Record of Cultivation of Deflated Demons

Inspired to draw, right? "

Ivan laughed, the laughter was peaceful and relieved, as if he had found some lost treasure: "No, no, you can, I believe, you can too."

"I'm different from you. You can't make money with dead pictures. I'm a painter of dry pictures, and I don't use models. My brain is a good thing."

"You misunderstood..." Ivan held the "Death Merit", "I mean, you are beautiful, and I can finish the final painting by bringing you into death. If you don't come today, I won't." will find you."

Anna flicked the blade: "Creator, I can't stand this chatterbox anymore, can I blow his head off!"

Ding Jingyi smiled: "Yes, but it's not necessary. Our goal is the artifact of death. Take the artifact back. The corpse is an important evidence. Let him keep it intact so that we can give an explanation to others."

Ding Jingyi took a few steps back, Anna rushed forward, and the artifact turned into a set of pitch-black skeleton armor to wrap around Ivan.

The puppet and the dead entered into a battle in an instant, and the flickering fluorescent lights in the mortuary were instantly filled with the shadows of swords and swords and horrible blunt noises.

Unlike Ding Jingyi, the puppet Anna is an existence beyond life and death. She can not only make good use of life and death magic, but also has an innate restraint advantage over the power of life and death.Let her be the opponent of Ivan, the follower of the god of death, which really has an advantage.

However, Ivan is not stupid. The "Meratine of Death" only provided him with protection. After being kited by Anna for a few rounds, a smile appeared on his crippled face, and he went straight to Ding Jingyi as if he had solved some puzzle. .

This guy is very smart even if he is dead!This thought flashed across Ding Jingyi's mind.

Anna immediately followed, and dozens of blades pierced into Ivan's body, but Ivan felt no pain, after all, he was already dead.

Anna opened all her joints to wrap around Ivan, but she was too light, and she really didn't have an advantage in the weight competition.

Ivan continued to rush towards Ding Jingyi with his body full of blades and broken puppet limbs, like a sea urchin.

Ding Jingyi unhurriedly lifted his bangs. He hadn't washed his bangs for almost 24 hours, and they didn't feel oily, but he felt a little uncomfortable.

The bangs floated up, revealing the red magic eyes, which shot out gray rays. Several "ding dings" left burning gray spots on Ivan's body, and the burning marks spread all over his body. He deftly avoided Anna's attack. As for the footholds, clear long lines burst out between each point, and they are connected together like a spider web.

Ivan's movements slowed down, maintaining a sculpture-like state of "The Thinker".

Anna also took the opportunity to pull out the blade: "This is... the petrified magic eye!"

Ding Jingyi took two steps back, covered his eyes, and felt that his brain had become an overloaded engine, on the verge of burning and exploding at any time.

The environment in City G was no better than Ellowyn, there was no magic power in the air, and a regular petrified magic eye almost drained him dry.

Ding Jingyi waved his hand: "Hurry up..."

Anna stabbed out two blades, aiming at the "Death Merit", the blades stabbed heavily on the artifact but there was no sound, only a jet of black mist sprayed out like a leak.

Seeing this, Ding Jingyi, ignoring the pain and discomfort, grabbed one of Anna's blades and threw her all the way: "Ah, Yuan! This is not a simple carrier of death's power, but a comprehensive artifact of power magic!"

Anna paused on the ceiling for a while, and lightly put away the blade. When she landed and looked again, Ivan and Ding Jingyi were gone, only a dark cloud of mist spread out from the mortuary.

"This one……"

Anna stuck a blade out into the mist with a clank, but didn't touch anything.She walked into it, and walked out from the other end, only facing the gloomy and cold wall of the morgue.

Anna pursed her lips: "This is... the supreme magic that combines "death" and "space"..."

The surroundings were gray, Ding Jingyi covered his left eye, and walked forward step by step.His field of vision gradually widened, and a gust of wind blew by, making his eyes dazzled. When he opened his eyes again, there was a cemetery in front of him, with groups of coffins lined up quietly—just like the one Ivan drew in the fire remains. Zhang Hua.

Ding Jingyi smiled: "I want to fight with me, do you dare to give me a pen?"

Before he finished speaking, the coffin at his feet "clicked" open, and a faint gray shadow popped out, and Ivan's voice came from the dome: "I understand one thing, "you" are "here", that is The best completeness, my purpose has been achieved..."

His voice faded away in satisfaction.

Just as Ding Jingyi was about to ask something, he felt that something had fallen from his hand, and in the dim sky, he found that it was a scale.

Vision is also gradually blurred, and the body gradually loses weight.If there's a word on what it's like to know you're rotting, it's probably what he looks like now.

"I said, Ivan, you really only want this?"

"Of course, for the best works, one copy in a lifetime is enough."

"Okay...the "beauty" you like has a bit of a heavy taste, but it is very pure.I will never change your picture again. "

Ding Jingyi stretched out his hand with the last of his strength. He felt that he had caught something, and before he could distinguish it, he fell into the space of the illusion of death. No creature could resist death, even if he was an apprentice of fate.

When he lived as the wizard Orin, his beauty did him no good, and now he has to fall into the strange gaze of others for it.

Ding Jingyi didn't feel that he had anything to do with beauty. When his mother was still there, some people even blamed him because he looked like his father and didn't look like his mother at all.

He had moments of loathing himself, which faded as he got older.

However, his unproud appearance turned out to be the perfect complement to other people's works, something worth committing crimes for.This made him feel stressed and puzzled.

He wants to go back to Peng Yuan, at least with Peng Yuan, beauty is not stress or trouble, but a daily existence, as common as breathing.

After fainting from confusion, Ding Jingyi woke up again.He looked at the floor and saw that his features had regained their beauty and wholeness, as if they had been born again.

He has recovered the most complete demonic form, with a physique like a pterosaur, with complete wings on the head and back of the waist, and a fitted red shroud on his body. The "Meritor of Death" lay quietly on his The left palm, he held it without any discomfort.

In his right hand is the golden scepter symbolizing Ellowyn's imperial power. This scepter was made around 1000 BC and was modified by two generations of monarchs, Feliaia and Ain.

"This one……"

Ding Jingyi looked around, he was in an empty hall, in front of him was a huge stone round table, the floor was smooth, his shadow could be reflected.Below him is a dark purple chair made of magic crystals, emitting a soft light.

"Where am I……"

Ding Jingyi put down the scepter, put up the armrest, and tried to stand up. Following his movements, purple light burst out from the crystal chair, binding him back.

Ding Jingyi straightened her breathing, looked at the surrounding scene again, and realized that this was indeed not any building Ellowyn had ever had, it could only be an absolute illusion of death.

He squeezed the artifact in his hand and raised it in front of his face: "Ivan's merit is his work, what is my merit? You know very well, I understand why you are called "Death Merit", can you give a A person's life is covered with a coffin, and his highlight moment is selected, so that he will stay here forever after death..."

At this point, Ding Jingyi knew that there was nothing he could do, so he slapped the table and shouted like a repeater: "Ah Yuan, I'm dying!"

Since Peng Yuan awakened him from death last time, it will definitely work this time.

"Ah Yuan! Go for life!"

Come quickly!

"Ah Yuan...you die..."

I have no strength...

A familiar voice sounded from the dome: "Come here! The black-faced cat is here!"

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61. Chapter 61

When Peng Yuan saw the word "mortuary" for the first time, his heart beat faster.Although he had made a plan and psychological preparation, most ordinary people would feel a jump when they saw these three words. Panic, bad luck, and fear all accounted for one.

But the daughter said that her boyfriend was trapped inside, so he was obliged to bite the bullet and sneak in.

There was a gray mist in the morgue, and you couldn't see your fingers. It was obviously not peaceful enough, and the fact that your boyfriend was missing was even more disturbing.

Although Peng Yuan put on the "filter" magic taught by Ding Jingyi, he could slightly resist the breath of death mist.

But he couldn't find it for a long time, and the dead air he felt at first turned into a concrete rotten miasma, and he was also a little flustered.

"Bachelor!" Anna yelled, "I can't find the Creator!"

At this time, the resistance of the "filtering" magic to the death fog reached its limit, and Peng Yuan withdrew: "Anna, you come out too, I'll think of a way!"

Anna flashed out of the mist, her long straight black hair was covered with wet water: "The space inside is big and blurry, there are everything, but it's like a maze, you can't find it at all..."

Peng Yuan remembered that Ding Jingyi mentioned that the speed of the puppet can be comparable to the top speed of the cheetah. The previous search took at least half an hour, and the area covered obviously far exceeded the actual physical area of ​​the mortuary. The space is gone.

Peng Yuan scratched his head, his first reaction was to use the "space lock" magic to find Ding Jingyi's location, but now there is no printer for him, so he can't cast it for a while.

"Drip", a drop of water fell from Anna's hair and smashed eight petals on the ground.

Peng Yuan unpacked a new pack of tissues and handed them over. When passing the tissues, an idea suddenly flashed into his mind: Since