Xianjun!Keep the fish under the sword!

Wuyou suddenly felt that the finger that just touched the painting's seal was slightly hot.

She frowned and flicked her fingers.

At the same time, a dark red mist suddenly appeared in the cave.

Before they could react, countless dark chains were suddenly drawn out of the red mist, covering the three of them in all directions!

No worries, no joys, and no thoughts are all Yi Lin.

Wuyou reacted quickly and jumped up, avoiding the chains piercing through the mist below, and the next moment her back hit the vertical iron chains, she cursed secretly, before she could dodge again, her whole body was about to fly in all directions The chain that came out was strangled and could not move.

The Hengmao exclaimed, and was also tightly wrapped by the entangled iron ropes, even the fins could not be stretched out.

Both the red mist and the chains came too fast, Wu Nian wanted to play the flute, but the hand holding the flute was first entangled by the iron chains, and before he could blow, both arms were already strangled by the iron chains, he wanted to arouse the demon power to resist The chains became more and more coiled, until they bound him firmly layer by layer, making it difficult to move slightly.

Because Wu Huan felt the magic breath attached to the paintings of ghost symbols hanging on the cave wall because of the blood fox spirit clothes on his body, he guessed that the collectors of the paintings had set a trap here.Pretending not to see clearly the inscription on the painting, Wuyou went to correct and touch it.

He thought it would be a separate trap for those who touched the painting, but he didn't expect that just a moment after Wuyou touched the painting, the entire cave was covered in red mist!

At this moment, the iron chains wrapped around his body quickly, he secretly gritted his teeth, aroused the blood fox spirit clothes to swallow the magic breath attached to the chains.However, the entanglement of the cables and chains was so heavy that the spirit clothes couldn't swallow it, and he was already sweating from the pain.I can't help but feel annoyed secretly.

After the three people and one fish were bound by the iron chains, the red mist in the cave slowly faded away, Wu Nian, Wu You, and Wu Huan cast their eyes down, all shocked.

Under the iron chain, the floor of the cave they walked in before no longer exists, replaced by billowing magma.

"It's no wonder the walls of the Sleepy Devil's Cave feel slightly hot to the touch." Wu Nian said solemnly, "It turns out that there is lava hidden at the bottom of the cave."

"We seem to have fallen into that devil's trap!" Wu Huan saw that the boiling lava below was scorching (zhuo) hot, as if he wanted to pull all three of them into the fire magma and burn them to ashes. .Can't help being anxious.

Wuyou felt that the finger that signed the painting before was scorching hot, and she was the first to be bound by the chain and pulled into the magma below.

"Worriless." Shuiyun Jun turned to look at her.The voice is still light, and there seems to be worry in the eyes.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhmm from" from ," can you can swim in the lava?"

Can't thank you enough.

The scorching heat wave rushed to the face.Wuyou struggled vigorously.

But as soon as she struggled, more chains entangled her body, Wuyou shouted violently, her tightly bound legs suddenly turned into a bright white dragon tail, she flicked her tail vigorously before the iron chains wrapped around her, Slapping away the speeding cable chain, the scales of the flood dragon's tail were very hard, and there were continuous clanging and sharp sounds.

But Wuyou's body was still being pulled by the iron cable and approaching the shore below step by step, the distance he saw was only a few feet away!

Wuyou was furious immediately, the tail of the flood surged even more, and slapped the surrounding cave walls fiercely.The entire cave seemed to be trembling faintly under the beating of the giant flood dragon's tail.

Suddenly, several paintings hanging on the cave wall were knocked down by Jiaowei, and they all fell into the magma below.

Wu Nian's gaze immediately followed the falling painting and looked down.

But one second before the painting was about to fall into the magma, a figure appeared out of nowhere above the lava, and he stretched out his hand to quickly catch all the falling paintings.

It's Mr. Fog Demon Zuiyin.

His glass-like white eyes were full of anger, his expression was cold, and the eyes that looked up at Wuyou were full of terrifying hostility. "You took his picture down?!"

"So what?!" Wuyou was so hurt by the iron rope, he raised his voice and said angrily: "It's just some ugly ghost symbols! You set this trap, right?! Let me go, princess! !Otherwise, even your princess, the trapped devil's lair, will be ruined by you!!!"

Wumo looked at Wuyou coldly, and his eyes fell on her red and hot right index finger: "You still touched his painting?!" As soon as he spoke, he suddenly furiously said: "Who allows you to do whatever you want?" Touch his painting?!"

After saying that, the chains around Wuyou tightened every inch of his anger, Wuyou clenched his teeth in pain, and was also extremely angry: "Little mist demon! How dare you go crazy in front of this princess! Wait for me to fight!" Opening the chain will definitely make you want to live and die!!!”

The fog demon held the painting in his hand tightly, and sneered again and again: "Don't you think you are too ridiculous?! Breaking into other people's homes and knocking over other people's treasures, almost destroying them, and accusing me of being crazy! It's just more than a hundred A [-]-year-old Jiao Yao dares to be so conceited, since he dares to call himself a princess, he must have a noble status, I, Zuiyin Jun, have been a demon for tens of thousands of years, today I will discipline you, an arrogant little demon who knows nothing about the heights of the world, for the master of the demon world!"

The chains around him suddenly tightened, the sound of broken bones could be heard, Wuyou screamed, and the huge dragon's tail suddenly dropped.

In the cave, Pei Yan, who was coming with Guchen Xianjun, seemed to hear Wuyou's screams, and his face suddenly changed.

Wu Nian's voice was already cold: "... Wuyou!"

Heng male fish shouted: "Brother Yu, sister!!!"

Zuiyin Jun said indifferently: "You are so arrogant and domineering at such a young age, how can you understand half of the kindness and love in the future, it is nothing to talk about courtesy and righteousness with you! If you treat you kindly, I am afraid that in the future, you will repay your kindness with revenge! "

Wuyou was in a trance uncontrollably in his mind, and seemed to see the iron prison in the depths of the demon palace again... The blood-stained man in the prison held the railing tightly with his fingers, stared at her and said over and over again: "You don't know what to do?" You didn’t treat me as your elder brother! You just because I’m stronger than you! Once I become weaker, you’ll step on me again...and then peel my fish scales..."

I will not.

As if she was really in a trance, tears suddenly overflowed on her small face, and she didn't know whether it was the pain or some other reason.

The small body suddenly curled up slowly with the rope chain, and hugged himself tightly.As if responding to Zuiyinjun's accusation, or responding to the fear in her heart in the phantom array, she gritted her teeth and muttered: "I won't..."

The fog demon looked at her and flicked his hands mercilessly.

The tens of thousands of ropes and chains wrapped around Wuyou's body were scattered in an instant, and her small body with broken bones and twisted body suddenly fell down.

The gushing magma rolled under the cavern, getting closer and closer to her.

The dragon's nature is water, and its nemesis is igneous rock. If it falls into the lava, it will definitely die...even the ghost soul may not be able to survive.

Wu Nian's eyes moved, and her voice became cold and solemn: "Wuyou!"

Seeing that she was about to fall into the magma, Heng Gongyu flicked his tail and struggled: "Wow Yu brother and sister!!! Wake up!!!"

When they were less than a foot away from the lava, two figures appeared out of thin air.

Pei Yan grabbed the little girl's thin wrist.

The little body that was limp due to broken bones was pulled by him, Wuyou was stunned for a moment, and raised his head to look at Pei Yan in a daze.

Tears rushed out of her eyes in an instant, she raised her head and cried to Pei Yan with tears all over her face: "I won't...I won't...Brother...Brother...you believe me...I won't I won't bully you anymore... I won't peel your fish scales anymore... I really won't..."

She cried: "You are my brother...you will always be my brother..." For some reason, she trembled uncontrollably, choking and sobbing uncontrollably: "I really won't bully you anymore... never again It doesn't matter...whether you...are stronger than me..."

Pei Yan stared at her blankly for a while.

He was hanged by the Jinping spirit vine by Guchen Xianjun standing on the fairy sword. He heard her crying to himself with her face up, and realized later: "Damn it, it turns out that you yelled because you felt that you were not as strong as me!" My brother?!"

He stretched out his other hand and touched his chin: "I thought it was my heroic appearance in front of the 'Psychic Immortal' on the ferry boat that moved you..."

A certain "crazy fairy" gave them a cold look.

Pei Yan pulled Wuyou up with force and hugged her in her arms. "Okay, I see, believe you believe you... Fuck, the bones are broken."

Pei Yan turned his head to look at the fog demon Zuiyinjun floating in the air above the cave: "I heard it from outside, I don't mind if the brat breaks your painting, but throwing it into the magma is a bit too much Bar?"

The fog demon looked at Pei Yan, and said coldly: "For you, she just damaged a few paintings, but for me, she almost destroyed the treasure left by my friend."

Pei Yan said: "For you, you just punished a little demon who almost destroyed your treasure, and for me, you beat my sister who was not guilty of the crime until she was seriously injured, and you wanted her life. "

Jun Zuiyin's eyes showed a cold light: "This woman is domineering, death is not a pity!"

Pei Yan was pulled up by the Jinping spirit vine, and stood on the Guchen sword. He healed her with the demon power while holding Wuyou in his arms, and at the same time said to the fog demon, "I didn't want to say it at first, but Mr. Zuiyin, you will Jiang Huaxian The painting left to you by you is so important..."

Pei Yan suddenly looked up at him: "Have you ever thought about whether it's worth it?"

Zuiyin Jun immediately said: "I am a close friend with him! Of course it is worth—"

"Then why hasn't he come back to guard the tomb after 3000 years?" Pei Yan interrupted him, staring at Zuiyin Jundao.

Zuiyin Jun raised his eyes and looked into the distance: "He must be trapped by something...he wants to come back...but he can't come back..."

"Don't deceive yourself!" Pei Yan said sternly: "If he is not dead, he designed you."

"Design..." Zuiyin Jun's eyes lighted up, and he interrupted Pei Yan the next moment: "What nonsense are you talking about?! He won't die! It won't be designed by me! He and I are bosom friends, and he will You won’t be wronged by me!!”

"For 3000 years, you have used the magic mist to help him trap the group of demons that escaped from the heart demon pool, guarding the Qianji tomb on his behalf, and suppressing the heart demon pool." Pei Yan looked at the fog demon and said, "Wan Wan from the land of fallen demons Momisheng' is the enchantment you have been doing your best to maintain for him, right? In order for the demons to escape from the land of the fallen demons, and for the time when he is away, the pool of demons will not make a big mistake …You have been saving him and taking on the responsibilities and obligations that should have been borne by him. But it has been 3000 years…he said he would return soon, but made you wait for a full 3000 years.”

Zuiyin Jun's face paled slightly, and he only said for a long time: "He will come back...he believes that he will definitely come back."

"You are trapped in the land of fallen demons by the soul-binding chain. Once True Monarch Burning Moon dies, you may never be able to leave this place for the rest of your life." Pei Yan looked straight at Jun Yinjun: "Do you think he is guarding the tomb here, and you I have been with you for 1000 years, after leaving, will I come back and stay here with you to guard the tomb?"

"Why not?!" Zuiyin Jun suddenly looked at Pei Yan: "We know each other, we are true confidants! He promised me that I will definitely come back! We will help each other in the future, the world will be great..."

"The sky is big and the earth is big?" Pei Yan immediately interrupted him: "For him, the sky is indeed big, but for you, a trapped demon...how come the sky is big and the earth is big?"

"Shut up!" Zuiyinjun sternly said: "Don't provoke me, no matter what, I will do what I promised him, and I will never open the things he entrusted to me for safekeeping! Anyone but him!" After he finished speaking, his figure swept back suddenly, and the fog disappeared.

"Stubborn and unresponsive! Recalcitrant to old age!" Gu Chenxian scolded coldly, and a blade of immortal power swung towards him violently.

He saw a muffled groan coming from the semi-fogged figure, obviously he had been injured, but the next moment the dark red mist enveloped the crowd, all the chains in the mist suddenly retreated, Henggongyu cried out in surprise, his body straight down.

Almost at the same time, there was the sound of flutes, and the rustling of earth and rocks breaking open and roots struggling could be heard from all around the cave wall.

When the fog dissipated, the dark iron chains had all disappeared, and the figure of the fog demon had disappeared.

The collapsed ground in the cave has been covered by criss-crossing vegetation rhizomes.The layers are dense, and the magma and lava below are completely invisible, forming a new cave floor.

Yokohama dropped on the ground made of vegetation.

Too late to chase.

Xianjun Guchen took back the fairy sword and it fell to the ground. Pei Yan got off the Guchen sword and walked on the ground with Wuyou in his arms. He looked up at the cave.

At the side, Wu Nian said softly: "Even at the critical moment when Immortal Guchen's Immortal Blade approached him, he did not forget to take away all the paintings left to him by Immortal Jianghua in the cave."

After hearing this, several people raised their heads and glanced at the cave wall, only to see that the wall was covered with cold and hard rocks, and the nearly [-] "paintings" hidden and hung here before were indeed gone.

Pei Yan said casually: "It's a pity that I haven't had time to appreciate it yet." He looked down at the somewhat weak Wuyou in his arms: "Danyang Xianjun said that Jianghua Xianjun is a bad painter... His painting is really ugly?? ?”

Wuyou curled up into a ball in his arms, his little face was pale and sweaty, and he was using demon power to connect the broken bones all over his body. Hearing this, he snorted softly: "It's all... ghost symbols..."

In a cave with dense walls, there are round tables, stone couches, low stools, benches, and rows of bookcases and desks.

The gray mist instantly condensed here.

This place should be the sleeping cave of the fog demon deep in the sleepy demon cave.

After the mist, Zuiyinjun's figure appeared instantly, holding a thick stack of rolled paintings in his arms.

He stepped out of the fog, carefully carried the picture scrolls in his arms and put them on the desk next to the bookcase, arranging them one by one according to the size of the space.

I don't know whether it was due to the injury or the demonic poison in his body that had not been expelled before, his face was obviously pale, and his lips were dark and slightly purple.

After arranging the last painting, he couldn't help reaching out to pick it up again. The scroll of white paper and black ink slowly unfolded in front of him. Inside was a painting of a mountain rock with splashed ink. Wanton splashing, as well as traces and faintly visible fingerprints left by fingertips dipped in ink.

He looked at the fingerprint for a while, then slowly stretched out his hand, and gently stroked the ink-colored mark.

After a long time, a rush of heat surged up in his chest, he quickly turned his head, and spit out a mouthful of blood on the ground on one side, without staining the scroll in his hand.

He rolled up the painting again, placed it lightly on the table next to the cabinet, and then sat on the stone bench beside the round table.

A simple and old brocade box is in his hand.

The fog demon turned his eyes to look at the brocade box, stretched out his hand, and took out several jugs of spirits placed on the stone table.

He lowered his eyes and fixedly stared at the brocade box, poured out the spirits in the jug one after another, and drank it all... At the end, he let out a sad smile: "Why haven't you come back?"

After a long time, his eyes gradually blurred, he stopped looking at the brocade box, and only murmured softly: "Waiting for 3000 years, keeping for 3000 years... do you regret it?" It is asking yourself, and it seems to be asking yourself at the beginning.

But after a long time, he still shook his head slowly, stretched out his hand to pour out the wine in the pot, raised his head and drank it in a sip, and said with a smile: "No regrets, no regrets, you and I are bosom friends, for you... I will never... regret!"

The author has something to say: Jiang Hua Xianjun: Who dares to say that my painting is a ghost painting talisman? !

Audience: Ghost painting talisman.

Jiang Hua (throws into Zuiyinjun's arms): Woooooo...

Zuiyin Jun: Don't cry, don't cry, the drawing is superb, what kind of ghost drawing!Don't listen to their nonsense!