Doutu Continent

Ye Mofan's son cannot stay.

In the Demon Qin Realm, in the Emperor's Hall, Qin Bumiai opened his eyes and spit out a mouthful of black blood. It took him three days and three nights to finally bring himself back from the dangerous state of madness.

He stood up with difficulty, his waist straightened, and it took him a while to finally gather his consciousness. He no longer fell into the illusion of 300 years ago, and his eyes became firm and resolute.

The palm sucked down, and all the black blood he sprayed on the lotus platform was sucked back into the palm, and disappeared under the corrosion of the ink.

The lotus platform where he was meditating was cleaned up, and even his bloody face was not stained at all, and no abnormalities could be seen anymore.

Qin Bumiai's powerful aura around him concealed his pale face, opened the palace door expressionlessly and walked out.When the servants outside saw him, they lowered their heads in unison, not daring to look at the emperor.

"Welcome my lord to leave the customs." Everyone prostrated at his feet, suppressed by his mighty majesty.

"Pingshen, do your own thing." Although Qin Bumiei's tone was not domineering, it was full of the majesty of a born emperor.Let people obey him, convince him, and obey him.

After dismissing the servants, Qin Bumiai snapped his fingers, and after a while, his personal attendants brought portions of delicious food that had been prepared for a long time to supplement his consumption of bigu during this period.

A big black parrot flapped its wings and landed on his dining table.This is a magical beast, and it opened its mouth and said: "Great master, your humble general Yu Wenxiao, has been waiting for you outside the palace for a long time, have you seen him?"

Qin Bumiai originally handed the bird a glass of red wine he drank, but after hearing what it said, he put down the wine glass and stuffed a fruit the size of a fingernail into its mouth.

"Yu Wenxiao is my capable warrior, if you use the wrong word again, I will pluck your feathers and roast you stupid bird."

The black parrot held the fruit in its mouth and was speechless for a long time. It shook its head with a large tuft of feathers, crushed the fruit, and swallowed it: "Yes, my master! Your humble servant has remembered. Master , can I have another fruit? The smell reminds me of my previous home."

"..." Qin Bumiai's expression became complicated. This stupid parrot is a hybrid of the Demon Qin Realm and the Dou Tu Realm. Its coat color was bright at first. It has become the current black appearance, but it has also evolved into a high-level monster. Otherwise, how can it live for more than 300 years?

The home it says is the place where that person lives.The small peach blossom courtyard in Weilong City.It was once kept in captivity in Huasheng Lu Xiuyuan's home, although he raised it, but that person spent a lot of time feeding it.At that time, the bird was very stupid and could only say: Xiuxiu, I am hungry; I am thirsty, Junjun is back.Then there are a few words of auspiciousness.Even if it talks too much and is not smart now, he has been raising it.

Qin Bumiai got up and left the dining table, asked someone to put away the things, and asked his love general Yu Wenxiao to meet in the conference hall.

When he arrived, the other party was already waiting for him respectfully.

"My lord—" Yu Wenxiao looked anxious, but he was polite.After all, Emperor Zun did not come out of seclusion for a few days, and what was originally an urgent matter has become less urgent after he has done good things first.

But now one of the four generals is missing, such a big matter must be known to Emperor Zun.

Qin Bumiai retreated these days, and it was because of the backlash from the blood-stained paintings, and the blood curse was broken, that he almost went mad.He already knew why he came to him.

He preemptively said: "Is it because of the Weilong City incident? How is the situation?"

Yu Wenxiao said sadly: "In Weilong City, Zong Hao died in battle, and there was no body left. Shan Xuan and the rest of his men left with the seriously injured young master. Because he has no right to contact you directly, so he passed the news on the way. Give it to me, who is a direct superior, and let me tell you."

"Zong Hao is dead?" Qin Bumiai asked unexpectedly.Even if crossing the two-world seal barrier will damage the opponent's strength, there should be no bones left. This means that the opponent cannot get a chance to be resurrected in the Mo Lian reincarnation pool.

"It's a young artist named Ye Mofan. He was born in the Mochi Painting Academy. He is a leader among the younger generation in the world of fighting pictures. Because he has used 'painting the ground as a prison', he is speculated to have at least the power of a painter. His whereabouts are uncertain, and fighting pictures People in the world know very little about him." Yu Wenxiao explained to him, and paused at this point, "Shan Xuan said, the young master suspected that he had awakened the ability of prediction, and a few days before the defeat in this battle, he vaguely perceived Ye Mofan may be his mortal enemy."

Just like Emperor Zun and Lu Huasheng back then...

Yu Wenxiao didn't dare to mention this sentence, for fear of offending Emperor Zun. After 300 years, Emperor Zun had the idea of ​​setting foot in the fighting map world again.At this time, he can't increase the ambition of others and destroy his own prestige.

As a top fighter, every drop of warlike blood in Yu Wenxiao's body is clamoring to fight, and the battle cannot be postponed just because he meets a new opponent.

If he hesitates any longer, the opportunity for King Xi to return to Demon Qin will be far away...

"Hit the old enemy?" Qin Bumiai mentioned this word, raised his arm slightly, but put it down again.The wound on his chest that had healed 300 years ago was aching.

"A master of painting deserves to be regarded as an old enemy by the descendants of my royal family? In this world, there is only one saint of painting, Lu Xiuyuan! There will never be a No. 2 painting saint in the world of painting. Shan Xuan's worthless thing, let him Don't be alarmist, scare yourself."

"Yes! My lord—" Yu Wenxiao bowed his noble head and bowed.

Qin Bumiai asked again in a deep voice: "My son Qin Wuji, where is he now?"

Yu Wenxiao replied respectfully: "The young master is unconscious, because there is no new instruction, so according to the original plan, Shan Xuan escorted him all the way to the Phantom Valley to join King Xi."

"Xi Xue." Qin Bumi read out.When it comes to my younger brother, I have mixed feelings in my heart.He helped Yu Wenxiao up and said, "As for the follow-up deployment, I will discuss it with King Xi. You and the other two should train as soon as possible, and when the seal is broken, we can attack Doutujie at any time."

"Yes! This subordinate takes orders." Yu Wenxiao said loudly.

Qin Bumiai patted the armor on the opponent's shoulder and said, "My heart is saddened by Zong Hao's death. I will personally preside over the ceremony in three days and bury him in his clothes."

Although Yu Wenxiao was also sad in his heart, his face showed longing.

As a general, life and death have long been bearish.He was buried generously by the emperor, even though only the tomb of clothes remains.Zong Hao can also rest in peace, what a great honor it is?

But I don't know what will happen when he himself dies?

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Unreal Valley, behind this extremely dreamy name, there are countless evils hidden.I don't know how many evil painters full of evil have devoted themselves to this place for thousands of years.

Back then in Moxi Mountain, Kugu Sanren and Master Bone Erosion ambush the disciples of the Mochi Painting Academy who went out to practice. They planned to finish their vote and go to the Unreal Valley. This place is also known as the Valley of the Wicked. It was cleared and paid, but it also failed to destroy it.

Xi Xue is dressed in plain and silver clothes, the darkest part of her body is nothing but a circle of silver-gray floral pattern on the edge of the coat and a cloak of the same color.

As the demon Qin imperial family, the younger brother of Emperor Zun Qin Immortality, he did not return to the dynasty with the army 300 years ago, and was sealed in another world.Instead, he chose to stay and lurk in the world of Doutu.

It's just that 300 years have passed and there is no supplement of ink energy. Although his appearance is the same as before, his hair and eyebrows have all turned white, just like the painter Lu Xiuyuan back then.

Even though he looks young, he is still an old monster who has lived for countless years. His heart is old and cannot withstand the ravages of time.The person who hates him the most is Lu Xiuyuan. The ruthless passage of time has made his current image closer and closer to the other party's back then.

He didn't want to admit that he unintentionally imitated that strong man back then. It is the nature of Demon Qin people to worship strong men, but he was still unconvinced.

If he had killed the drunk man in disregard of Emperor Zun's stop back then, why would he have stayed in this world, and waited another 300 years before seeing hope?

Putting down the hot ink lotus petals in his hand, he ended the call with Qin Bumiai.Xi Xue turned her head to look at the unconscious young man lying on the bed.

The half leather mask on his face had already been removed by him.Qin Wuji's face, which was [-]% similar to Lu Huasheng's, was shown in front of Xi Xue, causing murderous intent to emerge in his eyes.

However, the owner of this face was not Lu Xiuyuan, who had made Mo Qin crushed, but his own nephew.

The murderous intent disappeared in a flash, and there was no trace again.Xi Xue stretched out her hand and brushed Qin Wuji's coquettish face with her fingertips, but her movements were a little rough, she pinched this handsome face without any pity.

Because in his opinion, the birth of his nephew was a mistake. He didn't support this plan, but he couldn't come up with a better way to break the barrier.

Now that the other party failed to successfully complete Emperor Zun's plan, and failed to obtain the inheritance of the painting saint, his return was delayed, making it even more annoying to watch.

In fact, although Qin Wuji was hit back by the painting and suffered heavy injuries, he should have woken up long ago.It was Xi Xue's intention to fall asleep for a long time.

He discovered that the ink energy in Qin Wuji's body was scarce, but it was the Doutushi's cultivation that occupied the main body.Before receiving Emperor Zun's instruction, he sealed off the opponent's consciousness first.Until just now, Qin Bumiai spoke with him for the first time after the Weilong City inheritance incident failed.

"Di Zun seems to be seriously hurt. Even if he can cover up perfectly in front of everyone, he can't fool me, because I know him best." Xi Xue said to herself.He moved his hand away from Qin Wuji's pinched red face.

This son actually awakened Lu Xiuyuan's residual consciousness at a critical moment.Sure enough, it is not my race, so its heart must be different.If it wasn't useful in the future, he really wanted to beat him to death with one palm!

The more Xi Xue looked at Qin Wuji, the more displeased she was, and she slapped him on the chest, causing Qin Wuji to spit out a mouthful of blood in a coma.The sullen breath in his heart was finally relieved.

"Shan Xuan!" He called out, calling people in and exhorting, "The outside world has already posted all the wanted orders for you and the young master. Even if you stay in the Unreal Valley during this period, don't let anyone see your face. You The bounty is too generous, and there is no guarantee that this full of evil painters will not be tempted. Emperor Zun has new instructions—give me the "Picture of Misty Rain in Weilong City,"

"Yes, King Xi!" Shan Xuan offered the painting to the other party without hesitation.Seeing the blood on the corner of the young master's mouth, he immediately turned pale with fright and went forward to treat him.

Xi Xue looked indifferent, indifferent.He has a sense of measure in his actions, he will not kill the other party, but will only let the other party lie down for a few more days.

Xi Xue stretched out his hand and unfolded the purified "Picture of Misty Rain in Weilong City". He stroked his nails on the palm of his hand, chanted the blood spell, and once again stained the painting with blood, completely polluting this painting that was inherited from the saint.

He continued: "The blood curse that can purify our family, Ye Mofan, this son cannot stay. The emperor has an order, one is not to let anyone other than my nephew get the inheritance of the painting saint, and the other is..."

A stern flash flashed in his dark brown eyes, "Do your best to smear Ye Mofan, ruin his reputation, and destroy him while he is still young!"