This painting can't be called a painting at all, it is almost equivalent to the full force of a third-layer cultivator, so the owner of this painting is not easy to think about.

"You'd better not have such thoughts again, otherwise I won't be able to save you!" Lin Wuwei said coldly.

But then his tone became extremely gentle, and he said in a deep voice, "Stand down first, and go to the steward and withdraw a hundred taels of gold, which will be your reward." ”

Hearing this, Wu Rong showed a happy smile on his face and left here in a hurry.

He was originally a scholar, but he failed repeatedly, and finally he gave up the idea of entering the imperial examination to become an official.

Instead, he chose to defect to Lin Wuwei, the eighth prince who was extremely favored by the emperor, if the eighth prince ascended to the throne in the future, then the benefits brought by the old man of the eighth prince by himself from the dragon minister were absolutely unimaginable.

It's a pity that he doesn't know that the Eighth Prince is not a mortal, not to mention that he himself is not interested in the throne of the mortal world at all, but his father, the king, is exactly like this, and he is extremely fond of him.

And here, after the young man in Chinese clothes was silent for a while, a trace of determination flashed in his eyes, and then he changed into a black dress and left the palace quietly.

Halfway through the city, he eventually came to an overcrowded prison, and then used invisibility to make his way through most of the prison until he finally came to a stone wall.

He stood still, waved his hands again and again, and made a decision, and suddenly there was a ripple in the center of the stone wall in front of him, and he flashed and got in.

This is a black passage, although there is no light in it, but you can vaguely see the countless corpses on the ground, walking on the ground, suddenly there is a sound of bones breaking.

What's more, on both sides of the passage, every meter, there is a skull on the wall, both human and beast, with a faint green light coming out of the eye sockets, like a human eye staring at the person who enters it.

At this time, Lin Wuwei slapped the storage bag on his waist, and suddenly there was an extra token in his hand, and with the injection of Lin Wuwei's spiritual power, the token suddenly burst out with a dazzling light.

The white light flashed, and the green light in the eyes of those skeletons on the wall suddenly disappeared, taking advantage of this opportunity, the young man in Chinese clothes withdrew and quickly disappeared in place.

Looking back, it was already at the other end of the channel.

But here, there is a huge pool of blood, about the size of dozens of people hugging each other.

As for how deep it is, I'm afraid only the person above the blood pool knows.

At this time, the man in Chinese clothes came to the blood pool, knelt down on one knee, and said respectfully: "Master, the disciple has something he wants to give to the master." As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and handed out the painting from Wang Fan.

Before the words fell, the long-haired man above the blood pool suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the disciple in front of him that he had temporarily accepted.

As his eyes opened, a bloodthirsty red light flashed, and unconsciously, he found that his master's cultivation was getting higher and higher, giving him an extremely terrifying feeling.

At this moment, the long-haired man above the blood pool was moved, and suddenly the scroll fell into his hand.

Then a stroke sounded in the dark space, it was the sound of the scroll being opened, and I saw the scroll with the sea blue bird completely spread out in the air.

I saw the long-haired man stretch out his hand suddenly, as if he had touched a mechanism on the painting scroll, and suddenly a burst of mist rose from the scroll.

A flock of sea blue birds seemed to have come to life and flew out of the painting, looking at the long-haired man not far away, a hint of horror flashed in his eyes.

However, they seemed to be able to tell who was their master, and after a hiss, they rushed towards the young man in Chinese clothes not far away.

Seeing this, the man in the Chinese costume was depressed for a while, although these sea blue birds were nothing, but ......

But at this time, he couldn't think too much, in the face of the enemy's attack, there was no reason not to fight back.

You can't just stand and let someone else fight!

Lin Wuwei pinched his right hand, his lips moved slightly, and the sea blue bird that suddenly attacked began to crack inch by inch from a burst of spiritual power from his fingertips.

In just one breath, all those sea blue birds were wiped out by him and disappeared without a trace.

At the same time, it was as if something had been lost from the scroll, and all its contents were gone, leaving only a hollow scroll.

Seeing this, the young man in Huafu was very puzzled, but when he saw that his master was pondering, he didn't dare to interrupt.

After a while, the long-haired man above the blood pool suddenly moved, and muttered in a low voice: "What a good one to enter the Tao with painting, and then to understand God with painting, and to paint God...... When he said the ...... of the gods, there was a hint of admiration in his words.

If Wang Fan heard this, he would definitely be surprised, because this was the plan in his heart to transform into a god.

"Sure enough, you can't underestimate the people of the world, I originally thought that the old man would enter the devil with blood, understand God with demons, and thus turn into a god, which can be described as incomparable. I didn't expect ......."

"However, the old man has never bowed his head to anyone in his life, since I have met you, how can I not have a try, I want to see if you turn into a god first, or the old man and I will take the first step......"

As he spoke, his right hand dipped his right hand in the blood pool and danced in the sky above the scroll, and only afterimages could be seen.

At the same time, this person's body exuded an arrogant and domineering demonic aura, and the corpses that were still intact in the blood pool suddenly shattered into powder and melted into the blood pool.

Although he saw countless afterimages, Lin Wuwei found that there was nothing else on the scroll, except for one word:

"Demon"

At first glance, there was nothing, but gradually, Lin Wuwei felt a strange suction, as if his whole body was about to sink into it.

Then there was a "click", and the picture scroll that was suddenly rolled out suddenly rolled up, and Lin Wuwei woke up.

After the scroll turned around a few times in the long-haired man's hand, then he flicked his fingers, and suddenly the scroll flew into the hands of the young man in Chinese clothes.

You must know that he himself has the cultivation in the early stage of foundation building, although he is not comparable to the long-haired man, but he can cultivate to this point, and his will is extremely firm.

Just now, he just glanced at the magic word one more time, but an idea came to his mind, that is, to be a demon, a real demon.

If it weren't for the fact that the long-haired man happened to close the scroll at the end, then he would probably ......

Thinking of this, he suddenly shuddered, this kind of strange means will change a person, which is more uncomfortable than death.

Sometimes people are not afraid of death, they are afraid that they are no longer themselves, so what is the point of your life.

The long-haired man was not interested in the little bit of caution in his disciple's heart, the only thing he was interested in was which fellow believer.

He wondered how the mysterious man would react when he saw his words!

If this person is serious and finds himself to kill, then this person will turn into a god, hopeless!

If he is not serious, then even if this person turns into a god, in his opinion, it will not be of great use!

Winning the championship is impossible!

So, it was the choice he gave, and he was curious to know what kind of choice that person would make.

"Take the painting back and give it back to the person who painted it. The long-haired man didn't seem to speak for a long time, and his voice was a little hoarse.

"Obey!" Lin Wuwei nodded immediately, although he didn't know what his master's plans were, but he still knew if he obeyed his master's orders.

Before he could turn around and leave, the long-haired man picked up a bead of blood and flicked it, and it immediately flew into Lin Wuwei's mouth.

At the same time, a voice came.

"Go back and cultivate well, with this drop of blood, there should be no problem in breaking through the middle stage of foundation building!"

Hearing this, Lin Wuwei's face showed a hint of joy, since the master said so, then it would definitely be okay to break through to the middle stage of foundation building.

After all, it is too tiring to meditate and practice penance every day, so it is better to behave in front of the master, and I can't say that the master will reward a little treasure that can improve cultivation as soon as he is happy.

Just like today, thinking of this, Lin Wuwei's mind rose with a trace of other thoughts.