The ink-colored afterglow of the sunset, sprinkled on the surface of the last armor, reflected a strange halo of ink dyeing.

The last armor hung from the branches, and only Shen Moli's wrist was imprisoned and slid downward.

"Meow-" A tiger sound as weak as a cat's meow suddenly came from under the tree.

"Not good!" Mo Jia silently screamed in his heart, he looked at the trees gathered over, and was about to pull his several people together, when they suddenly shook violently, struggling to swing Shen Moli's hand to pull him.

"Let go, or we'll all die. Mo Jia's eyes were helpless, and he shouted upward.

He was gambling, betting on the shred of humanity that still existed in that man's heart. Unfortunately, he lost.

The corners of Mojia's lips raised slightly, a wry smile that was like crying, he should have understood that the wicked are evil, how can there be kindness at all.

This dream was built according to his ideas, but it was already blackened by the man.

Under the tree, a tiger cub was falling, and the eyes of the water spirit were spinning. Its voice is as thin as a cat, and the cute little tiger body painted in black ink is growing rapidly.

The tiger cub kept absorbing the ink color from the surrounding bushes and gathered its body.

Without the ink-colored bushes, the beard is empty, leaving only a piece of paper white in its place.

The ink-colored tiger cub roared to the sky. It stretched out its five claws and slashed towards the giant tree where Shen Moli and the others were. The giant tree fell in response, and before it hit the ground, the trunk had turned into ink, and the water rushed straight into the mouth of the tiger cub.

Shen Moli and the others who were hiding in the branches were lifted into the void more than ten meters away with the disappearance of the giant tree, and they fell uncontrollably.

"The grass grows. "The magic of the grass demon refers to the formation of thousands of green grasses made of magic power.

The grass grew violently into the ground, converging into a giant straw mat ten feet high, and connecting the few people who fell into a soft tender grass.

Unable to take a break, several people exchanged glances, quietly hid in the grass, and walked towards the top of the mountain.

By the time they fell, the tiger had lost its appearance as a cub. Under the inky moisture of the dense forest within a radius of tens of meters, the giant beast that grew to a height of more than ten feet.

As soon as it quickly descended in mid-air, several people were already aware of the existence of the giant tiger cub. If you don't run away now, when will you wait?

The ink tiger roared into the sky, and the hundred ink rivers left the ink mountain, surging into the void, and the sparkling stream rolled into the mouth of the ink tiger.

The tiger swallowed the ink river, and the momentum was like a bamboo, and the strength suddenly increased under the continuous gathering of ink.

Its inky tiger eyes scanned its circle, eventually landing on the patches of green grass that the Grass Demon had made with its magical powers. The ten-foot-tall green grass tightly blocked the figures of Shen Moli and the others, but it couldn't block the breath of a few people.

With a completely different aura from the painting, the ink tiger took a dangerous tiger step and walked into the grass. The verdant grass covered the tiger, allowing it to poke its head out to look at it. The scent of grass mixed with demonic breath is like a mixture, disturbing Mohu's sense of smell a little bit.

Without the complement of smell, Mohu's footsteps in the giant grass became a little slower.

The dense green grass covering the sky, for Shen Moli's side, although it blocked its field of vision, but fortunately, the giant grass was originally transformed by the magic of the grass demon. A grass and a stem are like the ears and eyes of the grass devil.

With the help of the green grass connection, the grass demon knows the whereabouts of the tiger well. He deftly led the way, leading his companions away from Mohu's direction.

The grass was green, and in this overwhelming hunting activity, it helped the four people who were the prey a great favor.

"It's eaten with ink, and its power is greater than anything in the painting, so follow me. Mojia was startled, and saw Mohu Dao through the gap between the grasses.

The volume of the last armor was small, but it just fell into the ears of Mohu. Searching for the direction where the voice came, the ink tiger clapped angrily and pounced in the direction of Mojia.

said that it was too late, and then it was too fast, Shen Moli ignited a scorching black flame and blocked in front of Mo Jia.

In the fierce black flames, if there is a nine-tailed divine fox's phantom shadow bathing in fire nirvana, his eyes are set on fire and staring at the ink tiger. The two pairs are strong, striking each other head-on, and suddenly the sky and clouds change color, and the ground cracks.

The powerful and strong current hedged and shook Shen Moli and Mohu together.

After falling back, Shen Moli vomited a bloody sword, and the black flames around him dissipated, crashing into the ink-painted pine tree behind him. The condition of the ink tiger is even more tragic, the sturdy body formed by the black ink is thrown hundreds of meters away by the force, and hits the edge of the word "mystery" obscured by the grass and trees.

The strong tiger body was instantly emptied by the word "my", like a number of ink words merged into the word "my", and then transformed into thousands of plants and trees, tiled onto the white ground emptied by the ink tiger. The dense bushes of trees cover the word "mystery" in the mountains and forests.

Shen Moli's petite figure was suddenly pulled by a rainbow light before it hit the pine tree. Hongxia's strong suction force directly introduced Shen Moli into the unicorn's stone painting, making her sit straight on the unicorn's soft back.

"Ouch, the back of this divine beast, why is it not good to go anywhere. The unicorn poked into the outside of the painting, shouting in pain.

The play is complete, it helped Shen Moli this time, so naturally he had to do a hard job, ask Shen Moli for some favors, and by the way, alleviate the suspicion of these people in front of him.

Wailing, the unicorn's limbs fell to the ground in such a way that anyone who saw it could feel the pain.

The limbs that were only made of light were broken, but they didn't feel anything for the unicorn. Starlight is a leg, and it is not a part of its body, and the pain is not in it.

In an imperceptible moment, the treacherous light in the unicorn's eyes flashed.

It sat on the ground, looked at Shen Moli and said, "In order to save you from hitting the tree, I can only sacrifice the power of Hongxia and pull you into my painting." It's just that this power requires a lot of immortal energy from me. Pulling you into the painting has exhausted my fairy energy. If you want to get a painting, you have to wait a few more days. ”

The unicorn seemed to explain kindly on the surface, but in his heart, he was thinking about how to trap Shen Moli in his painting scroll and coax him to go to the pen demon.

Shen Moli looked around at the scene in the painting, ten thousand greens and rainbows, beautiful and beautiful. Although the magnificent picture tries its best to hide the fairy aura, it can also detect the sunset fairy trace from time to time.

Sliding off the horse, Shen Moli walked to a flower bush next to him. With a thin finger, gently tear off the leaf's clear and shiny petals.

The petals slowly disappear on the fingers, turning into a colorful fairy qi, like a breeze hanging Buddha into the flowers, reunited into a small flower.

"I see that this painting is full of fairy energy, but it is not as scarce as you say. Shen Moli asked.

She was grateful to the unicorn for saving her, but not to the point of blinding her because of this. The unicorn appeared very strangely, and then led the way step by step, as if to lead the three of them somewhere, such a strange behavior made her have to guard against it.

"That immortal aura was sent out by me earlier. In order to survive, I had to disperse the fairy energy and maintain the bright colors in the painting. If you retract the fairy energy, the painting will immediately turn into black and white. When the time comes, don't say that I will die in it, even you will be robbed of color, and you will be banned from painting for eternity. The unicorn said misleadingly.

"Terrifying, I know you're anxious to find the beast, but it's not worth risking your life to break out of this painting. Why don't you just stay in the painting for a few more days, safe and comfortable. The grass demon listened to the unicorn's words and persuaded Shen Mo Li Dao.