The appearance of the painting demon was beyond everyone's expectations. This old monster almost caused public outrage because of the heavy murder of the crime. Later, it disappeared for some reason. Only a few people knew that this old monster was in the Bailu Academy. It was not someone who trapped the old monster, but was convinced by the owner of the Bailu Academy and tied himself up in the Bailu Academy.

Who can trap this old monster in the world?

It is inevitable that only the painter can trap himself.

Ye Yuan stood in the air without any movement. He quietly watched the scroll in front of the demon who was getting bigger and bigger, a large scroll of a few miles, with lifelike figures on it. These figures were painted by the demon who were also real people. When the demon wiped it, the person he didn't like would be erased from the scroll, and the whole person would be wiped at the same time.

This kind of killing method is extremely strange. Just watching this, Ye Yuan couldn't see anything special. Jue Xiaozhi's pupil was forced to close because the amount of information he had endured in an instant, and it was impossible to turn it on again in a short period of time.

The three masters of the Qin Dynasty were now honestly like quails, standing aside with no fear of saying anything. This magician was also a master of the Confucian sect, but the one who killed the most Confucian sect masters in the world was this old monster. The slightest cold sweat on the forehead of the Taifu was soaking, and he didn't dare to say anything, for fear of provoking this old monster.

Everyone stood there and waited for more than two hours. The painting that had been completed by the magic painting was completed by the magic painting. Most of the figures on it had been wiped out by it, and almost half of the people from the hundreds of forces with certificates to enter the treasure house were wiped out. Even the people from the Soul Sect were wiped out because the magic painting thought there was an unlucky coffin on the scroll.

The master of the Nascent Soul stage is not much less difficult than pinching an ant in the hands of this old monster.

Ye Yuan was also full of coldness. This old guy was meticulous in the Six Arts of Confucianism, and it was a painting among calligraphy and painting. Second only one, there was nothing else, but he had already cultivated his painting to the extreme. He had already made his paintings lightly and had reached the level of skill being nearly Tao. Using space as the drawing paper, he could trigger the law when he was splashed, and just a big pen was enough.

At this level, it is no longer possible to resist by human power, and its cultivation level is not as good as that of this old monster. There is no difference in his hands.

Ye Yuan looked at the Taifu carefully. Combined with the judgment between the two, Ye Yuan had already understood that the Taifu had guessed that the painting demon had already appeared here one step ahead of time. However, at this moment, the old monster stopped everyone. He did not enter the Great Yuan Treasure House, as if he was really addicted to painting. The Great Yuan Treasure House had been opened for two hours, but no one was as good as that.

This old monster cannot be judged by normal people's thinking. If he had been stealing the big ingot treasure house and stopped everyone and entered it himself, Ye Yuan would understand it, but what is it now?

Ye Yuan winked at the Grand Tutor. This situation is not good for everyone. This old madman is too abnormal. I don’t know when it will be delayed here.

When the Taifu saw Ye Yuan winking, he naturally understood what Ye Yuan wanted to express, but he pretended not to see it. Ye Yuan did not understand the painting demon. It does not mean that the Taifu did not understand the painting demon. The painting demon itself is a monk of the Confucian sect. The most comprehensive record of the painting demon in the circulation of the Confucian sect is. The old madman looked down upon the monks of the Confucian sect the most. If he was crazy, the first person he wanted to kill was a person from the Confucian sect.

Another hour passed, but the demon still enjoyed himself. It seemed that his whole mind had already sunk into the scroll, sometimes laughing, sometimes scolding and crying, no different from a madman.

Ye Yuan observed for a full three hours before he could find out a little clue.

His mouth was slightly opened, and his palms were already sweating. The first time he encountered such a master who did not play according to common sense, Ye Yuan was also a little nervous. If he was a normal person, no matter how high his cultivation level was, Ye Yuan would have the means to deal with it. At least he would not be as clueless as he is now. This guy is just a complete madman. No matter who you are, he would kill him directly when he is in a bad mood. He would be very powerful.

Suddenly, the magic demon Mouran turned his head, looked at Ye Yuan, and smiled, and seemed to be in a good mood, saying, "Boy, you are the ones I saw just now? What do you want to say? See how I painted it?"

Ye Yuan was stunned. Before he could react, the magic painting appeared beside Ye Yuan and grabbed Ye Yuan's shoulder. Without waiting for Ye Yuan to react, he grabbed Ye Yuan and appeared before the scroll.

There was a hint of smug smile on the magic face and said, "Look at you who could actually see me before, you can definitely understand my paintings. Look, how? How?"

The magic figure had a hint of hope on his face. Not only did he not get angry at the sight of his actions before, Ye Yuan, his eyes, saw his eyes open, and he felt happy, as if he had met a confidant.

Ye Yuan's heart moved and looked at the scroll. The scroll was spread out for miles. From the perspective of the magic painting, the scroll had been perfectly integrated with the surrounding space. A figure inside could not be seen in the scroll at all, but living people were standing in this space, and they could even see all kinds of expressions on their faces and the unified horror in their eyes.

Ye Yuan had not spoken for a long time. The Three Dukes of Daqin, Changsun Wuji, the old man, and the people from the Chu family, who were standing in the distance, were all stiff and sweating all over, fearing that what Ye Yuan said would make the old monster crazy and provoke the old monster.

Before Ye Yuan could speak, the Taifu in the distance was no longer afraid to bear it. He didn't know how to send a message to Ye Yuan. The vague sound as thin as a mosquito sounded in Ye Yuan's ear: "Don't say good things."

Ye Yuan glanced at the eyes lightly. The Qin Taifu, who was usually good at strategizing, actually showed a terrified expression.

Ye Yuan looked at the scroll, then looked at the painting demon with hope on his face, his mind was beating wildly, wondering whether he should listen to the words of the Grand Tutor.

The painting demon saw Ye Yuan's face solemn and said for a long time, and continued to urge him, "Little brother, show me quickly. How about my painting? I haven't painted it so satisfactory for many years."

Ye Yuanyi was cruel and spit out four words from his mouth: "It's worse than bullshit!"

As soon as these four words came out, the dozen people around who didn't dare to move were as if they had agreed, and their faces were as pale as paper.

The demon seemed to be stunned. Looking at the large scrolls of several miles, he seemed to be completely stupid. He stared at the scrolls blankly and muttered to himself: "How could this happen? How could this happen..."

The aura around him began to become chaotic, and a trace of extremely riotous aura began to appear slowly. A kind of violence slowly emerged from the originally peaceful aura of the demon, and then he slowly woke up like a fierce beast.

As soon as the change of the magic magic appeared, the Taifu whispered: "Go!"

In an instant, the three dukes turned into a ray of escape light and rushed into the gate of the large ingot treasure house and disappeared.

Ye Yuan's face changed and said to Changsun Wuji and the old man: "You two go in!"

The old man and Changsun Wuji rushed into the Great Yuan Treasure House and disappeared, and the people from the Chu family followed him and disappeared into the gate of the Great Yuan Treasure House.

Feeling the aura of the painting demon, Ye Yuan didn't understand that he was being cheated by the Taifu.

Not saying good things will inevitably cause such changes to the Demon of Painting, and it is also the only way for everyone to escape. However, looking at the Demon of Painting, you know that the old monster will inevitably make Ye Yuan die after he wakes up.

Ye Yuan transformed into a stream of light and sank into the gate of the Great Yuan Treasure House and disappeared.

After more than a dozen breaths, the breath of the demon in the body became like a demon, with a ferocious face, and a wisp of great aura around her body, but it gave people a feeling of boiling demonic energy. The demon roared to the sky and roared angrily. The brush in his hand flashed in an instant, and countless afterimages of brushes appeared in dozens of miles of space around.

The lines were outlined by it, and in an instant, the demon of painting shouted loudly: "Draw the ground as a prison!"

With a loud shout, the area within a radius of dozens of miles seemed to have been stripped out, and then turned into a scroll of dozens of miles, which enveloped the gate of the Great Yuan Treasure House. There was a clear fault at the place where the scroll intersected with dozens of miles away, and it had been completely sealed by the scroll.

The magician looked angry and rushed into the big treasure house with his brush.

"Don't run, you can't run!"

At this time, the monks following followed came one after another, but they could not enter the dozens of miles around the gate of the Great Yuan Treasure Reservoir. There were more and more crowds of people, and more gatherings, but no one could break through the jail of the painting demon's painting land.

Inside the Big Yuan Treasure Repository, after Ye Yuan rushed in, he did not see many buildings as expected. None of the buildings that appeared in the phantom had appeared before.

There are only small spaces divided into pieces.

Ye Yuan is located in one of the small spaces with a length, width and height, with an outlet on the six sides of this small space.

Ye Yuan closed his eyes and sensed it, but found that this small space of ten feet was blocked out of everything, and he could not sense anything ten feet away.

Moreover, the small space here is still operating all the time, extremely chaotic.

Ye Yuan sensed the direction of movement of this small space, walked towards the exit on the right, and passed through this exit and entered another small space.

As soon as he entered it, strands of dark green gas appeared out of thin air in this small space of ten feet in size. Ye Yuan held his breath, but the gas penetrated from Ye Yuan's pores and skin toward Ye Yuan's body. In an instant, Ye Yuan's strong body, which had been strengthened several times, tended to be corroded.

The life essence that was turtling in the body flowed around, and all these poisonous gases were expelled from the body.

"The poisonous gas inspired by the poisonous ambergris of the poisonous dragon!"

Ye Yuan frowned and walked towards an exit on the left of this small space in the direction he had just judged. He stepped over this exit and came to a small space with black flames burning. However, Changsun Wuji and the old man's figures flashed in an exit directly in front of him.

"Demon Fire!"

With the true essence of life covering the whole body, ten feet apart, Ye Yuan stepped over and rushed into the exit where the old man and Changsun Wuji passed. After passing through, the true essence of life around him shook, and the demon fires that looked like bone-attached gangrene fell to the ground and disappeared.

The old man and Changsun Wuji were both embarrassed. Looking at Ye Yuan, Ye Yuan instilled a true life essence into each of them without saying a word. He whispered: "What's going on here?"

Changsun Wuji's face was not very good either, and he said, "Master. This is the guardian formation of the Great Yuan Treasure Repository, the dimension killing formation, and the second-grade Taoist formation! There is 18,000 small space inside, which is the guardian formation guarding the Great Yuan Treasure Repository. It may be because of the inducement and there is an accident. Otherwise, those who have the keys do not need to enter here!"

Ye Yuan's face was gloomy and said, "Do you know how to pass through this Yuan Killing Formation?"

Changsun Wuji was silent for a moment and said, "There is no way to crack this formation, so you can only judge the direction and pass through!"

Ye Yuan didn't say much after hearing this, and sensed the marks laid before to judge the direction of the movement of the small space he was in. After a moment, he said, "You guys keep up!"

As he said that, Ye Yuan rushed towards the passage above his head.

As soon as I passed through the passage, I saw golden silk threads as thin as spider silk densely built a large net and moved towards the three of them.

The old man threw out a flying sword of spiritual weapon, but the flying sword of spiritual weapon seemed to have not touched these golden silk threads and penetrated directly. However, after the flying sword fell to the ground, it was directly crushed into dozens of pieces, with the incision being extremely flat, and the three people's faces changed drastically.

"This is the Gengjin energy condensed to the extreme!"

Before he finished speaking, Ye Yuan opened his mouth wide. He sucked the golden silk threads that were moving over, and the air flow surged. The golden essence attached to Ye Yuan's lungs suddenly motivated. The Gengjin energy that had condensed to the extreme seemed to be attracted by an irresistible attraction, collapsed one after another, turning into strands of silk threads and sank into Ye Yuan's mouth. He was swallowed by the golden essence attached to Ye Yuan's lungs.

"Let's go! Next, below."

After just a few breaths, the small space where I was located had moved several times. I walked down the passage I just came up again, but it was no longer the small space I just now.

This time, it was a safe space with nothing inside.

After waiting for dozens of breaths, Ye Yuan suddenly said: "On the right!"

After traveling through again, it was a small space filled with mist. After entering, I realized that this space is far from ten feet in size, full of fog, but it seems to be boundless.

The old man said in a deep voice: "Sumimi can bear mustard seeds! You follow in my footsteps!"

As he said that, the old man began to move at a specific pace. Within one step, there was only a small black dot left in the distance. Ye Yuan and Changsun Wuji followed the old man's footsteps and took the same step, as if they were more than ten miles away from the place just now.

After walking for a cup of tea, I arrived in front of the central passage.

Passing through this passage and coming to the next small space again, there is a small space with countless characters floating, with characters engraved on the upper and lower sides.

Changsun Wuji glanced at Ye Yuan and said, "Master, where will you go this time?"

Ye Yuan pointed ahead and said, "The one directly in front!"

Changsun Wuji then said, "Okay, leave this level to the old slave!"

As he said that, he saw Changsun Wuji calligraphy and painting in the air, using a pen to outline the characters. Characters flew out one by one, and suddenly coincided with a certain character on the ground, and overlapped with the characters floating in the air. After a moment, a road without characters appeared in the center.

After passing through a passage again, the faces of the three of them changed drastically. Before the three of them could do anything, this small space was blocked.

Looking at the mad demon, Ye Yuan's face looked extremely ugly. When the demon saw Ye Yuan, he was ecstatic, as if a child had found a lost toy. He instantly blocked the small space. The demon rushed over with a step, and the light flashed in his eyes made Ye Yuan's body cold.

And just when everyone's attention was attracted by the Great Yuan Treasure Repository, the northwest of the Tianyuan Realm.

Bingzhou and Liangzhou in the northern and northeastern Yuzhou have completely fallen silently. More than 99% of the monks in it have all turned into the Night Walking tribe, and almost all the mortals have also turned into the lowest-level Night Walking tribe slaves.

The East China Sea is in the east, and monsters are raging in it. There are basically no monks who can pass through this sea area. The northwest is the ice field highland. The ice field highland has always been exclusive. No monks are welcome here. Therefore, Yuzhou occupied by the Soul Sect and the Yugui Sect completely cut off the passage from Bingzhou and Liangzhou to the center of the Tianyuan Realm. Bingzhou and Liangzhou have completely fallen, but not many people know it.

At this moment, when night fell, and the dark shadows that covered the sky and the sun began to penetrate into Xuzhou, western Yuzhou, all the people discovered the terrifying creatures of the Night Walking Clan.

Any living creature you encounter will be transformed into a night walker after being bitten by the Night Walker.

They love the night and the killing. Under the darkness, even if the night walk tribe is injured, they will recover quickly. Unless they are torn to pieces and their heads are bombarded into pieces, they will die completely.

Under the dark night, the dense army of Yexing tribes and hundreds of thousands of Yexing tribes raided, most of the monks in Xuzhou fell overnight. It was not until the sun rose the next day and the Yexing tribe retreated, leaving behind a devastated land, and a bleak cloud on the earth.

Xuzhou was originally the state with the lowest overall strength. After this time, it completely disappeared. The remaining monks began to rush to the center of the Tianyuan Realm and began to spread the news of the appearance of the Night Walking Clan. However, the many Night Walking Clan servants remaining in Xuzhou also turned into powder and dissipated as the sun came out.

In Xianyang City, the new emperor stood on the Temple of Heaven, chanting the sacrificial text in his mouth, looking at the clouds that had completely emerged above his head, and the dragon veins and dragon energy that were faintly visible inside, muttering to himself: "Where is accomplished or not, let's take it here!"
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