Every move in the painting wall was clearly seen in Fang Ping's eyes, and he couldn't imagine that Yan Chixia, an old man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, had such an inextricable emotional entanglement.

With the disappearance of the nine-tailed fox, the situation in the painting wall suddenly changed. In the misty space, a huge monster appeared. It is tall and tall, with a human-like body, but a jackal-like head.

The tip of the monster's nose spewed hot air, and its eyes were red, and its teeth and claws fluttered towards Yan Chixia.

Every time it took a step forward, it stepped on the floor and shook, and the giant claws waved, Yan Chixia resisted with a wooden sword, and was directly slapped and flew out.

Yan Chixia was not shocked at all, and rolled in the air with her strength, and the spell in her hand had already been played.

"Heaven and earth are infinite, and Qiankun borrows the law!"

Several palm thunderbolts slapped on the giant corpse one after another, exploding a burst of fire.

This palm thunder has always been the nemesis of demons, but for some reason, it can only shake the body of the giant corpse.

"Looks like it's going to have to be a little ruthless." Yan Chixia knew that this giant corpse monster was an illusion that had evolved in the illusion, but if he ignored it, it could hurt his primordial spirit.

But when he entered the painting, he didn't bring a sword box, but he didn't know whether it was carelessness or negligence.

This sword box is not around, and his combat power is also greatly reduced, but he is still sure to deal with this giant corpse monster.

I saw Yan Chixia take advantage of the gap between the giant corpse's claw attack, and one turned over and stepped on his claws and jumped onto the head of the giant corpse, silently reciting the mantra, and then the wooden sword in his hand slammed into the top of the giant corpse's head.

The giant corpse monster opened its mouth and spit out a puff of white smoke, Yan Chixia turned over and jumped behind it, and heard a "crackling" sound, and the giant corpse monster's body exploded into countless slags with a "boom".

And the moment the giant corpse exploded, a white shirt also floated out, it was Ning Caichen's soul!

Yan Chixia flew to grab Ning Caichen's soul, and after landing on the ground, she checked it to make sure that it was not damaged before she spoke: "Nine-tailed fox, I know you are here, what other means can be used." ”

Yan Chixia beckoned, recalled the Qi Ming Wooden Sword back in her hand, looked up at the air and shouted.

The voice of the nine-tailed fox came from the void: "Yan Chixia, your skills are not old yet...... It's just that the painting world has been closed, and no matter how good you are, you won't be able to get out! ”

"I'm going to trap you here forever and ever, hahaha......"

Yan Chixia looked up and looked around, and really couldn't feel the rift when she came.

Outside the painting wall, the voice of the nine-tailed fox fell, and the picture on the wall immediately disappeared, Fang Ping stepped forward and hurriedly patted the wall, but there was no response.

"Daoist Yan, can you hear me?"

"Daoist Yan?"

"You can't really be trapped in it by this nine-tailed fox and can't get out, right?"

Fang Ping slapped twice in the east and twice in the west, but the painting wall still had no response.

Just then, a voice came from the skin:

"Open my sword pouch quickly."

Fang Ping patted his head, and then remembered the sword bag left by Yan Chixia.

As soon as he opened the sword bag, he felt a strange air current rushing out, and the wall of the painting began to tremble slightly, and then shook violently.

With a "swish", a ray of light broke through the wall and flew into the sword bag, which was the previous Qi Ming Demon Sword!

At the same time, Yan Chixia's physical body sitting on the ground also opened her eyes.

"Daoist Yan, how is it?" Fang Ping hurriedly asked.

Yan Chixia nodded, pointed to the sword bag and said, "The soul of the scholar is in the bag." ”

As he spoke, he got up and took the sword bag, reached out and grabbed a ball of white light from it, and put it into Ning Caichen's body.

Ning Caichen gradually became angry, and he came back to life.

But the matter was not over yet, and a gust of wind suddenly blew in the ruined temple, causing the wooden windows to shake violently.

Yan Chixia looked up at the restored painting wall, frowned and said: "The thousand-year-old fox demon has become a ghost king, I didn't expect that the painting wall back then was also controlled by her......"

Fang Ping didn't say much, just looked at how Yan Chixia dealt with this grievance.

Yan Chixia took out a golden sword from the sword box with a "sonorous" sound, this sword revealed an aura from top to bottom, and it was definitely a magic weapon.

"If we continue to let it go, we will inevitably kill more people."

Yan Chixia said, drawing her sword and slashing at the painting wall.

A crack opened in the painting wall, and a hideous crying face suddenly appeared on the original dilapidated wall, but when I saw it crying, it cried:

"Yan Chixia, you are so ruthless!"

Yan Chixia looked sideways and said, "This is what you asked for, I have persuaded you to turn back." ”

"Okay, since you don't miss the old love, then I don't have to keep my hand anymore."

"Give me death!"

With the vicious roar of the weeping face, many tentacles suddenly appeared up and down the ruined temple, and these barbed tentacles were three feet thick, sharp and flexible, exactly the same as the tongue of the dryad before.

Yan Chixia grabbed Fang Ping with one hand, and Ning Caichen, who was unconscious, with the other, and walked out of the ancient temple quickly. Countless thick vines chased after them, Yan Chixia waved her fingers, and countless sharp swords in the sword box came out of their sheaths, some broke through the entanglement of the tree vines, and some flew under Ning Caichen and Fang Ping, holding them up.

Countless golden light flying swords rushed out of the encirclement of the Great Array of Trees and Vines, and the three of them flew in mid-air.

Fang Ping looked back, but saw that the huge locust tree was squirming with huge roots as if it was going crazy, waving thick rattans, chasing after them.

Yan Chixia controlled the flying sword to block it, and said to the other party calmly: "This tree demon can't move its nest, as long as it gets out of the forest, it will be safe." ”

As soon as the words fell, I saw an electric dragon flash from a cloud of ink condensed in the night sky on the head of the locust tree, and the three of them flew in the middle of the forest, and the surrounding environment was lightning and thunder.

Fang Ping was overjoyed and said: "This is a lightning strike, this old tree demon is dead." ”

Mortal beings in the world, cultivating into monsters, are bound to survive this thunder tribulation, and it is also the saddest level of demon cultivation.

Yan Chixia looked at the constantly flickering thunder and lightning, but frowned and said: "The breath of this thunder and lightning is full of demonic atmosphere, I'm afraid it's not so simple......"

As soon as the words fell, a gust of wind blew in the forest, causing a flying sword to shake, Fang Ping almost stood unsteadily and fell, but fortunately, Yan Chixia flew over to help him.

"I see, it's a storm summoned by the dryad!"

Yan Chixia exclaimed, and Fang Ping was even more surprised.

"This dryad can actually call the wind and rain? What a powerful realm! ”

Yan Chixia didn't answer him, and said thoughtfully: "The dryad and the painting wall are not the same thing, but the nine-tailed fox can control the body of the dryad, so there must be some special connection between the two. ”

At this moment, a huge vine swept towards the two.

"Beware!"

Yan Chixia pushed Fang Ping away, but she was hit by the tree vines.

The tree vines knocked Yan Chixia's whole person out and fell into countless piles of trees and vines, causing a puff of smoke and dust.

"Yan Dao Chief!"

Fang Ping was a little worried, but the flying sword under his feet was still flying forward, and soon flew out of the range of the forest.

The flying sword put him and Ning Caichen on the ground, and flew towards the forest again.

In this way, Yan Chixia should be fine!

Sure enough, a cloud of golden light came out of the black mist forest, but seeing Yan Chixia stepping on the sword box under her feet, her body was surrounded by golden flying swords, and the heads of these flying swords were side by side, arranged in a circle shape, forming an incomparably sharp sword array, smashing the surrounding trees and vines one by one.

After a while, this golden light rushed out of the woods and came to Fang Ping's side.

Yan Chixia landed on the ground, carried the sword box back on her back, and countless golden light swords escaped into the sword box.

"Daoist Yan, are you alright?"

Yan Chixia shook her head, and looked back, the black mist woods gradually returned to calm, while the storm above her head was "booming".

"Let's find a place to shelter from the rain!"

Yan Chixia didn't take a souvenir, picked up Ning Caichen on the ground and turned around and left.

Fang Ping nodded and hurriedly followed.