dejected fairy

Chapter 218

"Oh!!!"

The black monster was lying silently in the blood, but suddenly he screamed!
He originally covered his face with his hands, but this eyeball went straight through his palm and flew up.

After the eyeball flew up, it wobbled and was not immediately absorbed by the avatars of the three corpses. On the contrary, a lot of mist gathered over it, emitting a faint coercion.

The eyeballs rolled around, as if they were peeping at something.

Suddenly, the shadow of the long river that was about to disperse appeared again!

However, with a flick of the three corpses' avatars, a qi talisman flew over, shattered a few feet away from the eyeball, and covered the eyeball.

The eyeball trembled, and was moved over in an instant, and landed on the hands of the three corpses incarnations!
The next moment, the black and yellow energy of merit, five kinds of aura, and twelve qi talismans flashed one after another, forming a restraint, including this eyeball.

Immediately afterwards, with serious eyes, Chen Yuan manipulated the incarnations of the three corpses, and pinched the seal formula with his hands!

seal up!
Immediately, the sealed eyeball was swallowed by the avatar!
The next moment, the avatar's body trembled, and a wave of air burst out all over his body, and there was an inexplicable and unexplainable strange charm, especially a pair of eyes, which were even more enchanting.

Also, following a certain connection, Chen Yuan's eyes also changed slightly involuntarily, and the Golden Eye Art worked on its own, but with a turn of his mind, the strangeness in his eyes disappeared.

"This eye is the eye that seems to be lost by the dead immortal in the illusion? It's really weird, but how did it fall into this painting?"

After waving his hand to gather the three corpses together again, Chen Yuan's thoughts began to spin rapidly.

Tick, tick, tick...

On the other side, the black monster struggled to sit up. His whole body's hair was falling, and his huge body was slowly shrinking. More than half of his eyes had been exploded, and the rest of his eyes were full of panic, with random eyeballs. While turning, he saw Chen Yuan's figure, and he revealed a wave of fear!
"This man is really insane. He actually ate up the old man and didn't leave any behind! From this point of view, it is indeed a bit too much for the old man to treat those monks who strayed into this place..."

With all kinds of regrets, all the black hair on his body fell off, the rest of his eyes also disappeared, and his whole body shrank to the size of a normal person, but the black chains still locked his hands and feet.

But at this time, he can no longer be called a weirdo, because after losing his hair and eyes, he has transformed into a skinny old man with a long beard hanging down his chest and a pale complexion. The only remaining eye is full of haste and hopelessness. With help, the bit of dusty temperament that he originally had disappeared.

Above, Chen Yuan, who had gathered his avatar again, looked down, and a radiance like the moonlight fell on the skinny old man with his gaze, and the context of the front and back became clear in an instant.

"You are indeed a ray of thought for painting Shengqiu Daozi."

Chen Yuan looked at the trembling old man, and said calmly: "Since ancient times, one who has reached the pinnacle in a certain field can touch the Tao, that is, as the saying goes, skills are close to the Tao. Those who can be called saints with paintings are naturally It is to reach the pinnacle of the Tao of Danqing, to be able to touch the Tao, and to leave ideas in the most extreme works."

He walked down from the air step by step and arrived at the old man's side.

The old man raised his head, looked at Chen Yuan, and listened to his words, as if he had thought of something, his panicked expression gradually subsided, and he actually calmed down slowly.

"This idea is tossed and turned in the painting. Being admired, worshiped, and sought after by people, it is like a god who is incensed by people. Gradually, he has wisdom, like a ghost. Especially after the original owner is gone, it will grow day by day. If everything is normal , and may eventually become a painting ghost, that is, a folk painting fairy."

"The fairy in the painting?" The skinny old man's eyes were a little blurry, as if he was recalling something.

Chen Yuan continued: "This kind of spirits generally do not do evil, but are kind to others. For example, you may teach one or two disciples the way of Danqing, and eventually you may teach another painting saint, or Because of being misunderstood, there were rumors that the painter Qiu Daozi was not dead, but lived for hundreds of years, and many people had seen it."

He said it with certainty, as if he had seen it himself.

"Qiu Daozi..."

The skinny old man muttered this name, and his expression changed again.

"Yes, but this is the original development process." Chen Yuan sighed, "The prince of the Dragon Palace told me that he found this painting in the Immortal Mansion. As far as I can see, in this Dingyuan small world, anyone with The things and people related to the fairy are all weird and mysterious, since the fairy in your painting has fallen into the so-called fairy mansion, naturally it will not get better."

After a pause, he looked at the old man and asked seriously: "So, if you dare to ask the fairy in the painting, do you still remember how you entered the fairy mansion and what happened to you?"

Stared at by Chen Yuan, the old man suddenly woke up, and muttered to himself: "Old man... This old man is Qiu Daozi, and the picture scrolls that this old man sent him have always been regarded as treasures, but suddenly one day, they were given to me. After going out, I was submerged in water, and after that, the old man's heart changed."

"Who sent it out? What kind of water is it?"

"This... old man really can't remember, old man..." As the old man spoke, he suddenly retched, and the chains all over his body were suddenly entangled, sealing his mouth shut!

Chen Yuan pointed out, but although the five-color aura hit the chain, it was like mud and stones entering the sea, without any feedback!
"This chain seems to communicate with another realm. Is this breath really ghost?"

Click.

Crack...Crack...Crack...Crack...

The crisp sound of breaking came from all directions, Chen Yuan looked around, and wherever his sight touched, there were cracks everywhere.

The whole world in the painting is about to collapse!
Without any hesitation, he collected his mind, wrapped himself in spiritual light, and rushed out of the world in the painting in a blink of an eye.

"That immortal is certainly weird, and it made me a little curious, but in the final analysis, he is just looking for a branch line on the road, so there is no need to rush."

Flying out of the painting, he stretched out his hand to grab it, and the long scroll fell into his palm.

The fairy aura that permeated the painting scroll was completely gone. Looking at the mountains and rivers in the painting, it is steep, strange and lifelike. Although it is a masterpiece, the original mysterious and mysterious feeling has disappeared.

"Although the fairy spirit has dissipated, the chains and the monsters in the painting are still there. This painting is still not simple."

However, Chen Yuan did not intend to get to the bottom of it.

"Master... Uncle Master!"

At this time, several voices suddenly came from below.

Chen Yuan searched for the sound, and the target was the elders of the eight sects.

"Uncle Master?" Hearing this address, Chen Yuan pretended to be puzzled, "What do you guys mean by that?"

"Uncle, you don't have to hide it." The pale-faced Monk Xuan forced himself to walk out, "I already know your true identity!"

　The number of words is less, because my health has improved slightly, but my wife has a fever, and my son is noisy, it is almost difficult to type... The good news is that I tested it with a test strip, and I am unwell.

　　Try to get another code...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)