Renew

Zhao Er's soul was swallowed, but not completely, as if half of his throat was still choked, and he couldn't swallow it.

When Luo Xia came over, Hua Su suddenly shot out a cloud of ghost mist, the black mist surged and rolled towards the three girls Xiaofu, Kong Qing and Bai Liu, just like a galloping black wave.

Xiaofu asked in surprise, "Why did the lights go out?"

Bai Liu hurriedly hugged her arm, Zhan Zhanwei shouted: "Do you have to turn off the lights when singing this play? You can't see anything on the stage."

Isn't that right, not only the three of them, even Zhao Da, Zhao San, Zhao Xiaosi and Zhao Xiaowu on the stage all had dark eyes, as if a black veil was draped in front of them.

Xiaofu touched her face, raised her head again, and asked in amazement: "But how can turning off the lights also turn off the moon? Where did the courtyard lights outside go?"

Bai Liu dared not speak, she was too scared to move.

Rong Li turned his head when he heard the sound, not knowing where the ghost came from.

Hua Su flicked his wrist, "Don't scare them, you'll be unbearable again."

"Big brother and third brother, I, I can't see..." Zhao Xiaowu said.

Zhao Sandao: "Slow down, don't knock, I'll go and see what's wrong with the lamp." He didn't seem to be in a hurry.

If it's just that the lights are off, how could it be so dark in front of my eyes, I can't even see the moonlight and stars when I look up.

Zhao Xiaosi trembled and exclaimed: "Yes, is he back? He is back, right?"

There was chaos on stage.

"It's still frightening." Rong Li said that this ghost really has never been a human being. He was not afraid of himself, so he thought that ordinary people would not be afraid either.

She stood up and met the eyes of the two-faced ghost.

Under the helmet with colorful beads and green spikes, the half of Zhao Er's face seemed to be in great pain, his eyes were slightly squinted, and the corners of his mouth were tearing, as if he was struggling.However, the other half of Luo Xia's face was very indifferent, her eyes were as black as ink, and she was not an ordinary person at first glance.

Rong Li nervously swept towards the three girls beside him, and then looked at the few people on the stage, their faces were all covered with thick mist.When the fog engulfed them, they couldn't even see their mouths, ears, eyes and nose clearly, as if they were wearing a mask.

"Wouldn't it make you feel more at ease in this way?" Hua Su snorted.

Rongli nodded, and took the painting ghost out of his sleeve pocket, but he didn't dare to let Luo Xia see it, and only showed a soft brush tip between his clenched fists.

Ever since they left Qi'an, Luo Xia had followed them all the way, and even ordered some little ghosts to come to block the way. It's not surprising that they could catch up after such a stalker.

They did not intentionally hide their tracks on this journey, the purpose was to let the five evil spirits who entered the imperial city know that they had left the city gate, so as not to bring disaster to the mortals in the city. Or it was her, who couldn't bear it even thinking about it.

Hua Su's expression was so indifferent that it was almost contemptuous, "I let you find it, and you took great pains to find this mortal's soul."

Luo Xia didn't respond, half of her face with heavy make-up was particularly creepy, her complexion was strangely white, her eyes were so black that there was not even a single white of them left, and half of her lips were bright red.

She shot out suddenly, the hand stretched out from the robe was like a dry bone, the nails were sharp and sharp, ghost energy escaped from the palm, and she shook towards Hua Su.

Rong Li was stunned, pinching the painting but didn't know what to do, he hurriedly looked at Hua Su.

Hua Su was not in a hurry, the ghostly aura was about to rise in front of her eyes, she still sat still, as if she was seriously waiting for the play.The ghostly air was blowing in the wind, her hair suddenly lifted, and the corners of her lips raised suddenly.

Rong Li thought about whether to block her, or draw something to block the flying ghost aura.

Hua Su suddenly raised his arm, propped aside a restriction with his palm, and forcibly blocked the attacking ghost energy.

However, the restraint that was propped up seemed to be cracked all over after being shaken, and it was about to shatter.

"I..." Rong Li hesitated.

Hua Su said softly: "Hold this pen, I will teach you to draw something, it will definitely make her dizzy."

Rong Li raised his hand and held the painting ghost tightly, "What do you want to draw, and do you want to draw a cage?"

"The cage is not very useful to her, I will teach you to draw something else." Hua Su held her wrist, moved her hand slightly, and covered the back of her hand with a cold palm, "See clearly how I draw of."

Rongli concentrated and did not dare to be distracted.

The wrist bone was moved, and thick black ink oozes from the tip of Hua Sui's pen.

Rong Li still remembered that the first time he used the painting, the ink seeping from it was not too thick, compared to now, it could be called thin.The current ink is so thick that it is viscous, and when that stroke is made, it seems like the night is pouring down.

The restraint propped up by Hua Su was about to be shattered, and there were no less than a hundred cracks.

Rong Chui was flustered, his hand holding the pen tightened slightly, and his heart was beating wildly.

Hua Su said coldly: "Concentrate."

Rong Li calmed down, so he had no choice but to ignore the ghost with a yin and yang face on the stage, pretending that he couldn't see her, so that he wouldn't be so afraid.

With just a few strokes, a bunch of weird runes were drawn, as if knots were tied together, in a mess.

Rong Li looked at it carefully, but she didn't understand it. Fortunately, she had a very good memory, and she roughly memorized the painting method after just reading it once.

After the printing process was completed, a crimson bloody light suddenly appeared, and the rune made of ink was suspended in the air, as if something was about to emerge from it.

Luo Xia had already jumped up, no matter how cumbersome the costume she was wearing, and no matter how heavy the helmet on her head was, it didn't slow her down a bit.Her hand touched the cracked restriction, and with a swipe of her sharp nails, the restriction was easily torn apart.

That pale and skinny hand stretched in from the outside, not to attack Hua Su, but to snatch Hua Sui!

Rong Li was startled, and hid his hands behind his back suddenly, and suddenly realized that perhaps Shendu's goal from the beginning to the end was not to kill Hua Su, to capture her and kill her, but for this pen, this pen... I'm afraid it was with the King of Ghosts India is closely related.

The fake monk who stole the pen before sent the painting ghost out because he was afraid of something, but he still couldn't avoid the disaster of killing himself.

Hua Su's eyes were cold, "How dare you take something that isn't yours?"

Luo Xia didn't stop, and saw that the shattered restriction turned into thousands of fragments, scratching her five fingers, the back of her hand and her arms with blood all over her mouth.

Hua Su lifted a corner of the black robe from her body, then pulled it hard, and the black robe fell to the ground, stacked at her feet.

When Luo Xia saw the clothes embroidered with spells under her black robe, there seemed to be cracks on her calm face, she stopped her outstretched hand in surprise, and let out a hoarse voice in her throat, "You... ..."

Hua Su raised his chin slightly, and looked at the shining red seal hanging in mid-air, only to see a hand suddenly stretched out from it, pinching Luo Xia's neck.

That hand was as thick as a pillar, cracked everywhere, as if it had been scorched, and the cracks were red, as if a flame was tumbling.

"Asura." Hua Su said.

As soon as she finished speaking, the magic seal in midair was torn apart, and a six-armed monster jumped out from inside.

The whole body of that strange creature was red with flames, and sparks were still emitting from its body. Even its hair was red, and its mane was so long that it swayed slightly in the wind.

It obviously has a beast head and a mane, but it has six huge arms like a mortal.

Rong Li was stunned. After two lifetimes, this was the first time he saw such a thing. Compared with the green skin fish monster he had seen before, it was just like a small fight, so it was not like a real monster.

"what is this?"

Luo Xia's neck was captured, and her flesh was scalding.

Hua Su rarely had such a nostalgic look in his eyes, he stared at Shura for a long time before saying: "My mount."

Rong Li really couldn't figure out how such a thing could sit still, not to mention Hua Su's whole body was severely cold, but this six-armed monster was full of heat, no matter how you looked at it, it didn't quite fit.

Luo Xia struggled violently, her legs were lifted off the ground suddenly, and she was lifted into the air.

Hua Su looked up, but there was no pity in his eyes, and he said calmly, "If my cultivation hadn't recovered a bit, I wouldn't even be able to summon the six-armed Asura."

Rong Li murmured: "Such a thing can really be used as a mount, you don't think it's too hot."

Hua Su snorted, "It won't burn me. Lord Dongheng's mount is a red blood dragon. If you are lucky enough to see it, you won't think that my six-armed Shura looks weird."

"Why?" Rong Li blinked.

Hua Su said: "The scarlet-blooded red dragon was ownerless at first, and its cultivation base is high, and it can transform people. Ordinary demon gods can't control it, because it is not only a fish, but also a fish with flying fins and a flaming body. .”

Somehow, just hearing her say that, Rong Li could already imagine the appearance of that fish, as if he had seen it before.

She mumbled, "That's really weird."

The six-armed Shura grabbed Luo Xia's neck. Luo Xia was a green radish transformed into a demon, and later became a ghost. She was already afraid of fire, but now she was scalded by this thing, her neck and face were all gray and black, as if she was about to be roasted. Charcoal.

Half of Zhao Er's face was full of pain, which was almost distorted.

Luo Xia struggled a few times, opened her mouth suddenly, and a green branch protruded from her throat, wrapping around the giant arm that was tightly gripping her neck.

The green branch entangled and broke one of Shura's arms.

The red five fingers were still twisted around Luo Xia's neck. When Luo Xia landed, she pulled her long arm away and threw it elsewhere.

Rong Li originally thought that the six-armed Shura was invulnerable, but unexpectedly, his arm was strangled.

Hua Su was not in a hurry, and looked at Luo Xia leisurely, "Do you know why Shen Du wanted to seize the painting ghost?"

Luo Xia didn't say a word, as if she couldn't speak.

Hua Su snorted coldly, "You're still pretending to be dumb. When I pinched Shenyuan before, wouldn't you still beg me?"

Luo Xia's voice was hoarse, "You are still not annihilated."

Hua Su looked at her leisurely, treating her like a speck of dust, "Shen Du didn't capture me himself, but asked you to come here instead, do you know why?"

Luo Xia's eyes dimmed, "I don't need to bother my lord to kill you."

Hua Su let out a soft "heh", her phoenix eyes were bent, but there was no smile in her eyes, "It seems that he dare not reveal the secret of the painting ghost to the public, for fear that others will snatch this treasure, but he also dare not take it himself. I'm afraid I'll put my life in my hands."

Luo Xia's eyes were dark, she put her skinny hand on her neck, and said in a hoarse voice, "I'll make your wish come true."

Hua Su twitched the corners of his mouth contemptuously, "It's up to you?"

"It's not just me." Luo Xia raised her eyes.

The ground shook suddenly, and then the surroundings suddenly became quiet, as if even the howling cold wind had stopped.

Rong Li's hand holding Hua Sui was covered with cold sweat, the heart under his chest was beating so fast, he became dizzy and had to lean towards Hua Su.

Hua Su looked sideways at her and frowned slightly.

Rong Li said in a soft voice: "Whatever you want to draw, just hold my hand, and you can draw whatever you want." That voice was soft, like a willow in the wind.

Hua Su pinched her slender wrist with one hand, and suddenly raised the other hand, hooking her index finger.

In the distance, the six-armed Shura flew back from the severed arm that had been thrown away, and was connected to the flame-flaming fracture.

Rong Li leaned against Hua Su, and asked softly, "What else is hidden in the painting ghost?"

Hua Su covered the back of her hand, "There is nothing hidden in the painting, it's just an ordinary brush."

When such an unremarkable pen was swiped up, a black spring poured out from the tip of the pen, drawing a cold pool with a clatter.

Rongli's wrist bones were pulled, but she couldn't let go, once she let go, wouldn't Hua Song fall to the ground.

She lowered her eyes suddenly, looking at her feet in surprise, this is still the small courtyard in Oak State.

The surroundings were bright, and there was no darkness at all. Although there was no scorching sun in the sky, there were no stars at night, as if it was daytime.

What is this place?

She only knew that Hua Su could lead her across mountains and mountains in the blink of an eye, but she didn't know that Hua Su had the ability to turn night into day.

Knowing that she was puzzled, Hua Su leaned over slowly, and whispered in her ear: "This is written by Hua Sui."

Isn't it in the painting that the painting is under the pen?

Rong Li was stunned, he thought that he was very good at drawing people and objects, but he didn't expect that he could still draw a piece of heaven and earth.

But it was just a wave of hands...

Hua Su's voice was light, "I have spent a lot of ghost power. If you can stand firmly, you should let me lean on it, otherwise I will not be able to stand still." She spoke very calmly, not as if she was joking. .

Rong Xin was in a trance, his eyes turned in a daze, and he looked elsewhere.

There is ice and snow under your feet, rolling glaciers in the distance, and a bottomless black pool in front of you.

The water in the pool was splashing, as if something was about to emerge from it, the entire pool surface was rippling and bubbling, as if being boiled.

Could it be that six-armed Shura fell into the pool?

Rong Li turned his head, only to see that fiery six-armed Shura was standing beside him, and in front of him was Luo Xia who was wearing a costume.

Luo Xia was obviously also shocked, and said in astonishment: "Why are you still..."

Hua Su's waist was restrained, without the black robe on his body, his figure was more exquisite, his loose braids fluttered in the wind, and the silver ornaments rattled.The runes embroidered on her clothes were dimly visible, and every time it was lit up, her complexion became a bit ugly.

Rong Li suddenly felt a strong wind swirl on the top of his head, he looked up and saw a person falling from the sky.

Maybe it's not a person, but a ghost.

Sure enough, Hua Su said, "Fengwei."

The last time I heard this name was at Qi An, and Qi An's bloody array was set up by this ghost named Fengwei.

Rong Li's breath froze, and he felt that if that palm fell, it would definitely crack her head, but she couldn't move back, so she simply stood still.

With a thought, she thought that the earthquake in the small courtyard had stopped just now, it must be because Fengwei secretly set up a formation.

Hua Su raised his hand and took off the silver hairpin, the hairpin suddenly turned into a sword, the tip of the sword pierced through the palm slapped by Fengwei.

Fengwei screamed hoarsely, withdrew her hand abruptly, and retreated towards Luo Xia, the blood-red hole in the palm kept dripping blood, staining the snow red.

Hua Su lowered her hand, and the silver sword in her palm turned back into a hairpin, and she carelessly inserted it back into her hair. Even though the braids were loose, the silver hairpin was firmly on top and did not slip off.

"Remember, no matter what you want to do, you should be more comfortable in your own territory."

Rong Li used the bell mirror to see Dongming Lake before, and the place where he is now is very similar to that Dongming Lake.

She was surprised and asked: "Could it be Dongming Lake or yours?"

Hua Su remained indifferent, "Of course Dongming Lake is not mine, but this painting is. I just want you to see what the red-blooded dragon looks like, so that you won't be thinking about my six-armed Shura's strange appearance."

Since it was painted by the ghost, the red blood and red dragon must have been painted too.

However, the scene in this painting has reached the point where it can be faked. The surrounding glaciers are soaring, and the trees with icicles are scattered everywhere, nothing is the same. It doesn't look like it is in a painting.

Hua Su stood calmly, but her face turned pale, she raised her hand and pointed at the pool, "Look."

The pool water exploded with a splash, and a bright red ball jumped out of it. Its scales were all red, and its fins flew like wings, like Ling Tian was on fire.

It's... the Red Blood Dragon.

Rong Li stared blankly, thinking belatedly, is her mother Danxuan's real body like this, and this scarlet red dragon is so majestic, what kind of appearance should Dongheng Lord who can use it as a mount.

But there was no one on the back of the red blood red dragon, the huge fish body was hanging in the air, with its mouth open, it spit out a mouthful of blazing fire.

Luo Xia and Feng Wei hurriedly dodged.

Rong Li asked in a daze, "What about Mr. Dongheng?"

The corners of Hua Su's raised lips sank, "I've never met Mr. Dong Heng, how can I draw her?"

After entering the painting environment, the formation that was originally set up is no longer usable. Fengwei wanted to draw a new formation, but before throwing the formation stone, Luo Xia pushed it aside.Her complexion changed suddenly, but she could only suppress her anger.

Thinking about it, these two ghosts really didn't deal with each other, and the first time they teamed up, they were about to collapse.

Rong Xin was beating fast, not because of Luo Xia and Feng Wei's scare, but when he saw the red blood red dragon, he felt like falling into a deep abyss, like being caught in a strong wind, like flying catkins, coming and going erratically.It seems that she has also been in the world, and she has also shaken waves and clouds, and chased after the wind.

Luo Xia's half of Zhao Er's face became more and more ferocious, and the eyeballs seemed to be stared out of their sockets. Then, Zhao Er's face suddenly became blurred, and his eyes, nose, and mouth were changing... into Luo Xia's original appearance.

Zhao Er was completely swallowed.

Rongli took half a step back, "Zhao Er..."

"No, even if I can get that half of the soul back, he won't be able to die." Hua Su said calmly.

Rong Li wanted to say something, but he opened his mouth, and saw Hua Su put his index finger on his lips.

Hua Su said: "Wait and watch."

I saw thousands of icicles hanging upside down on the tree creaking, all facing the two ghosts in the distance, the icicles suddenly broke out from the tree, and rushed away like thunder.

Obviously these four places were all drawn by the painting ghosts, but it seems that they have really arrived at Dongming Lake, even the icicles are very sharp and firm, and they are obviously going to stab Luo Xia and Fengwei full of holes.

Luo Xia had no choice but to run around in the gap, and asked hoarsely, "Why are you still able to use the brush?"

"You're mistaken, I'm the one with the imperial pen." Hua Su was very calm, with a little more contempt in his eyes, "I can't return to my original body now, and my cultivation base has plummeted, so how did I get this pen?"

Luo Xia glanced at Rong Li, terrified, "But Hua Chong would never form a bond with a mortal!"

"How do you know that she is really a mortal?" Hua Su looked at her.

Luo Xia was almost pierced by ice while fleeing, and suddenly threw out a ghostly aura.The icicle that came from her head was split open, but the ice and snow under her feet suddenly broke, and she sank suddenly, and was actually buried in it.

Rong Li looked terrified.

Fengwei also had almost nowhere to escape, so he simply said: "If you are willing to hand over the painting ghost, Lord Shendu will regard you as a mentor and offer you wholeheartedly."

mentor.

Rong Li was stunned, as if a hole had been dug in his heart, the cold wind howled inside, feeling inexplicably lonely.

It turns out that Hua Su has really taught others, no matter how high she is, she has taught others all her money.

Rong Li thought, no wonder this ghost taught her so well.

"He deserves it too?" Hua Su's face was cold.

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