The old ancestor's painting style is always wrong

When Dragon Mother got closer, they couldn't help but gasp at the first glance, and couldn't help but feel sorry for her.

Mother of Dragon's majestic, smooth and shiny scales had lost a lot at this moment, and the ones that were not lost were also pitted and bloodstained.Even the dragon capital is bloody, with eyes wide open, filled with blood-red madness inside, with blood and tears hanging from his eyes, looking like an evil spirit from a distance.

Seeing Mother Long like this, Huijing couldn't help but look at Shen Zhongyu who was lying weakly in Zhang Zhihe's arms, and stepped back.And Zhang Zhihe felt heartbroken when he thought of Shen Zhongyu's icy body in his arms just now, he couldn't care less about his methods being too ruthless, he just hated his lack of cultivation and couldn't directly slash that evil dragon with his sword.

Although, driven by Shen Zhongyu, Longzi had already moved forward at full speed, but compared with his mother, his cultivation was far behind.He drove people around the coral forest like jumping up and down, hoping to increase the distance.

But as Long Mu walked along, her sanity became more and more clear, and a rational contempt and sneer gradually appeared in her eyes.This is the most frightening thing, Long Zi was almost forced to foam at the mouth, but Mother Long just had a change of heart, God united with heaven and earth, and the sea water naturally formed a barrier to block their way.

Shen Zhongyu saw that Dragon Mother was gradually recovering, and she didn't care about adjusting her breath. She struggled, let go of her consciousness, and mobilized the yin energy hidden in the deep sea.All of a sudden, the originally vibrant and colorful wonders in the sea turned into ink paintings, leaving only black and white. The pearls of the remaining dead shells and the coral skeletons that have lost their lives long ago are still showing their beauty to the fullest.

Huijing stretched out her hand in amazement, and caught the small things that fell from above, and found that they turned to ashes and dispersed in the cold sea water.

Mother of Dragon's movements sluggish all of a sudden, the graceful and elegant ink painting trapped her movements, strands of ink lines gently entangled her body, like a mother's most affectionate and gentle call, wanting to put her Leave.

Long Zi also stopped in a daze, but as soon as Shen Zhongyu patted his body, he immediately reacted and swam forward through the water.The sea water that had blocked them like a barrier calmed down in an instant under the comfort of Mo Hua, respectfully let the road out of the way, and let them go.

As the distance increased again, Shen Zhongyu coughed, and blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. After barely moving, he tilted his body, fell down, and started another more violent convulsion.This time, the frost spread along his calf to his upper body, almost freezing his entire thigh into ice cubes, with only a little bit of red under the ice cubes.

Shen Zhongyu felt the heart-piercing cold, couldn't help but tilted his head, let out a long and almost mournful cry, the joints of his hands were raised, the veins were exposed, and although his two arms were twitching and hungry, it was still like a fight Holding on, he grabbed onto his clothes desperately at first, but after being torn apart by the cold twice and torn by himself, the intact robe quickly fell into pieces, and then he grabbed each other as if he was not afraid of pain. If he didn't have the habit of keeping long nails, he might have to cut a hole directly in the palm of his hand.

Seeing him like this, Zhang Zhihe quickly separated his hands and let him grab his sleeve.Then, he saw that most of Shen Zhongyu's body was turned into ice sculptures, and only a little heat remained in his heart. He quickly unbuttoned his clothes, exposed his chest and abdomen, and carefully wrapped him in his arms without avoiding the cold.

Feeling the bone-eating chill forming ice blocks on his heart, Zhang Zhihe didn't feel the cold anymore, but felt pain like being pierced by needles and fire. No more, sir, how can he stand it, it is so painful.If I get colder, maybe my husband will feel better.Thinking like this, he hugged Shen Zhongyu even tighter in his arms, almost touching flesh and skin.

Huijing saw the two men hugging each other almost naked, covered her eyes in fright, and only looked at them through the gap between her hands, and then heard Zhang Zhihe roar with anger: "Hurry up!" Recite the Great Sun Mantra! Hurry up!" But Zhang Zhangzhihe thought that it worked just now, and it might work now, even if it was just to relieve Shen Zhongyu's pain a little.

She was taken aback, and didn't care about getting angry, so she immediately closed her eyes and recited the scriptures, but the more anxious she was, the more impure her thoughts were, how could it be useful, she tried a few times, and seeing the two of them hugging and almost frozen into one body, she couldn't help but Crying anxiously, Bodhisattva, do you want me to just watch them die like this?I couldn't help being scared and ashamed. Although they didn't get along well along the way, they were still good people.Even Shen Zhongyu had never done anything bad, he was a good person, why did he have to die like this?

Thinking like this, compassion arose, how many good people in the world died because of this?Instead, Huijing calmed down and recited scriptures slowly, but what she recited was not the Great Sun Mantra, but the "Guanyin Heart Sutra", wishing to overcome all hardships.As the sound of her chanting sutras sounded, the light in the back of her head was bright, and she was now viewing the image of Bodhisattva Bodhisattva, making all the seals with her hands.

Under the Buddha's light, Shen Zhongyu gradually recovered, but when he saw that the underworld realm behind him, which he worked so hard to transform, was retreating under the Buddha's light, he cried out inwardly. Although Buddha saved me this time, I have to say that Buddhism is my old enemy.

At this time, the darkness dissipated, and Mother Long, who had been eroded by Yin Qi and was almost dying, felt the warm Buddha's light on the road ahead, and struggled reluctantly, and then saw the old enemy in front of him, and also saw the nun who was illuminated by the Buddha's light next to the enemy. Some hesitation, back to reason a little, thought it was just a small fish, although I thought it was so tricky, should I continue to kill it?Do it again, it is estimated that it will be really fatal.But just let them go like this, if people know in the future that I was beaten so badly by a Nascent Soul and two Golden Cores, how can I see people?

Mother Long thought of this, let out a long roar, mustered up her courage and was about to rush over.Huijing was in the middle of the silence, but suddenly heard the dragon chant, came back to her senses, saw the mother of the dragon catching up again, said without hesitation, "How did this old loach come so fast?"

Shen Zhongyu blinked, not in the mood to argue with her, just thinking that he had slowed down just now, so he calculated the position in his heart, and when he turned his face, he saw Zhang Zhihe who was blue from the cold and had just woken up.

Zhang Zhihe found that Shen Zhongyu was fine, and before he had time to express his joy, he heard Shen Zhongyu ask: "Have you heard of the Ghost Crying Forest in the Holy Land of Kusang?" He paused in astonishment, and then replied: "I've heard of it." How could it be possible that the Nine Nether Demon Sect's resident hadn't heard of it before? "Want to go and see it?"

"Uh, didn't you mean you couldn't find it long ago?"

"Well, they couldn't find it." Shen Zhongyu said with a secret proud and self-confident smile on his face, "But I can find it." After saying that, he struggled out of Zhang Zhihe's arms.

Hui Jing heard their conversation from the side, and her thoughts arose in her heart. The Holy Land of Dry Sang, or the Demonic Land of Dry Sang, was the cave of the Nine Nether Demon Sect's sect back then. Could it be that it was near the East China Sea?No wonder no one has been able to find it.Who would have thought that the vicinity of the Three Mountains of Penglai would be the lair of the Great Sect of Demon Dao.No, this is not the problem now, but he wants to take us to Kusang Realm, who is he?How can it be done?

Now that Shen Zhongyu had made up his mind to pay attention, he commanded Long Zi to turn a corner and throw Long Mu a little farther away, silently calculating the walking speed and the change of direction.Finally the location was determined, he put on a piece of clothing, stood up from the dragon's back, his wide sleeves fluttered, like a fairy riding a dragon, not to mention, he looked at the sea water in front of him that seemed to be the same as the surrounding, and said A word, at first hearing is just a simple sound, but it is continuous as if the root is broken, but it is like the rumble of thunder in the distance.

As soon as Zhang Zhihe heard it, he felt buzzing in his head, hallucinations in front of his eyes, constant disturbance, he felt something wrong, so he quickly covered his ears and dared not listen any more, only then felt that his eyes were clearer.And because Huijing is a Buddhist monk, she felt even more oppressed, and the world was spinning, and she couldn't control it and fell on the dragon's back.

At this time, the sea water in front of him suddenly flowed violently, the waves gathered and scattered, and a magnificent and magnificent stone gate appeared out of nothing. The stone gate opened wide, and Long Zi rushed in with everyone.

As soon as they went out, it was not the boundless sea, but the bright and clear sky, and they appeared in midair.At this time, Long Zi was already exhausted, rolled in the air, turned back into the pale young man in black, and fell down.

Zhang Zhihe saw that it was not good, so he hurriedly controlled the sword, hugged Shen Zhongyu with one hand, and pulled him back with the other, but he couldn't help coughing up blood. It turned out that he also suffered internal injuries after suffering the screams of Dragon Mother many times. In addition to the icy cold, it was just that the situation was critical just now, and he kept holding his breath, but now he relaxed a little, and as soon as the internal injury intensified, blood came out from the menstrual flow.

Although Huijing was not badly injured before, she managed to vacate, supporting each other in mid-air, looking down at the vast sea, with only a few small islands here and there.Shen Zhongyu said: "Any one, there should be no one left."

The crowd circled away, found a small island and landed on it.As soon as he came down, Zhang Zhihe quickly helped Shen Zhongyu to lie down, took out a pill for him and said, "Sir, are you alright?"

Shen Zhongyu pressed his hand, smiled, and said, "Don't you have anything to ask?"

"Okay." Zhang Zhihe asked after a pause, "Sir, who are you?"

"Sect Master of Jiuyou Sect." Shen Zhongyu exhaled and said, feeling somewhat relieved, there was no need to hide Zhang Zhihe's secrets anymore, the final verdict should be accepted.

Although the head of the Nine Nether Demon Sect has changed several times over the thousands of years, he is the only one who can say that he is the Nine Nether Sect's master. He is Nine Nether Sect, who can represent the will of the entire Nine Nether Sect.