The villain and I have eight hundred minds combined

"This is..." Bai Yan was shocked in the sky, "Few people can use the golden spiritual root to such perfection."

"I feel annoyed when I see dragons, so I didn't want to use it." Jingchen looked at the ink dragon that looked a bit like Long Jin's original body. He pushed forward with his palm, and a ray of golden light hit the dragon through the golden bell!

The ink dragon wailed and quickly turned into ink and dissipated.

Bai Yan didn't believe that his golden spiritual root could really withstand thousands of attacks, so he used his extremely powerful ghost skills to use new paint to paint a fiery red phoenix. The flames spewed out by the phoenix were lifelike and could burn people instantly. After it locked onto Jing Chen, it swooped down, and countless fireballs followed!

...This Bai Yan is really something. He draws whatever he finds annoying.

Seeing the Phoenix is ​​really annoying.

He recited the mantra in the golden bell, and countless fireballs were bounced out, hitting the ground and turning into dots of ink again. At this time, the golden bell was broken. Although this trick was easy to use, it consumed a lot of spiritual energy and could not be sustained for long.

Bai Yan's Yin energy gradually dissipated, and even his ghost energy was not enough for him to fight a long battle. So, he continued to use the pen as a gun, and lifted himself up in the air with a vertical pole, and then chopped down with great force!

Jing Chen stretched out the Golden Spirit Whip to block it, and the whip turned into an extremely soft silk ribbon. The force was like hitting cotton, soft and weak, and it was actually dissolved by the soft overcoming the hard!

Bai Yan was stunned, and quickly jumped back into the air. He narrowed his eyes and felt that this man's ability to resolve the moves was really terrible! He became angry and could no longer remain calm. He casually took out an inkstone from his sleeve. The inkstone was thick with black ink and exuded a fragrance.

Jing Chen locked onto the ink stone, thinking that that must be the source of his ghostly power. This time he took the initiative and flew over quickly, wanting to smash the ink stone into pieces with a whip!

Bai Yan had already seen through his flying attack. With a stroke of the brush, a fake human skin appeared in front of him. The fake body looked exactly like him. Like a zombie, he began to swing the brush to chop people! Jing Chen jumped up and kicked the fake body away, and continued to fly towards the real body!

Bai Yan panicked and dodged hastily, turning around to protect the inkstone in his hand. He drew a stroke and thick ink splashed out like steel chains, extending infinitely to the entire white fog space. He was drawing a new prison for him!

Jing Chen looked around and saw that the ink was spreading very quickly, surrounding him in all directions in the center. Bai Yan was ready to use this last bit of strength to tie him up in the middle and strangle him with the drawn chains!

He sneered in his heart and continued to chase Bai Yan without a care in the world. He condensed a strong spiritual power in his hand. The moment he was closest to Bai Yan, he turned around and saw countless chains drawn with ink chasing him. Then he suddenly turned around and injected all the golden light in his hand into the chain!

"Ah——!" Bai Yan's whole body was suddenly numbed by electricity and he screamed in pain!

The electric light conducted along the ink chain to the inkstone, giving Bai Yan, who was holding it, a tingling sensation!

Taking advantage of the moment when Bai Yan was in pain and the force was completely relieved, Jing Chen swung the whip forward with all his strength, and with a "bang", he broke the inkstone in his hand!

"you!!!"

The moment the inkstone was shattered, all the strange shapes of ink drawn around it dissipated, the surrounding white mist dissolved, and the entire painting scene disappeared.

Bai Yan fell from the sky and sat on the ground. His whole body was stiff and uncomfortable, numb and painful. For a moment, he was unable to gather the power of ghost magic. When he looked up again, Jing Chen, who had returned to his original state, was standing in front of him, with a determined look and a hint of contempt in his eyes.

"You..." Bai Yan was so angry that he couldn't speak.

He hated this look!

"You lose." His eyes had turned black, and he looked as lazy as usual.

Then, he tied up Bai Yan with the Golden Spirit Whip and waited for the monarch to decide. Looking further away, he saw that Long Jin had beaten the sisters so badly that they had no power to fight back and were lying face down on the ground...

This time, the two faces were no longer bearable to look at, and they both fell to the ground, unable to move.

The sinister-looking Hua Nu, who had a strong desire to attack, fought with Mu Hanxing for quite some time. Qingxi cast a wind spell from a distance, which made it difficult for Hua Nu to move and he quickly gained the upper hand.

At the moment the inkstone shattered, the painting slave suddenly became like a puppet with its strings cut. His movements became slow and stiff, and he looked stupid and dazed, as if he had no idea what he was doing.

Mu Hanxing took advantage of the situation, swung his sword, and the moonlight filled the sky. The sword energy hit him at once!

The painting slave had no time to dodge and was hit hard. He opened his eyes wide, feeling unbearable pain, and fell to the ground in an instant, unable to stand up.

The three of them finally worked together to subdue the evil spirit here.

"I have no control over how outrageous you are in the ghost world, but several mortal girls have been killed here, and you can't escape responsibility!" Mu Hanxing pointed his sword at Bai Yan's chest and said angrily.

"What does that Thunder-Patterned Tiger have to do with me!" Bai Yan was furious.

"It was your men who became his accomplices. Are you so sure that King You won't cause trouble for you? Now that Lei Wenhu is dead, someone has to take responsibility for this, right?" Mu Hanxing asked him again.

Bai Yan gritted his teeth and said nothing. He looked at the sisters lying on the ground and felt hatred in his heart.

Why did you cause him trouble and create unnecessary complications? You are so greedy. Can't you just stay in Baijiazhuang?

"The Saint... The Saint is kind-hearted and will definitely take care of us! Master, go and beg her!" The matchmaker lying on the ground looked at Bai Yan and said in a hoarse voice.

Who is the Saint...Mu Hanxing is confused!

At this time, a bell rang in the courtyard. The sound of the bell was quiet and distant. Although it was not like the sound in the temple, it was enough to make people's hearts peaceful and worry-free for a moment.

When the matchmaker heard this voice, she showed her black teeth and grinned, "It's the auspicious time! It's the auspicious time! We can get married now! Master, I have carefully calculated the auspicious time for you in the ghost world. You can't just ignore me, wuwuwuwuwuwu!"

Bai Yan frowned but remained silent. He looked into the courtyard. The inkstone was destroyed and the original Bai family courtyard was gradually restored to its original appearance. In fact, it was just an ordinary manor. The snow scene and cold plum blossoms in the courtyard were also painted by him, but now they have disappeared.

When the winter plum blossoms fall, my heart feels empty.

He suddenly felt sad.

At this time, as if because she heard the bell ringing from the backyard, Shi Yao, who had been in the new house, lifted the drapery and walked out.

She didn't know how the so-called "ghost marriage" worked... She was always uneasy, but she had to stay in the ghost world. She waited in the bridal chamber for a long time and prepared herself mentally. Even if she had to sell her soul, she just wanted to see that person again.

But no matter how long she waited, no one came. It was not until she heard the bell that she came out.