Bai Qiuran was in the air, wrapped in layers by the picture scroll, the picture scroll was tightly attached to his body, and a human figure collapsed, trying to swallow him into the painting.
The Black Snake King fell from the sky and saw that the White Bear King was holding a magic formula and walked out of his army formation. assistance on.
He looked to the left and right, and found that except for his own demon king, all other demon king-level existences were beaten to the death by Bai Qiuran. At present, there are four intact demon kings left on his side, and only the white bear is left on the opposite side. Just the king and the white fox king.
opportunity!
The Black Snake King raised his hand without hesitation, and the demon essence in his body boiled, turning into a poisonous cloud that condensed in the palm of his hand.
"Don't think about it!"
Five or six rays of divine light burst out from the broken mountain below, smashing away the poisonous cloud condensed by the Black Snake King. The white fox king, covered in smoke and dust, rushed out from under the mountain peak, and extended a folding fan to stop the Black Snake King.
At this time, the White Bear King's mana urged again, and the bundle of giant paintings in the sky had a tendency to inhale Bai Qiuran.
Suddenly, I saw the giant painting expand with a bang, and countless blazing white sword qi shot out from the gaps in the picture scroll, turning into sword shadows that filled the sky, stabbing the body of the White Bear King with blood holes.
The white bear king kept bleeding from his nose and mouth, but he still insisted on taking it away. With the support of the hundreds of elite demon clan behind him, the picture scrolls snapped together, and Bai Qiuran was successfully included in the picture.
"not good!"
The black snake king was startled, turned his head and shouted to his allied demon kings:
"Stop that bear!"
The White Crocodile King, Eagle King and Kao heard the words and quickly ran towards the seriously injured White Bear King, and launched an attack on him, but it was too late. All attacks are resolved.
The power of this giant painting is astonishing. Not only did it contain the sword ancestors of the human race, but under the control of the White Bear King, it suddenly rolled in the direction of the Four Demon Kings. Included in the picture scroll by this giant painting.
The White Bear King stretched out his hand, and the giant painting shrank and contracted, turning into an ordinary ancient painting and falling into his hands. Then he turned his head and shouted to the White Fox King:
"go!"
The white fox king opened the folding fan, and the light radiated out, and the four people who were seriously injured and dying on the nearby battlefield, the flying tiger king, the ape king, the dragon king and the prime minister Yun Kun, were received into the fan. There was a voice with a cold killing intent.
"Where to go?"
The sound of the piano is like thunder, with bursts of chilling meaning, like a galloping army of thousands of horses, hitting the white fox king's heart defense. It is the song "Wind, Rain and Thunder" played by Su Xiangxue.
The white fox king gave a wry smile, the nine tails behind him stretched like a peacock's screen, and the folding fan in his hand opened and closed, exerting all his strength, exuding a divine light from the sky.
The sword energy and the divine light collided together, and the surrounding scenery was suddenly devastated and devastated.
The White Fox King withdrew from the aftermath, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, turned into a white light, and flew into the distance without looking back.
And behind him, there was also a white phantom, chasing after him, and perseveringly followed.
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"Ouch."
After being swallowed up by the giant painting, Bai Qiuran found himself in another small world, with green hills and flowing water, tomorrow was the sky, and there was a small village in the mountains, which looked very comfortable.
He tsk tsk looked at the surrounding scenery, then took Zhixian from his waist and asked:
"Zhixian, can you show what kind of baby this is?"
"Um?"
Zhixian seems to be dozing off. Although he has lost his body and soul, he can no longer do such things as sleep, but when he is extremely bored, he will use this "giving up thinking" method to relax himself and let him relax. Get yourself into a sleep-like state to pass the time.
After hearing Bai Qiuran's call, he woke up, and the green soul fire in his eyes quickly resolved the origin of this treasure.
"This magic weapon is called Splashing Ink Immortal Figure."
Zhixian replied:
"It's the immortal's relic from the enlightened period... Strange, when was the enlightened period? Is it an era older than the Dongqing immortal dynasty? How could the immortal's relic be lost in the demon world and into the hands of the demon clan?"
"One problem solved, three more problems."
Bai Qiuran closed his eyes and sensed it, then said:
"Very well, the Northern Demon Realm and the Imperial Capital Army are retreating, the Black Snake King and the other four have also been brought in, and Xiangxue is chasing... Everything is going according to plan."
"Can this fish out the remaining two maps?"
Zhixian couldn't help but ask.
"At least one can be caught."
Bai Qiuran took out the worn-out map fragment from the storage bag, which had already been marked by him.
"Anyway, this is a relic left by the ancestor of the demon clan. The demon kings of the northern demon world may be able to ignore it, but the Prime Minister Yun Kun must find a way to take it back from me. Moreover, this picture Painting isn't as simple as sealing people in a different dimension, right?"
"Yes."
Zhixian replied:
"In this painting, various immortal phantoms will constantly be produced to attack those who enter it. Each immortal phantom has the strength of an earth immortal."
"The realm is so high?"
Bai Qiuran blinked.
"The owner of this painting is not a simple fairy, is it?"
"Yes, the information that Great Wisdom gave me said that the original owner of this painting was an Immortal Venerable."
Zhi Xian's voice was a little confused.
"Is the Immortal Venerable... above the Earth Immortal, the only level in the Immortal World?"
"maybe."
Bai Qiuran took a step.
"Look, I just need to lure the ink-splashing fairy to attack me, and then I pretend to be defeated and be besieged and seriously injured and unconscious. Isn't this script great?"
"Great, but how do you measure the degree?"
Zhixian replied:
"As a confidant of the demon clan, you will definitely not believe it if you act too fake."
"It's simple."
After thinking about it, Bai Qiuran replied:
"I'll just use one-twentieth or one-thirtieth of my strength. I don't care about the infuriating energy that can be recovered on my own. When I run out, I'll play dead. I can hit as hard as I can."
"That's fine, just try it."
Zhixian looked forward.
"coming."
Bai Qiuran raised his head, and on the gentle hillside in front of him, at some point, a trace of ink suddenly appeared.
This piece of ink was unpredictable in mid-air, and finally transformed into an unclothed and big belly, staggering, naive, with all the facial features crowded into a ball, and a sloppy beard.
It raised its feet and walked towards Bai Qiuran, and the faint ink rose at its feet, forming a cloud of mist.
Immediately afterwards, it let out a laugh, stretched out its fist, as if drunk, and hit Bai Qiuran crookedly.