Urban Cultivation Evil

Chapter 1675

This is Molongtu?

As soon as he entered the chaotic space, a strange memory came out of Ye Tian's mind instantly.

The Hundred Dragon Scroll has a name, it is Molongtu.

One hundred and eight ink dragons were all sealed in this space.

The moment Ye Tian came in, some of the original [-] black dragons were flying in the air, some were roaring, and some were sleeping soundly, but they seemed to feel Ye Tian's existence, and all of them opened their eyes without exception, as if They crouched down like a pilgrimage, their heads bowed in Ye Tian's direction.

At the same time, an old man with long beard wearing a black robe appeared in front of Ye Tian at some point.

The old man's face was withered, his eyes were shining, he looked at Ye Tian without saying a word.

Ye Tian felt a fierce aura emanating from the old man, as if the other party could slap him to death.

However, the old man did not make a move. After observing Ye Tian for a while, his eyes narrowed slightly: "We meet again."

Ye Tian frowned.

He looked at the old man's eyes, but found that he didn't know the old man at all.

Seeing Ye Tian's reaction, the old man suddenly said: "Haha, yes, even though he is carrying the Heavenly Dao Stone and the blood of the Dragon Emperor, but now, he is still just a small monk, how can he bear the huge soul?" Power?"

Ye Tian raised his eyebrows: "You know me?"

"Well, if you talk about it, it should be regarded as an acquaintance." The old man thought for a moment, pondering for a moment: "Don't you remember that this ink dragon picture was drawn by yourself, and these one hundred and eight ink dragons are more You seal it yourself."

Ye Tian's eyes widened suddenly, "Did I draw this ink dragon picture by myself?"

"Haha, all opportunities are found unconsciously." The old man stroked his beard and laughed loudly: "Yes, not only that, I am just one of your thousands of clones. One day, you will find the incarnation of the Dao, I know you are you!"

The old man said some inexplicable words, his figure was like splashed ink, slowly disintegrated, and disappeared after a while.

Ye Tian was extremely shocked.

According to what the old man said, is it possible that he is really some kind of big shot?

After thinking for a long time, Ye Tian couldn't think of a reason, so he simply shook his head vigorously, and began to immerse his spiritual consciousness in this ink dragon space.

Hundreds of ink dragons all surrendered, not daring to move.

Ye Tian didn't order them too much, but walked towards the distance.

This space is even bigger than Ye Shen's space. Not only are there mountains and waters, but also the aura is several times stronger than Ye Shen's space.

What surprised Ye Tian was that although there are mountains and rivers in this space, all the landscapes are only black and white, just like the black and white TVs in the past.

In the distance, there is a cliff more than [-] meters high.

The water stream slanted down from the cliff, rushing, and hit the bottom of the cliff, forming a waterfall.

Around the waterfall, there are some black and white weeds growing.

Those weeds were in different shapes, Ye Tian had never seen them before.

However, Ye Tian could feel that the aura of those grasses was definitely not low.

There is a bamboo forest next to the waterfall, and a small thatched hut is faintly visible in the bamboo forest.

Although Ye Tian felt strange, he still walked quickly towards the hut.

In the hut, the sound of silk and bamboo came unexpectedly.

"Is there anyone else here?"

Ye Tian quickly approached the thatched hut, and was about to pay his respects, but suddenly found that behind a square table outside the hut, a figure was bowing his head and playing the piano.

The sound of the qin and zither sounds like ethereal and illusory, which makes people feel refreshed.

It's just that Ye Tian didn't focus on the sound of the piano, but the person playing the piano caught Ye Tian's attention.

Rather than saying that it is a person, it is better to say that it is a paper doll.

The paper figurine is life-sized, but it is obviously made of folded paper. It has no expression, but it is extremely agile under the flick of the fingertips.

This……

Ye Tian was stunned.

It is unheard of for paper figurines to play the piano.

Ye Tian could even feel that the paper puppet was much better than his own puppetry.

Coming in front of the paper figurine, Ye Tianzheng was about to cup his hands, but the paper figurine put its palm on the strings and pointed its head.

There was no expression on that paper-folded face, and even the eyes were drawn with a brush.

The folded mouth opened and closed: "Master, are you back?"

Ye Tianqiang suppressed the excitement in his heart, and asked, "You know me?"

"Master, it's been 3000 years, and you're finally back." The paper figurine continued, then, he took out a book from his side and put it in front of Ye Tian: "Master, when you left, you said that you would come back soon." I give you this book."

Ye Tian was suspicious, but still held his hand.

This book is more like a notebook, the paper is simple and unsophisticated.

Ye Tian opened it, and immediately felt a rush of domineering aura rushing towards his face, as if layers of thick murderous aura were impacting his soul.

Ye Tian broke out in a cold sweat, and immediately closed the book.

Those murderous aura also disappeared.

The paper figurine chuckled: "Master, your cultivation level is still relatively low, so I'm afraid you can't open this book yet."

Is the cultivation base still shallow?

Ye Tian wanted to scold his mother very much.

Damn, I can definitely walk sideways in the place of the four major continents now. With the power to kill the heavenly generals, my cultivation base is still shallow. Is it possible that I am really some old monster?
Putting the book into his pocket: "Since you call me master, let me ask you, do you have a way to save this little dragon?"

Ye Tian smoothly took out Black Dragon Five.

The paper figurine glanced at the Black Dragon King and pointed to the previous waterfall: "Master, this is not easy, is it? The Wanlong Waterfall and the black flowers and plants are sacred products, as long as you eat and drink them, such minor injuries are naturally nothing to worry about. "

Hearing this, Ye Tian almost staggered and fell.

The Black Dragon King almost died, in the eyes of the paper man, it was insignificant.

Moreover, this is just a small world in Molong's picture.

Could it be that he was really against the sky?

Ye Tian was too lazy to talk nonsense with the paper figurine.

Anyway, there is plenty of time in the future, so I turned around and came to the waterfall again, and then fed the Black Dragon King some waterfall water and black weeds.

Visible to the naked eye, the black dragon king, who had been drowsy, really woke up.

Although the breath was still extremely weak, the vitality that was about to be cut off was quickly recovering.

"Really so strong?"

The Black Dragon King obviously didn't expect that he would not die, only the palm-sized snake curled up, looked at Ye Tian blankly, and then his pupils shrank suddenly: "Is it you?"

Ye Tian waved his hand: "How do you feel?"

"I, I don't know, is it possible that this is the underworld?" The Black Dragon King looked around, saw the strange scene around him, and asked.

"What a bastard, this is the world in the Hundred Dragons Scroll." Ye Tian rolled his eyes: "If it wasn't for the fact that you are still bloody, I wouldn't bother to save you, since you can't die now Now, go wherever you like."

(End of this chapter)