The villain and I have eight hundred minds combined

The moment Mu Hanxing jumped, the Cangxue Sword had already swept out a few pieces of frost, vibrating the two black mists and blocking the air attack for Long Jin in time!

"They have helpers coming, don't say we are disturbing you." Jing Chen landed beside him and said to Long Jin.

Long Jin didn't say anything. He spun around and swung his gun, instantly sweeping away the two sisters who were surrounding him.

The two sisters were unfortunately hit and thrown out. They fell to the ground in pain. The wedding lady was seriously injured. She reached forward with her skinny hands and said, "Master! Help!"

"You disturbed my interest in painting, prevented me from getting married today, and even injured my servants...you are so despicable!" A voice came from the sky.

This voice is... Bai Yan!

"It's interfering with the master's painting... kill... kill!" Another person jumped out from some corner.

Mu Hanxing took a look and saw that it was the ugly painting slave.

She frowned and looked at Bai Yan, who was floating in the air in plain white clothes and had a very handsome face. She finally understood why he protected the two sisters. In his eyes, the two were the ugliest people in the ghost world. They were laughed at for their looks all day long and had no dignity. Isn't that what he was when he was still a human!

Just people who share the same suffering!

When Hua Nu saw her, he felt that she was extremely familiar. He tilted his head and stared at her with his pale eyes as if examining her. There were faint purple veins trembling on his face, making him look extremely disgusting. Then, this thing pounced on her without hesitation!

This annoying thing!

"Master... I asked you to go into the painting to soak the ink and nourish the blood!" The painting slave shouted and swung the shackles on his wrists!

She dodged and was forced to say to Jingchen beside her: "Jingchen! You can deal with Bai Yan. This painting slave has set his sights on me. Let's split up and fight him!"

Jingchen accepted the order: "Got it, be careful!"

In the distance, Long Jin was about to stab the two sisters with a gun, when Bai Yan in the air conjured up a writing brush with his bare hands and swung it vigorously. Two streams of ink flew out of the brush and shot into the bodies of the two sisters at a high speed. The two seemed to have gained a lot of ghost energy because of the ink, and their bodies became unusually flexible!

Faced with Long Jin's attack, the two of them immediately dodged!

With a "bang", the shot missed. Long Jin looked up and saw that the two men had purple faces and looked ghostly, with dark tendons in their bodies trembling inexplicably.

So that's how it is. Mu Hanxing took the time to look at the sisters and the painting slaves. What flows in the bodies of these three slaves is not blood but Bai Yan's ink. Bai Yan can use this ink to control them at any time, so even if they want to betray him, it is impossible.

Moreover, the ink injected into the body is equivalent to their spiritual power, the more the stronger.

Tsk, Bai Yan’s ghost skills are as profound as Lan Qin’s!

She immediately reminded: "Long Jin, the ink is the source of their spiritual power, be careful!"

Long Jin frowned: "Got it!"

"Jingchen, Bai Yan is not easy to deal with. He is probably on the same level as Lanqin. His ink can control slaves!" Mu Hanxing said as he dodged the attack of the painting slave shackles.

"understood."

Jingchen replied, looking up at Bai Yan in the air with a stern expression, the magic whip already in his hand.

Bai Yan in the air glanced at Mu Hanxing who was speaking...How did this woman escape from his painting?

There is only one word that can crack and escape from his scroll maze, and that is "Yao". How did she know this method?

"Woman, how did you get out of the painting?" Bai Yan asked her in the air.

"Do you still have time to look at others?" Jingchen smiled, took a step forward, and swung out a whip!

As Bai Yan wielded the brush, it extended several feet out and instantly bound the divine whip that was reaching out to him. Its momentum was weakened a lot and it could no longer move forward.

Jingchen's eyes changed, and he flew forward, heading straight for Bai Yan's face, and punched him as fast as lightning, but Bai Yan dodged it nimbly by stepping back.

Jingchen swung the whip with his other hand, as fast as lightning and didn't give him any chance to react. He was hit hard on the face by the whip and fell from the sky in pain!

Jing Chen fell down with him urgently, and before he could stand firm, he slapped him hard with a palm full of spiritual power!

Bai Yan turned around and stepped back, then took another step to heaven. Seeing that this person had both superb skills and spiritual power, he quickly wrote the word "realm" in the air with a brush without saying a word. In an instant, a realm was formed around it, and white fog arose within the realm, isolating it from the outside world.

"Jingchen!" Mu Hanxing couldn't help but shout when he saw white mist rising in the distance.

The figures of Jingchen and Bai Yan disappeared in the white mist!

It's bad! This is probably Bai Yan's unique way of doing things. He drew a line on the ground to make a prison. For a moment, outsiders couldn't break in, and the people inside couldn't get out.

"You... get into the painting! Soak the ink!" The painting slave rushed up again and kicked him.

"Fuck you!" Mu Hanxing quickly held the sword horizontally and used the sword to block the kick!

"Tsk! This guy is so rude, even ruder than you." The green-haired guy on his head sneered.

"Stop talking nonsense! He is more powerful than before, probably because he has been injected with new ink. Come down and help!" Mu Hanxing said to Qingxi above his head.

"Tsk, what a trouble." Qingxi flew down from above his head and transformed into a human form on the spot, holding a fan in his hand and ready to cast a wind spell.

The two of them were finally able to fight without much effort against a painting slave. During this interval, Mu Hanxing looked at Long Jin in the distance again. Long Jin was still fighting alone against the sisters with enhanced spiritual power, but he was never at a disadvantage.

There was no time to take a closer look at the fight between the two men, as the painting slave on the opposite side rushed over again!

Qingxi jumped back, fearing that he would be kicked by this ugly thing, and then he concentrated his mind and condensed his spiritual power, and with a wave of his fan, a small tornado blew over!

The tornado blew the slave's face so hard that it hurt. He screamed and was pushed back. He half-knelt on the ground and screamed: "Ah! Ah!"

Mu Hanxing took the opportunity to step forward and swing with the sword, but he didn't expect that the man reacted much faster and quickly raised his shackles to block it. With a "bang", the sword was bounced back!

This painting slave is much stronger than before and more difficult to deal with!

On the other side, an independent area was generated in the white fog.

This is Bai Yan’s ghost technique - painting realm.

People can use more magic in the field to defeat the enemy, and the enemy will have to fly out of the field!

Jingchen looked around and found that he was in an independent space of ghost magic. He could no longer see anything except the white fog. It seemed that he could not get out unless he defeated the ghost.

His eyes darkened and he felt emotional. After all these years, this was one of the few times he was serious.

The painting was filled with white mist. Jing Chen felt it and found it was not some poisonous miasma. Even if it was, it probably wouldn't have much effect on him, so he didn't know what the ghost opposite him was planning.