Doutu Continent

Xifeng wine has been drunk

In the world of the painting, countless map masters are trapped in it, using their finishing skills over and over again, fighting the evil spirits in the painting, trying to save themselves, and Tao Chu, who looks angry, is among these people.

Tao Chu was dragged towards the celebration stage with his hands held up by the people of the Devil Qin Dynasty. The handkerchief stuffed in his mouth almost blocked his throat, which made him almost lose his breath.The dislocated arm hurts even more from being dragged all the way.

In front of it is the protective barrier led by Gong Yangyi, gathered by a large number of Doutu masters.The people from Moqin didn't intend to run into them, but deliberately took a detour.

Tao Chu saw the evil spirits fighting against evil spirits in the sky from a distance, and various magic-breaking eye-catching skills to purify the ink energy, and hope was ignited in his eyes.Even if one Doutu master finds out that his situation is wrong, he will have one more chance to rescue him.It's a pity that his qualifications are too good.

Huang Ji's pure heart made him not even need to touch the copy of "The Picture of Misty Rain in Weilong City". All saved.

When the two subordinates reported the situation to Shan Xuan, Zong Hao heard the reply from the side, and said in a deep voice: "Little young, with good aptitude, a top-notch family background, and a realm far superior to others, he does have the capital of arrogance. It's a pity that he shot too much. vicious."

"Why do I think you're praising him?" Shan Xuan looked up at the gray sky, where the wailing voices of raging evil spirits and people from the Doutu world could be heard everywhere.What they are doing now has nothing to do with kindness.

"Praise him? I don't. He is good at dealing with his own people, but he is even more merciless when dealing with enemies." Zong Hao also looked up at the gloomy sky in Weilong City and said, "Think about those bandits."

Shan Xuan shivered.The other party whipped the bandits who had lost their resistance to minced meat. Even in the place where the strong in the Demon Qin Realm are respected, not everyone can do this method.

Zong Hao said: "The young master's methods are too gentle. You can't let Tao Chu live. Otherwise, if he survives this time by chance, he will definitely become a major obstacle to our attack on this world. If you are a person in the fighting map world, everyone is like him Similarly, I can't imagine how tragic this war will be. Even if my lord takes over this world in the future, he will still have a headache, right?"

"Unfortunately, not everyone in the world of fighting pictures is him, otherwise my lord will not be certain." Shan Xuan sneered, "As a first-tier warrior, he retreats before he fights, unlike you Zong Hao .What my lord wants, even if you risk your life, you have to accomplish it, even if you die in battle, it will stay in this foreign world forever. Shouldn't it be said like this?"

"You are right, this is our destiny as generals. Neither you nor I can escape." Zong Hao mentioned the supreme existence, and said solemnly, "My lifelong wish is to conquer The entire fighting map world."

Shan Xuan said: "Such a beautiful world will be ours sooner or later."

"Hmph." The young man wearing a leather mask came out of the barrier of the Gongyang Mansion, and sneered when he heard it, as if he was very dissatisfied with their words.

"Young master—" the two were taken aback at the same time, and led their subordinates to salute.

Shan Xuan carefully raised his eyes and asked, "Does the young master disagree with our statement?"

Qin Wuji said: "You talk too lightly, do you really think there is no one in the world of fighting pictures?"

He paused, concealing some emotions, and ordered: "I want to enter the world in the painting, during this period, you don't act rashly, everything is waiting for me to come back."

"Yes, this subordinate obeys." Everyone obeyed his order.

Qin Wuji looked around at the crowd and was about to go to the painting world.At this time, Zong Hao suddenly said: "Wait."

Zong Hao cupped his hands, and saluted again with neither humility nor arrogance, "Young master, you cannot bring the original painting of "A Picture of Misty Rain in Weilong City" into the painting world formed by it, please entrust it to your subordinates for safekeeping."

Firm tone.There is no room for refutation.

Seeing this, Qin Wuji smiled lightly, threw the painting to the other party freely and said, "Catch it, and keep it well."

When Zong Hao got the painting, he couldn't close his hands together, and he made an empty salute: "Respectfully send the young master into the world of the painting."

Shan Xuan flattered and said: "Congratulations to the young master, I wish the young master a victory and the inheritance of the painting saint."

Qin Wuji nodded, and without hesitation cast the secret technique he had just learned, and disappeared from their sight.

Zong Hao frowned and thought: "Shan Xuan, today's young master is indeed a little different from the past. Could it be that I killed him first and played later, and spread the young master's reputation in this city, so he doesn't like it?"

He looked into the distance, suspended in mid-air, at the line of black characters written with Qin Wuji's name and identity made of ink.

"This is all my master's painstaking efforts. The young master's cultivation base is too shallow. Only by becoming a painter can he bear more power of inheritance and make this matter smoother."

……

In the world in the painting, Weilong City is hazy with mist and rain, and there are evil spirits everywhere, almost no difference from the outside world.The only difference is probably that there are fewer ordinary people rolling and screaming all over the floor, and more characters in the paintings, living as their own set roles.

The cries of hawkers, the passing pedestrians, and the chickens and dogs on the road are full of life, like a paradise.On the one hand, the years are quiet and good, on the other hand, evil spirits are raging.Two completely different painting styles are integrated in the city in this painting, and there is an indescribable sense of discord.

Qin Wuji didn't see other Doutu Masters, he was the only living person in this world.

Those painters who are sucked into the painting do not have the correct way to enter the painting. Although they are also in the world of painting, they suffer in another world of painting.

While dealing with evil spirits, they will continue to provide this painting with a steady stream of cultivation.Excessive cultivation will cause more damage to outside companions.But if they don't try their best to use the finishing touch skills, the evil spirits in the painting will tear them apart, even if they know it, there is no solution.

To end all of this, unless someone uses external force to forcibly terminate the operation of this painting, or someone internally obtains the inheritance of a painting saint, and takes the cultivation of this painting as his own use.

Qin Wuji saw a striking golden light piercing the sky and falling into a courtyard.He walked to the place where the golden light disappeared, and looked up. There was a plaque on the mansion with the word "Lu Mansion" written on it.

The door was unlocked and half-open.He pushed open the door and walked into the small courtyard under the golden light, where someone was sitting on a stone bench, picked up a porcelain cup on the stone table with one hand, brought it to his mouth, and raised his head to take a sip.

Gumbling—

The liquid in the porcelain cup was clear, and it was unclear whether it was wine or clear water.

The man put down the porcelain cup, and a peach blossom fell from the blooming peach tree next to it, and one petal fell into the cup, rising and falling with the liquid inside.

"I don't know where the human face is going, but the peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze." The people in the courtyard sighed softly, "I don't know where Xie Xie is now? Is his hometown so far away? Xifeng wine has been drunk. Didn't ask him, where should I find a drink?"

After he finished speaking, he turned around and looked at the young man who broke into the courtyard.

The young man wearing the leather mask is Qin Wuji and Xie Chunfeng at the same time.When the other party spoke, his heart beat uncontrollably.

Xifeng Wine, also known as Qin Wine, is the best wine in the Demon Qin Realm.It was also the wine that his father, the emperor, respected the Qin Dynasty and most often used to entertain guests and reward his subordinates.

In his palace, there are more than ten altars of Xifeng wine bestowed by the emperor.It's just that Emperor Zun himself tastes different wines every time, and no one knows his real preference.

"Lu Huasheng?" He guessed based on the other party's attire.Painter Saint Lu Xiuyuan is dressed in white clothes and has white hair like silver. Although the portraits that have been handed down in the world are all invisible because of the opening of the inheritance, it is rumored that his appearance is extremely young and handsome.

When the other party turned his head, his face was revealed under the white cloak.Those familiar yet unfamiliar peach blossom eyes made him unable to take a step back and said:

"who are you?"

……

In Weilong City, thunder and lightning fell together, illuminating the entire sky!

The white-clothed swordsman flashed his sword, and as soon as the four lines resounded through the sky, all the fighters in the city knew that Ye Mofan was coming, and they immediately boiled.

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Use effect: down the wrath of thunder, clear all the crime points of the target! (cooling time 30 days)

After dotting the eyes, within a five-mile radius of the target, the knight in white could clearly hear the words of justice uttered with extreme force.

With the blessing of the five-color finishing pen, Ye Mofan used this big weapon to lock on not one target, but extended to the whole city.

The entire Weilong City was within his consciousness, and the celebration platform where countless evil spirits gathered was the place where his consciousness was most concentrated.

"Not good! It's Ye Mofan!" Mo Qin said.

"Why did he appear suddenly?" Shan Xuan panicked.

Countless lightning strikes fell, causing him to cover his eyes.The Thunder illuminated the ceremony platform like daylight, and it seemed that it was impossible to keep it.

"Be careful!" Zong Hao suddenly pushed him away, and a bolt of lightning fell on the place where Shan Xuan had been.

But it's not just Shan Xuan who should be careful, Zong Hao himself has also tasted the taste of being purified.

The first lightning strike was just an appetizer.More lightning suddenly struck down on them.With surging anger, he wants to slay demons and eliminate filth, and use thunder and lightning to wash away the sins of the world.

"what--"

The elites under them were the first to be unable to resist. They screamed and turned into dry bones, and were smashed into thin air.Even returning to the Mo Qin Realm, sinking the body into the Mo Lian Reincarnation Pond, and waiting for another reincarnation is impossible.

Zong Hao used the secret method to teleport one mile away in an instant, but he still couldn't escape the baptism of thunder and lightning.The thunder and lightning will not stop until his sin value is cleared.

He raised ink energy all over his body, mobilized all the energy to form a dark cloud, and resisted the thunder and lightning in the sky.

boom--!

Boom boom boom!

Every thunderbolt reduced a layer of his strength.Zong Hao spit out black blood from his mouth, and his internal organs were shaken.

Just when he was about to lose his hold, he heard Shan Xuan shouting: "Get rid of the painting on your body!"

Zong Hao untied the original painting "A Picture of Misty Rain in Weilong City" tied to his body, and threw it away at once.Immediately, the pressure was relieved by more than half.

Unexpectedly, there were countless lightnings chasing the scroll, and the holy blood that was attached to the scroll and stained the paper of the holy posthumous painting was shaken out of the scroll bit by bit by the thunder and purified by the thunder.

But there is still lightning, chasing Zong Hao relentlessly.He spat out a big mouthful of blood, his strength was consumed a little more, and he was about to be unable to hold on, but he saw Shan Xuan standing there stupidly, his hair was blown apart by the electric shock, his face was ashamed, and he was already out of danger.

"Why are you all right?"

"No, I don't know..." Shan Xuan said in the cry of the rest of his life, "Probably, I haven't killed a single person so far?"

"...You bastard!" Zong Hao, the first-level warrior of Demon Qin, the top powerhouse, angrily reprimanded the opponent, and was reduced to ashes under the thunder and lightning.