"This is that monster of yours!"

"Painting old is not a monster!" Mu corrected with a frown.

If it hadn't been for the old man who rescued him that day, he would have been trapped underground for the rest of his life and would not have been able to get out.

So when the bald demon said that the painting was always a monster, it was unhappy in his heart.

The bald demon didn't argue anything, just looked like he was in a hurry, "No matter what you call it, take it away quickly, otherwise my robbery will be destroyed." ”

The portrait on the magma has been exuding strange fluctuations inside, making the demon who enters here in a violent mood, eager to find something to smash.

This was completely different from the old painter it knew, so Mu asked with a frown.

"What happened, the painting didn't happen before it was snatched away by you."

As he spoke, the sharp energy on the wooden body was faintly ready to be released.

It's been through so much, and it's no longer going to believe it just because other demons say something casually.

Feeling the sharpness of the wood's body, the bald demon's eyebrows jumped, and the meaning of lying in his heart was obvious.

At that time, the hairy boy who could be stunned casually, how can he progress so fast now.

It has this strength now, and it is all fighting to the death, taking the stolen treasures to find those kings and demons to buy.

The path of cultivating ice elves and strange things is good ahead, as long as you have money, you can cultivate it.

But in the later fire quenching, it can't be found with a lantern, and it has to be a demon at the level of the king to personally take action and lead the hot magma underground into the body, and then he can start cultivating.

Otherwise, extreme cold meets extreme heat, and if you don't die, you will be seriously injured.

Even the magma cave here is also obtained with the filial piety of the treasure.

After weighing it for a moment in his heart, the bald demon still couldn't bear the foundation here, and if it started, it would be gone.

I had to explain in a sullen voice: "It's not your painting yet, it's old and weird, who knew that a guy who looks like a demon spirit would suddenly become a monster after being put here." ”

"Well, see the red crown on the painting."

Mu looked at the roots of the bald demon and nodded, indicating that he saw it.

"That thing is what you call painting old, or you can say it's not."

"Originally, Lao Tzu, I cultivated well here, who knew that my bastard boy would blame you...... When the painter brought him here, suddenly this set of magma rivers was pumped in his brain. ”

"Your painter screamed a few times and flew to the magma river, and since that day, our village has not lived like a demon."

"Every night there are wolves crying and ghosts howling, and they will pull our bastard boys to dream, have nightmares!"

"! Up to now, I've had ten stinky boys killed by your old nightmare, and their bodies are like a piece of skin, and I can't wake up! ”

The bald demon scolded and scolded, and his tone was not good and irritable.

But Mu didn't get used to it, if you hadn't snatched the painting that day, would something like this happen?

After the sword qi was agitated, the irritability in the heart of the bald demon instantly calmed down.

"Damn! Hurry up and take away your old paintings, or I'll be overwhelmed with this temperament! ”

Its eyes were fierce and flashed red, and everyone wanted to fight it.

Especially as its eyes turn red, the crown on the portrait becomes more and more vivid, and the surrounding area seems to be filled with a violent and ferocious atmosphere.

The brows furrowed slightly, and the red light on its body dimmed slightly after the wood shone the fluorescence slightly at the bald demon.

After the bald demon tried to suppress the evil in his heart, he breathed a sigh of relief and said: "Sure enough, what your old painter said is right, only you can take it and leave here." ”

Without waiting for Mu to ask, the bald demon directly told the reason.

Before the portrait was sucked away by the magma river, the old painter inside screamed for them to find wood, or the demons here would die.

But who believed it at that time, it wasn't until things got bigger and bigger later that they panicked and wanted to go out to find the unlucky guy who was robbed by them.

But at that time, they somehow got away from this amount of robbery, and they panicked, and then they became extremely irritable.

Flying in the sky, flying will pick up each other, and the guys will chop up.

Even if it has cultivated to the first step of purgatory, it will be irritable after it is some distance away from the Measuring Tribulation Village.

It can be said that if it weren't for this portrait, they would not be as aggrieved as they are today.

In addition to creating demons, you can only wait for a fool to pass by before you can move your muscles and bones.

Wood didn't respond, the bald demons were treated like this and they were completely to blame.

It won't protect it unprincipledly, if it weren't for the old paintings, it wouldn't be here.

I couldn't help but think of the innocent eyes of those little demons in my mind.

There is no eye tainted by the outside world.

So, Mu nodded and agreed.

The bald head didn't care about the baby wood that he promised afterwards, he didn't know why, and now there are fewer and fewer things that dare to care.

The roots of the tree reach out and touch the portrait, which glows with a thin fluorescent.

The portrait glowed with a menacing red glow, but that was all.

Getting up, Mu was about to leave here, and the bald demon next to him was so excited that he couldn't suppress the joy in his eyes.

On the side, they chattered that you are really good, and they don't dare to touch it at all, for fear that their brains will go crazy.

The voice on the side was very irritable, which made Mu Bu feel unhappy.

It's just that as soon as this emotion was born, there was a sudden silence around me.

The bald demon who was chattering and irritable was still there, but suddenly a twist disappeared in a trance.

At some point, the surrounding scene turned an irritating red.

Everything is quiet, and the wooden portrait stands in the cave, as if entering a foreign land, lifeless and desolate.

Moreover, it is tightly suppressed.

Mu maintained the thin fluorescence on his body, and was about to set off to find out the cause of the anomaly, when a black shadow suddenly swooped down from behind it.

The glow is still indestructible, and Wood has seen what has struck it.

It was a fiery red crystal scorpion, with teeth and claws, and its whole body exuded irritability.

After discovering that the fluorescent defense of the wood could not be broken, the crystal scorpion roared fiercely with its teeth and claws, and it was suddenly divided into ten thousand.

A dense flaming red figure filled the entire space, and it lunged at it with its ferocious limbs.

In the besieged center, Wood vigilantly spread his fluorescent defenses.

At first, it wanted to communicate with these creatures.

But it was found that they were only living beings, in fact, they only had violent thoughts inside, and they were not communicable creatures at all.

As a last resort, the wooden sword flew in the cave, and hundreds of fiery red crystal scorpions were chopped up.

But it was only a moment before a fiery red scorpion crawled out again and pounced on it fiercely.

And the further back they go, the more they will have more means.

There were already fiery red scorpions spitting fireballs at it.

Under such a dense attack, Mu had to take a deep breath, and then suddenly opened his eyes!

It's going to slay all these fiery scorpions at once!

The sword is like a dragon, and the momentum is monstrous!

Then, suddenly stopped!

Because in front of its sword, a figure suddenly appeared that should never have appeared here!

Those innocent-eyed little goblins!