the painting is guilty. Mojia hid behind his back, trying to tear off the bindings on his body.

If the sins of the paintings on the hands of the evil venerable are unforgivable, then the paintings that spread out all over the mountains can be innocent.

The instantaneous qualitative changes in the ink painting can destroy everything that enters the painting. Earlier, he had not escaped in time, but now he may have fallen into the crack in the ground and become a part of the painting permanently. And this doesn't look like a trap set for the wicked.

Taking advantage of the conversation between Mojia and the Evil Venerable, Shen Moli quietly bypassed the deep ditch on the ground, and quietly and gradually approached the word "mystery".

The evil deity above the word "mystery" is just a phantom of its spiritual body, and the deity is not in the painting. The disparity in strength between the spirit body and the deity made it difficult for him to detect Shen Moli's movements in the hidden shadows.

After being separated from Shen Moli by the dense forest before, Mojia was sharply cut out by the branches. The blood drips down the ink painting, and the blood of the same vein as the evil deity instantly resonates in the ink painting, causing the resonance of the painting vein. The blood disappeared instantly on the white paper floor, and did not arouse the alarm of the last armor.

The blood flowed from the arrows inside the painting to the outside of the painting, and fell into the hands of the evil lord. Smelling the breath of the last armor, the evil venerable took out his spiritual body and found it in the painting.

"The Ridge of Ten Thousand Ditches, mortals are not allowed to enter. All who came in were dead. I trapped them in the painting, but I saved them from death. The Evil Venerable Spirit Body slowly moved forward from the ink characters and floated towards the end armor.

After a while, the ink swayed like rain in the self-cultivation pendulum, dripping onto the grass demon. The frightened grass demon smelled the ink and fell asleep.

By tearing earlier, the last armor quickly left the vine before the ink dripped down his body. The ink drops on the ground, turning into ink flowers, incense everywhere.

The light ink floral fragrance spreads out, and it flutters quickly within the reach of the naked eye. The Mojia point stopped breathing, and by holding his breath to dodge, he left the range of ink incense.

"Being a father won't hurt you, suck the ink incense, and leave with your father. The Evil Venerable watched Mo Jia's movements, and jumped on his face in displeasure.

The method of holding your breath is the secret art of the demon race. This method was used by the cult and Mo Mi when they fled, and they didn't want to, so they used it at the end of today. And the difficulty that Mojia wants to escape is actually the evil lord himself.

The past is gone, and the future is gone. Evil Venerable looked at his last armor like a rat, and his heart was a little unhappy, and he was about to wave his sleeves to make the next move, when the loud sound of stone cracking suddenly stopped his movements.

When the evil venerable turned around, he saw Shen Moli holding the Puchen Ancient Sword in his hand, which was stabbed in the center of the ink. The Puchen Sword, which was attached to the spiritual power, flashed with blue light, poking out a big hole in the ink.

The ink is vast, lingering from the hole, diffusing into a black mist, which rages throughout the ink painting. In an instant, the ground shook the mountains, and the mountains and forests painted in ink faded into the sky with the black mist.

The rope on the grass demon scattered black smoke. The slump body fell to the side. Before Mojia stepped forward to support him, a trickle of ink wrapped around the Grass Demon and pulled it away.