"Wait here for me, I'll go in and have a look." Ye Que's expression was serious, "I'm not calling you, no matter what happens or what strange sights you see, don't go there, or you will bear the consequences."
"Sir, did you find something? Is my sister okay?" Qian Shuxiao asked hastily. The person in the room was his own sister. Since Ye Que's expression is so serious, something must be wrong. In fact, he himself felt that something was wrong with his sister during this period of time, but he couldn't find the reason. Now it seems that 80% of them recruited some dirty things.
"I don't know, I'll know after reading."
"Then it's all up to you, sir. I'll wait here. If you have any orders, just call out and I'll go over immediately."
With his hands behind his back, Ye Que was not very nervous. From what he saw, in this Luoyang, or even in this entire world, there might be nothing that could make him really nervous for a hundred years.
Ye Que just felt that Luoyang's evil spirit seemed to become stronger overnight, and he could meet monsters wherever he went, so the density was too high, or was his luck really good
Walking into Qian Shuhua's room, I saw a woman in her twenties standing upright in front of the table, holding a beautiful paintbrush in her hand, and waving it on the rice paper in front of her with full concentration. The lady has long black hair, but the hair of Qian Shuhua is very short, almost shoulder length, her eyes are black and bright, piercing, her cheeks are white and rosy, and her figure alone is definitely superior.
It's just that Qian Shuhua's expression at this moment is a little too focused, and it can even be said that he is in a state of extreme fascination.
After sniffing his nose, he took a closer look at the landscape at the door, and found that there was an incense burner under the painting, and there were three expensive incense sticks in the incense burner. Ye Que snorted coldly, "These little monsters are really daring now." , you dare to come out and harm people even if you don’t understand the practice.”
"Qingqiu is 30,000 miles away, cut through the gate of heaven with one sword, and show up."
Now that Ye Que has stored a trace of Tianyuan in his body, he may not be able to use the skills in the fairy world normally, but he can barely use the skills in the cultivation world, especially the magic formula of Qingqiu Sword Gate. After all, it was the place where I was born, and I used it the most and most frequently. The most basic seal-breaking formula like this can basically be done by opening your mouth without lifting your fingers.
Accompanied by Ye Que's tactic, a curse-sealed talisman appeared out of thin air, and hit directly in front of the landscape painting.
It's like throwing boiling water into a hot oil pan, and the landscape painting seems to come alive for a moment, and the large groups of fog begin to diffuse from the painting. The mist churned back and forth in the air, turned around and condensed into a ferocious three-eyed monster. At the same time, the mouth of the three-eyed monster was still spitting out clouds and mist, as if it wanted to cover the entire room with mist. Same.
"Bold and ignorant boy, don't you want to live for bothering grandpa Qingxiu?" A buzzing voice came out of the mist, like an old man who has lived for hundreds of years and is about to rot.
"Qingxiu?" Ye Que said disdainfully, "What kind of Qingxiu needs to disturb people's mind? It's ridiculous!"
Ye Que pointed to Qian Shuhua who was still working hard to paint, "You little painting monster, do you still expect to be incensed and asked to worship?"
Such a big movement happened within a few meters of Qian Shuhua's side. She was clearly awake, but it was as if she couldn't see it. She was unmoved and only focused on swimming in the painting.
"I am a wise man in the mountains and a fairy in the painting. Why not be worshiped and respected by people?" Hua Yao said proudly. "You devil, you dare to call yourself a fairy." Ye Que scolded.
"Slandering the immortal, damn it."
The three-eyed monster turned into mist suddenly opened its three bloody eyes, and sprayed a thick mist towards Ye Que, and the mist that had just been dispersed in the air in the entire room also churned rapidly, and the whole room began to froze when viewed from a distance. It becomes erratic, like in the water and in the fog, the inside and outside of the house seem to have become two worlds.
"The little ecstasy array dares to use an axe here." Ye Que, who was inside, didn't pay attention to the mist at all. This level of illusion and mist can't control his sanity.
"The window contains the snow of thousands of years in Xiling, the door is anchored by the boat of Dongwu thousands of miles away, and the sword energy rises to the blue sky."
It was still a sword finger, still the primary sword art of Qingqiu Sword Gate, that is, in the blink of an eye, a sword energy pierced through the thick fog and pointed directly at the landscape painting behind the fog. Everything you see before your eyes is a deception, and the real thing is mostly hidden outside the screen.
That landscape painting scroll is the life gate of this painting monster. If you just deal with the three-eyed monster transformed by the mist, you will never be able to win, and it is clearly an illusion.
In an instant, all the mist in the room began to gather in front of the scroll, and condensed into an air shield in a very short time, but it still couldn't stop Ye Que's sword energy.
Break through all methods with one force.
Compared with Ye Que, this painted demon is still a little too young.
"Excuse me, Master Immortal!"
The outcome has already been decided, this painting demon changed from his arrogance just now, and opened his mouth to beg.
"I beg the immortal master to let the little demon go."
"Do you want to survive in the chaos of the world?" Ye Que raised his right finger and held his left finger behind his back.
"The little demon swears to the sky that he has never done anything harmful to the sky. At most, he begged for a little incense and worship, and dare not kill anyone." Hua Yao pitifully begged for mercy, and even the mist he transformed became weak a lot.
"You really haven't harmed anyone?" Ye Que asked.
"Absolutely not. I beg you to let the little demon survive. I will thank you very much in the future." Hua Yao said plausibly.
"Okay, show your original shape and let me check it out. As long as it doesn't hurt anyone's life, I promise you that I won't destroy the landscape painting." Ye Que said in a calm tone.
"Thank you, my lord."
As soon as the words fell, the three-eyed monster and the air shield disappeared into the mist, and an old man with a white beard appeared kneeling in front of Ye Que, throwing himself on the ground. It's just that at an angle that can't be seen by the line of sight, a hint of cunning flashed in the old man's eyes.
"My lord, please."
The old man with the white beard hadn't even finished his sentence when he saw an illusory blue spirit sword rushing through his chest, and the sword energy that stopped just now also circled around and turned into a small rain of swords, which was blown away in the blink of an eye. The body and spirit of the old man's beheading were scattered, leaving no trace of residue.
"I've said it all, little monsters like you don't understand cultivation, so don't come out to harm people."
"If you beg for mercy, you can live. Why don't all the demon masters drink the northwest wind and say that they are harmless? You are lying to a fool, you can smell the hostility with your nose." The landscape painting on the wall was taken down.
After the painting monster was beheaded by himself, all the spiritual power returned to the picture scroll. Generally speaking, the attack power of this kind of monster who cultivates in illusions is not too high, but its natal magic weapon must be rich in spiritual power. Now Ye Que happened to need it, so it was considered a reward.
Walking out of the room, he waved his hand at Qian Shuxiao, and that guy ran over immediately.
"Sir, is it over?" Just now Qian Shuxiao and the servants around him could clearly see that three-eyed monster with a big mouth, but it was extremely ferocious.
"I've subdued the incompetent little monster, and this scroll is its magic weapon?" Ye Que held up the scrolled landscape painting in his hand, and seemed to want to return it to Qian Shuxiao, "Do you still want it? It should be worth a lot of money in terms of quality.”
Everyone, including Qian Shuxiao, stepped back as if stung by a bee, and Qian Shuxiao waved his hands again and again, "Sir, you'd better put this thing away quickly, I don't dare If you do, you will die."
"Don't scare me, I'm timid."
"Then I'll put it away." Ye Que casually put the landscape scroll behind him, then looked up at the position of the moon, "It's getting late, everyone, go back and rest."
Pointing to Qian Shuxiao, "Your sister should be asleep now, you can find someone to send her back to her room to rest, she just suffered from an illusion these days, and she will recover soon after the monster is subdued. It's all right."
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After handing over the aftermath to Qian Shuxiao, Ye Que went back to his room.
The decoration of the room is quite luxurious, it seems that it is indeed used by the Qian family to entertain distinguished guests. Ignoring this, Ye Que closed the door and took out the landscape painting, neatly placed it in the middle of the room, and then He began to walk back and forth in the room continuously, and squeezed a magic weapon every step he took.
Thirty-seven steps, thirty-seven decisions.
When the last magic decision is completed, a tower-shaped magic circle is formed, and the center of the magic circle is the landscape painting scroll. At this moment, the picture scroll exudes a milky white soft light, and spiritual power threads quickly seep out of the picture scroll out.
This magic circle was obtained by Ye Que inadvertently when he broke through a demon sect back then. It was called Stealing Spirit Magic Circle, which could extract the spiritual power gathered in the masterless magic weapon and use it for himself.
Sitting cross-legged on the bed, Ye Que soon entered a state of trance, and all the spiritual power seeping from the entire spirit-stealing circle began to circle around him.
The night was sultry, the sky was full of stars, and it was destined to be a restless night.
After a night of practice, the sun rose as usual.
Last night, the landscape painting scroll that was full of spiritual energy, after a night of stealing the spirit, now the scroll is sallow, the rice paper is old, and the landscape in the painting is even more blurred. It seems that the spiritual power has been exhausted.
It was just dawn, and a scream came from Yong'an Avenue, west of Changsheng Bridge, at the gate of Mudan Building.
Soon, hundreds of officers and soldiers from Dali Temple surrounded the Peony Tower.
"Master He, from the lobby to the third floor, there are a total of twenty-nine corpses, one boss, three clerks, and twenty-five guests. None of them survived."
The man called Mr. He is the new Shaoqing He Fei of Dali Temple. He did not expect to encounter such a serious case on the second day after taking office. Ignoring the reports from his subordinates, He Fei walked into the Peony Building alone, walked from the lobby to the third floor, and inspected every corpse.
"Did everyone die from the bite of a poisonous snake?" He Fei asked.
"My lord, the coroner did say so."
"Why didn't anyone escape from here?" He Fei frowned as he looked at the structure of the entire Peony Building.
"Perhaps it was because there were too many snakes, the coroner said, to cause wounds of this magnitude, there were definitely a horrible number of snakes here last night."
"How many?" He Fei asked in a deep voice.
"Thousands!"