The cave heaven magic weapon becomes the cave sky, which will interfere with the space of the mustard seed charm and cannot be included in the storage magic weapon.

On the way down the mountain, Shen Hongling kept holding the painting sent by Su Luo in his arms.

As she descended the mountain, in the painting, the young man on the chaise longue suddenly opened his eyes, which was an incarnation hidden by Su Luo.

The first time the avatar opened his eyes, the spirit in the painting felt something, and turned his head on the edge of the cliff.

The avatar smiled at her, put a finger to his mouth in a silent motion, and said softly, "You didn't see me." ”

In the painting, Ling's gaze swept behind him blankly, and he didn't see anything unusual.

Retracting his gaze, he returned to his place.

Jumping off the chaise longue, the avatar floated directly to the side of the spirit in the painting.

Circling around the spirit in the painting, his left hand is under the armpit of his right arm, and his right hand is gently pinching his chin in reflection.

After a moment of contemplation, he snapped his fingers slightly.

As soon as the thought moved, an outcast avatar walked out of him.

The outer incarnation and the incarnation glanced at each other, and their eyes fell on the spirit in the painting that was exactly the same as Shen Hongling.

He smiled apologetically at her, and stabbed himself headlong at her, ready to parasitize on her.

Halfway through the action of pounce, the avatar suddenly frowned.

With a snap of his fingers, the out-of-body incarnation passed directly through the body of the spirit in the painting, and landed headlong on the rock.

Reaching out and smoothing out the deep pit that had been knocked out of the rock, the outer avatar covered his head and got up, looking at the avatar in puzzlement.

Even though everyone is the same person, he can still see in his eyes the unhappiness of 'are you playing with me'.

The avatar shook his head, there was no communication, only the same as the avatar outside the avatar.

The incarnation instantly realized, reached out and dragged it into the void in front of him, grabbing the historical phantom when he wanted to parasitize on the spirit in the painting.

This historical phantom appeared, and the avatar glanced at the outer incarnation, and the outer incarnation was directly concealed from its existence.

The historical phantom of the external incarnation thus gave rise to the thought.

With the incarnation of thought, the historical phantom looked at the spirit in the painting, and the light in his eyes flashed, and the spiritual imprint belonging to Shen Hongling that the spirit in the painting fused was successfully stolen by him.

fused the stolen trace of Shen Hongling's spiritual imprint with himself, adjusted his breath, and completely synchronized his breath with the spirit in the painting.

After completing the above operations, the historical phantom who successfully grafted the external incarnation of the spiritual personality in the painting exhaled lightly.

Glancing at the incarnation, the historical phantom of the incarnation plunged headlong into the body of the spirit in the painting, parasitizing the spirit in the painting at a symbiotic level.

Suddenly, the spirit body in the painting trembled slightly, subconsciously turned his head, and looked around suspiciously.

After looking around, he found nothing, and the spirit in the painting turned around in a daze, standing on the edge of the cliff and looking at the peaks in the distance in a daze.

Behind him, back on the recliner, the avatar who had returned to his previous posture smiled slightly.

At the same time, the reflection of 'Su Luo' in a pool of lake water in the mountains in the distance, the reflection of 'Su Luo' in the lake water reflected in the eyes of the incarnation, the reflection of 'Su Luo' in the lake water in the portrait on the drawing board in front of the spirit body in the painting, and the figure of 'Su Luo' hidden in the auspicious clouds embroidered on the sleeves of the spirit in the painting......

Hundreds of 'Su Luo' gently hooked the corners of their mouths, and the next moment they regained their calm.

Yujing Mountain, small building, in the kitchen.

As soon as a pot of Dongpo meat was stewed in a casserole, Su Luo had a satisfied smile on his face.

There were so many novels in my previous life, and I really didn't read them in vain.

Although he has just crossed over for a short time, he has already become a qualified mille-feuille.

......

When Shen Hongling arrived at the foot of the mountain, the sky was completely dark.

There was silence all around, and there was not a sound to be heard.

Pursing the corners of her lips, she sighed softly.

Raising her hand to volley the void painting, using the finger as the pen, the literary tone as the ink, and the void as the paper, a few big characters were written in the void in front of her.

"Thousands of miles do not stay", the five characters fell, attracting the power of heaven and earth, and instantly merged with Shen Hongling.

With a light body, Shen Hongling took a step of ten meters and walked quickly in the direction of Sunset City.

Walking out of Ersanli, the jade talisman he was carrying on his body suddenly shook slightly, and Shen Hongling stopped.

This jade talisman is called 'Hongyan Fu', which is a special tool used by Confucianism to convey messages, and is taken from the meaning of 'Hongyan Biography'.

But compared to the 'Hongyan Fu', many Confucian nuns prefer to call it 'Jinshu'.

'Who in the clouds sends brocade books' of 'brocade books'.

Taking off the 'brocade book' from his waist, Shen Hongling injected a trace of literary energy, and a few words flashed on the surface of the jade rune.

"Be safe, for the Father will come and pick you up at once. ”

It's news from my father, but what does this message mean, and what danger will I encounter?

Just as he was wondering, he suddenly felt something, and Shen Hongling turned his head to look behind him.

As the night darkened, the mountains behind him were covered in darkness.

She couldn't hear anything, but she could feel the dangerous aura coming from behind her, as if some flood beast was lurking in the darkness.

Without thinking, Shen Hongling raised his hand to write words in the void.

"The white moon is shining with the sun. ”

Jucheng, the moonlight within a hundred meters around seemed to be invisibly pulled and converged around her.

The moonlight gathered, and Shen Hongling seemed to have turned into a round of small suns, instantly blooming with light as bright as day, dispelling the darkness in front of him.

This will undoubtedly make her more visible in the dark.

But since it has been determined that there is an enemy, the enemy is in the dark and I am in the light, so at least the possibility of the enemy continuing to hide in the darkness is cut off, and he can be forced to confront him head-on.

In addition, the vision here can also better guide the direction, so that the father who is rushing to find his place faster.

"Bang Bang!"

In the darkness that was dispersed, a black-clothed figure gradually appeared.

While applauding, the figure walked unhurriedly towards Shen Hongling, as if he was not worried that she would run away, and he was full of bamboo.

"Everyone in the world knows that Shen Changsheng has a Tianjiao daughter, who has unparalleled poetry, calligraphy and painting, and has entered the peak of the second realm of Confucianism when she is only eighteen years old.

"I didn't believe it very much, but I didn't want you to be even more powerful than the rumors, and you have already entered the third realm. ”

The man in black walked unhurriedly, and a huge beast shadow appeared behind him.

The beast shadow shook slightly, and the power of the moonlight that was attracted by Shen Hongling within a radius of 100 meters dispersed one after another, and the world returned to darkness again.

Martial Saint!

Shen Hongling subconsciously clenched the picture scroll held on his chest.

Seeing the other party's methods, she knew that the person in front of her was not something she could match.

I only hope that my father can arrive early, but I don't know if I can survive until my father's arrival with the power of this cave scroll.

"Concentration is good, concentration is more valuable. ”

Dispelling the disgusting light, the tone of the man in black seemed to be a little more cheerful.

"You are such a genius, if you threaten Shen Changsheng after catching it, it will definitely have an unexpected effect. ”

As he spoke, the man in black had already walked in front of Shen Hongling.

The darkness could not block his vision, looking at the unmoved expression on Shen Hongling's face.

He was stunned at first, and then suddenly burst into laughter.

"Look at my memory, I forgot that you are deaf, and tell you these ......"

Before he finished speaking, he saw Shen Hongling, who had a calm face, suddenly raised his head.

When the still calm eyes looked at him, he actually made him ...... Feel a little scared.

Shaking his head, he wanted to dispel the feeling of being targeted by a flood beast.

He laughed at himself for being too timid.

But before he could dispel the feeling of fear, he saw Shen Hongling, who had only barely stepped into the third realm of Confucianism, the 'condensation' realm, suddenly turned into an afterimage and punched him.

Not good!

Feeling the threat of that punch, the man in black subconsciously wanted to dodge.

found that the surrounding space seemed to be imprisoned, and he couldn't even dodge the slightest move.

"Bang!"

The face of the man in black collided with Shen Hongling's fist, and the whole person flew out of the air uncontrollably.

Long.....

Long.....

"Bang!"

The sound of a heavy object falling to his side sounded.

"You ....."

The man in black collapsed on the ground, a large stream of blood spilling from his mouth, and his eyes were full of horror when he looked at Shen Hongling.

He, a martial saint of the fourth realm of martial cultivation, was punched and vomited blood by a little girl of the third realm of Confucian cultivation!

Who is a Confucian cultivator and who is a martial cultivator, I am still a realm higher than you!

He was shocked in his heart, in the cave world in the painting, Shen Hongling was actually even more shocked than him.

As early as when the man in black walked towards him, he noticed that the other party was a martial saint, and heard him mention his father's name, knowing that he was coming for his father.

In order to prevent herself from falling into the hands of the man in black and becoming a hostage that threatens her father, she quietly swapped places with the painting spirit in the cave world.

The spirit in the painting is based on her image, and it is integrated with her spiritual imprint, which can be said to be an external incarnation of her.

Her idea was to drag the man in black outside by the avatar.

And so, even if you get caught.

When her father arrives, she will directly recall the incarnation, so that her father can do his best to deal with the enemy in front of him without being threatened by him.

But she never thought of it.

The avatar was not caught, but ..... One punch flew away, this is at least a black-clothed man of a martial saint.

My incarnation...... Why is it so strong?

In the cave world, Shen Hongling was at a loss because of the scene that happened outside.

Outside the cave, Shen Hongling's doubts were sensed, and the subconscious parasitic 'historical phantom of Su Luo's external incarnation' also realized that something was wrong.

I'm a Confucian cultivator, and I shouldn't fight with a martial artist!

Sensing the problem, he immediately changed the methods he used.

"Eternal day. ”

Shen Hongling's painting spirit incarnated instinctively opened his mouth and gently spit out two words.

When using his means, Su Luo suppressed his strength as much as possible, and only turned a radius of ten miles into daylight.

Turning his head to look at the black-clothed Martial Saint who was struggling to get up on the ground, the Painted Spirit Avatar gently moved towards him.

As he approached, seeing that he seemed to want to resist, the painting spirit incarnated with red lips lightly, and spit out two more words in his mouth, "Confined." ”

For a moment, the black-clothed Martial Saint felt as if his body had become no longer his own.

A huge martial arts true yuan couldn't mobilize half a point, and the whole body couldn't even move a finger.

"Bang!"

The incarnation of the painting spirit, which was the same as Shen Hongling's appearance, walked to the side of the black-clothed martial saint.

Squatted down beside him, raised his hand, and slammed a punch into his face.

"Bang!"

Second punch.

"Bang!"

Third punch.

The power of pure flesh smashed into the face of the black-clothed martial saint with a fist.

However, after more than eighty punches, the black-clothed martial saint's entire face had become unrecognizable, and even his own mother would never recognize who he was.

"Woo~"

The dignified martial saint, the voice of being beaten was full of crying.

"Confucian, Confucian sage!"

He shouted out a name that everyone in the Six Realms knew and everyone knew.

In my mind, I even remembered a terrifying existence.

It is rumored that the Confucian sages who suppressed the Six Realms back then liked to fight with the enemy in such a hand-to-hand manner.

is obviously a Confucian cultivator, but every time he faces the enemy, he directly confines the space, and then fights hand-to-hand, and the enemy who is physically destroyed by the body collapses.

The scene he experienced personally made him unconsciously think of the rumored saint.

The gap in reality also made him want to kneel and beg for mercy.

It's a pity that reality didn't give him a chance to beg for mercy.

The ninety-ninth punch shattered the soul of the black-clothed martial saint.

The 'Su Luo's external incarnation', which was in a state of subconscious parasitism, withdrew his hand with a sense of accomplishment.

I remembered the battle just now.

Well, no problem.

Except for the first punch, all the methods just used are Confucian methods, and their identities will not be revealed.

In the cave world, Shen Hongling glanced at the corpse of the black-clothed martial saint on the ground, and then fell on his own painting spirit incarnation.

I stared at it for a long time, and I sensed it carefully for a long time.

That's right.

This feeling of blood connection, this tacit understanding of consciousness sharing.

This is my incarnation of the spirit of painting, and you can't go wrong.

Can...... My avatar, why is it so powerful?