It looks like this is just an ordinary landscape painting. The light ink in the painting outlines the flowing water of the small bridge, and the distant mountains and trees. A small fishing boat docked by the small bridge, and smoke rose from a small thatched hut hidden beside the woods not far away. A few worn fishing nets were drying outside the house. A young man wearing a straw hat and a straw raincoat was carrying a load of fish baskets in his hand, and was happily walking towards the small thatched hut. The fisherman sang late and spoke in love and painting. Such paintings always evoke some flaws of people.

I lifted the back of the painting and looked at it. There was a smooth wall on the other side, and there seemed to be no hidden secrets of the mechanism. Thinking about it, even an expert in the mechanism like An Luohong could not find any clues. I could see what Mingtang came from.

I put down the painting and was about to chase An Luohong when I suddenly realized that the young man from the fishing house carrying a fish basket in the painting city had disappeared. Could it be that I was dazzled?

After rubbing my eyes, I looked at it again. The young man in the painting was indeed gone, but the fish basket could be found - it was placed at the door of the small thatched hut with fishing nets drying.

Damn, I searched for a long time and found out that it was on this painting.

I threw a divine eye technique over, but there was no reaction at all. I immediately thought: Maybe there was nothing wrong with the painting itself, but someone was tampered with it.

Thinking back to the two talismans that Guiyun taught me before handing over the mission to me, I had an idea and took out an exorcist talisman from my backpack, reached out to shoot it on the painting.

In the picture, the wind and clouds are shattering the clouds in the sky, blowing down the fishing nets in front of the door, blowing over the fishing boats by the bridge, blowing into the dark sky and the huge surging sky.

A violent shaking on the wall, a burst of black smoke rose from the painting, hovering over my head, condensed into a cloud of dark clouds, and it looked like a pool of thick ink that could not be melted.

Level 75 soul painting, five elements: wood...

It's just right!

Without saying a word, I threw a soul-cleaning spell over, and the painting soul trembled, and a ball of dark ink was pouring on me.

Damn! What kind of trick is this?

I was worried that the ink was highly toxic or corrosive, so I picked up a white-panel banner and blocked it. All the black ink sprayed onto the banner, but the arms exposed outside still had a little bit of it-

180…

A red letter rose from the top of my head, hum, little thing, can you do it just by that little? Let me see how I deal with you.

The left hand gently flipped out, and a red light came out of his hand, turning into a ball of flame in the air, rolling and roaring towards the painting soul in the air.

As soon as the ball of black ink touched the Samadhi True Fire Talisman that I had strengthened, it immediately sizzled, and a thick black smoke came out, and a lot of black powder fell from the ground. Isn’t it just a ball of ink? Isn’t it just a ball of ink? Isn’t it dry!

Just as the second Samadhi True Fire Talisman was released, the body of the painting soul was scrolled and drawn. In a blink of an eye, it returned to normal again. The continuous damage of Samadhi True Fire Talisman did not have any effect on it.

Humph, it’s not enough to use fire, we can still use water!

With my backhand, I put away the three true fire. While avoiding the ink sprayed out by the soul of the painting, I took out the Xuanming Han Water Talisman and threw it towards the ball of ink.

Unexpectedly, this loss would be a bad thing. A ball of ink, which was originally the size of a washbasin, suddenly expanded outwards sharply, and in a blink of an eye it turned into a piece of the boss, but the color became much lighter.

Didn’t I ask myself for it? Isn’t it just adding blood to it in vain? However, although the physical strength of the painting soul that swallowed Xuanming Han Water Talisman increased a lot, its attack power showed a decrease. Ink sprayed one after another, but it still had no choice but to deal with me, and the damage to my body was getting lower and lower.

As a result, I was even more skillful in fighting. So I didn't even use the talisman and directly controlled the Zhuxian Sword. With the two attributes of gold and fire on the sword, it was enough to defeat the painting soul to death. But at this moment, an accident happened.

I obviously wanted the Zhuxian Sword to go left, but somehow. Fortunately, something had pulled my arm. The Zhuxian Sword, which was originally flying in a straight line, suddenly turned right and slanted across the edge of the painting soul, causing only less than 100 points of damage.

Fuck him, I have already mastered my sword control skills to the point of perfection. How could I make such a low-level mistake? It's another sword now, and this time it's better. The Zhuxian Sword simply turned around and didn't even touch the edge of the soul painting. This time I realized that it had nothing to do with my sword control skills. But that - that ink.

Whether it was the attack launched by Huahun or the black blood that I spurted out when I cut it, in short, my hands and feet were now covered with thick black ink, and even the Zhuxian Sword was inevitably black on the left and right. It was obviously this ink that controlled my actions.

Just as I was studying how the ink attacked. An ink arrow shot through the air and shot quickly towards my chest - this is the real attack of the soul.

I hurriedly dodged to the left, but unexpectedly my right hand and right leg were going to run in the opposite direction. The ink stained on my body was like several invisible big hands, desperately pulling me to the right, preventing me from avoiding the ink arrow, and my mind was running like lightning. I pushed to the left and my body, which was originally dodging to the left, suddenly changed to the right. With the force of the traction, my speed increased several times out of thin air. The ink didn't react for a while. I took a loophole.

Unfortunately, after going all the way, a lot of time has been wasted. Although I was not shot into the vital point, I was still shot by an ink arrow on my left shoulder, and my physical strength suddenly dropped by thousands of points, so I had to try my best to replenish my blood.

My left shoulder was injured, and my left arm was inevitably covered with a lot of black liquid. After a while, I guess even my left hand would be out of control. At that time, wouldn’t I have to stand still and be rounded and pinched and let it be slaughtered?

Damn, I don’t have time to play with you here!

As soon as my mind moved, two red and black rays of light flashed through my body. Xiao Bing thrust a fire spear in his hand and rushed towards the Huahun.

The three-color unicorn that combines fire, gold and earth can not be dealt with by a small soul. Wherever the little Bing fire spear goes, the dark thick ink either flees around or is roasted and smoked and turns into dry powder.

The dispersed soul of painting turned into pieces and turned into pieces of light smoke, running around the room, spraying thick ink whenever you have the chance, trying to control Xiao Bing again by controlling me.

How could I let my precious Qilin be so wronged? A dragon scale bounced up in the air, and the dragon roar sounded across the sky. In a blink of an eye, Yaya's transformation was completed, with rolling black air wrapped around her body, and the green scales shining, which was amazing. A thick dragon tail swept horizontally, sweeping away a piece of black smoke nearby. The girl was still unsatisfied. She opened her bloody mouth and wanted to drink the painting soul that was floating around as water.

The rest of the painting soul wanted to escape, but forgot that there was a girl in red standing at the door. Hong Ling waved her lightly, and the black smoke suddenly became extremely slow. In a blink of an eye, she cleaned up Xiao Bing and Yaya.

It took me so much time. The fierce and evil soul of the painting was beaten by me like a stray dog, and there was nowhere to hide. The body as big as a basin was only the size of an egg. I kept running around the house.

"Master, please spare me! If you kill me now, Dong Lang will have no way to survive."

Damn! Why is this kind of drama again?

I looked at the painting soul of a woman in black on the ground, and I had already scolded the system a hundred and eighty times. I had already had this incident when I was the last time when I was the butterfly dance. Now I am here again, and those guys don’t want to produce anything new. Just as I was about to turn the waves that had bothered me for a long time into experience with one sword. When I turned my head, I saw that the painting on the wall was still hanging there, and that boy Dong Yanrui was still in the painting. If I killed the painting soul at this time, that guy’s soul could not be revealed?

After putting away the three treasures, the painting soul stood up from the ground with a trembling trembling and said to me: "Thank you for not killing the Taoist priest."

"I don't need to thank you." I waved my hand, and was not interested in trembling with a npc. I asked loudly: "How did you do the young master of the Dong family? Why don't you let him out quickly, otherwise!"

"No." Huahun said hurriedly, but was afraid of the Zhuxian Sword in my hand, so he could only whisper: "Dong Lang's body is still outside now. If I release his soul and spirit at this time, he will become a masterless lonely soul and will never be reborn."

"Where did the young master of the Dong family go to the body and the other two souls and six spirits?" I asked Ling Sheng, "Also, why are you taking someone's soul into the painting for nothing? Are you intentionally harming people?"

"It's unfair. Taoist priest." The soul of the painting called sadly and started to cry. Fortunately, he knew how to tell the story while crying, otherwise I would be so anxious that I would curse myself. I was most embarrassed to show off women's tears, but these NPCs were done similarly to real people, which made me feel scared.

It turned out that Dong Yanrui was born with cold and yin body, which attracted many evil demons and ghosts to covet for a long time. Fortunately, Taoist Master Huoyun hung the demon mirror on the Dong Mansion in his early years, which made it difficult for those evil demons and ghosts to get close to. However, Dong Yanrui could not escape the disaster. When he was out for a trip, he was actually fascinated by an evil ghost, so he ran out in the middle of the night.

The soul painting was originally a landscape painting painted by Dong Yanrui in his early years. Somehow, it actually had spirituality. Seeing Dong Yanrui becoming addicted to it day by day, she knew that one day he would be plagued by evil ghosts and fall into a place of no return. So she came up with such a way, and at night, she would lure Dong Yanrui's soul and spirit into the painting, making the evil ghost outside unable to fully possess his three souls and seven spirits, and the conspiracy was difficult to succeed.

Finally, Huahun begged me to bring the landscape painting back to the Fire Cloud Temple and lock it into the Soul-Suppressing Tower. Although Dong Yanrui will always become an idiot, it is better than becoming a tool for becoming a demon and an evil ghost.

Soul-Suppressing Tower? When I think of that place, I feel distressed and I wish I could dismantle it before I could do it. How could I really run over by myself? It seems that this mission belongs to An Luohong, but I don’t want it to be done by me by accident. I turned around and handed the scroll to him and asked him to return the mission.

Putting away the scroll on the wall, I turned my head and left the door and sent a message to An Luohong.

"Outside the Lidu City, the Dream Demon Temple." An Luohong's reply was only seven words, and it seemed that there were a lot of troubles there.

The Wudi City is built underground, and Lidu is on top of the Wudi City. In short, it is the intersection of the human race and the ghost race, and it is also the only way for human race players to enter the Wudi City.

I slapped back to the city talisman, ran out of the Wudi City, and set off the Zhuxian Sword and flew straight to the Dream Demon Temple, but I didn't see An Luohong's figure. Could it be that he had already entered?

He looked up at the ghostly temple of Dream Demon. In the main hall was a statue of a monster that looked like a horse. Two rows of six slender eyes were on the long horse's face, and a spiral-shaped horn was on its forehead. It was pitch black all over, half hidden and half exposed in a cloud.

This is one of the ten evil ghosts in hell - Nightmare. I didn't expect that the NPC surnamed Dong would mess with such a master.

I raised my legs and walked inside, but I saw An Luohong running over from another aspect.

"Why did you call me over? You have just arrived." I couldn't help asking when I saw An Luohong running out of breath.

"I'll go make this." An Luohong raised her hand, and then I saw that a small jar was in his hand, and the fragrance of wine was faintly heard.

I joked, "When did you learn to do this? You are not at ease when you do a task, so you go buy wine."

"Where are you going to follow?" An Luohong waved his hand and said, "This Dream Demon Temple cannot be entered just by wanting it. Look at the words on it."

I looked up and saw a couplet hanging on both sides of the gate of the temple. The first couplet was: "Soul comes, soul goes, life and death is determined by heaven." The second couplet was: "Nights of life, nightmares, death comes, death comes, and death comes, from the heart." The horizontal note: "Please enter a dream." The twenty words emitted a faint black air, and combined with the statue above the hall, it made it look even more yin.

"What does it mean?" I asked.

An Luohong smiled and said, "I knew you would ask, I just searched for a long time before I found the clue. This Dream Demon Temple rejects all living souls and dead spirits. Nothing that has life can be entered. Even if the ghost tribe comes here, it will not be able to enter the gate."

"So evil?" I said with a sly look on my face, "Looking at your proud look, you probably have found a way to get in."

"Of course." An Luohong smiled proudly and said, "It's this - Drunken Life and Dream Death Wine. As long as you drink this in the temple, players can enter a sleep state and find the place where the nightmare is."
Chapter completed!