The blue tiles and gray pavilions are full of ink. When Zhan An turned his gaze back, the turbulent city ahead suddenly disappeared.

It is a series of ink-brush lines with distinct thickness, outlining the charm of the entire Red Lotus City. Even the slightly undulating mountains and ancient towers in the distance have become the farthest scenery...

The person who sells candied haws only has a few simple paintings.

The waiter in the teahouse that solicited guests, he even only had a ball of ink shadows.

The carriages and passengers walking in a hurry, although they were already still, carefully depicted their hard work and running.

Zhan An touched himself with his hands, wondering if he had also turned into an ink painting, but he was still flesh and blood and warm.

"Which master is there to hold a banquet and wait for Zhan? When he painted this city, Zhan was flattered." Zhan'an said to the Mocheng in the painting.

The sound echoed in the Huacheng City, and no one answered. A black shadow suddenly appeared on the long street facing Zhan'an. The shadow was tall and tall. When it stood, it approached the city tower. The wide road seemed a little crowded and narrow at its feet!

The shadow of the black bead came step by step, and the Ink Painting City was trembling. When it reached the Cross Avenue ahead, all the vendors, pedestrians, officers and soldiers had disappeared, and the entire street was cleared, leaving only Zhan'an and this giant ink beast!

The black horn object is wearing armor, and the hair on his body is swaying with the wind like a flame. Although it is completely painted with black ink, due to the difference in ink color, it still gives people a powerful aura of red fire possession!

"Fire Solid Dragon?"

Zhan'an recognized this creature.

Moreover, it was the fire dragon formed by Mo. For some reason, when it stepped on itself, it was like a real fire dragon standing in front of it, with its majesty and sacred aura not diminished at all!

Zhan An knew very well that this was definitely not an illusion.

The painting city he lives in is real, and the ink painting Fire Linlong in front of him is even more real. As a god-like person, he cannot be deceived by the small folk painting magic method.

The painter who draws the Red Lotus City here and waits for him to fall into the trap must be a peerless master...

But is there such a strong man in Zulong City State?

Zhan'an didn't remember who could reach this level, and he took painting as a reality. Even the dragon he drew was no less than the Fire Lin Dragon's original!

"Since I want to kill me, why not meet me? I am also a god-like person from the Ancestral Dragon City State. After all, I am your senior." Zhan An did not take a step back when facing the approaching of Huolin Dragon.

Only his own voice was echoing, and the painter, the mortal, had no intention of showing up.

Zhan An frowned.

Could it be a powerful Gentile?

In order to kill him, Li Ying did not hesitate to seek the Gentile Gods and Ordinary People with shame!

"Moo!!!!"

The Fire Inn Dragon roared like a divine cow. When it trampled on the ground, it saw a huge wave of flames that had spread to most of the city.

The flames came. Even if the ink line fluctuated, the feeling of heat and impact were no different from the slurry fire, and the sleeves of the shore were about to burn.

Zhanban jumped up, as light as a geese. He stepped on the ink eaves and hid in the direction of the city tower behind him very quickly.

Mo Yanlang washed away all the houses and pavilions on the street. As the Fire Linlong stepped out his limbs to chase, the Mo Yanlang surged higher and higher, and it was almost swallowing half of the city along the street!

He flew to the dome of the city tower. The building was black and made of ink and water. The shore was spread out and the force was leveraged on the eaves.

In an instant, the city tower turned into pieces, spreading the shore like a bow and leaving the string, and almost a long phantom was transformed into this explosive ejection.

After passing through the flame waves of the city, you can see that the majestic fire curtain was actually broken through a hole by the Zhan shore.

Facing the Fire Linlong, Zhan An had a bare hands, but his fist shone with a bright light at this moment, and the surrounding Mo Cheng was even twisted by his punch!

"Boom~~~~~~~~~~~~!"

The Fire Linlong slipped out, and the fist suddenly exploded on the cross street, rushing the Moying Ren City like a pool of waste ink spilled. For a moment, the entire Painting City lost its original appearance.

The Fire Linlong shook his body. It did not overturn, but was shocked by the force of the fist. Although the flames on its body were temporarily extinguished, with the long roar of the domineering auspicious beast, Mo Yan surged again on its body, and it was even stronger than before!

Zhan'an's expression became a little solemn.

I thought the dragon in this ink painting had its own power and power, but it was easy to break when touched. But I never thought that the fire dragon made of ink was so strong that it was so rigid and iron. It made its arm feel a little numb when it hit it with one punch.

What's more, some years have not been used to exert the power of the Divine Ordinary Society, and its strength is not as strong as before.

After retreating a little, Zhan An stared at the Fire Infinity Dragon, hoping to find its flaws from this phantom magic painting. Since it is a painting, there must be something completely different from the real thing. If you can find this painting city, the essence of this painting dragon will be effortless!

“Rumbling ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~”

A huge noise sounded from the collapsed city tower behind him. Zhan'an felt an unprecedented terrifying aura behind him, causing his neck to feel chills and goose bumps all over his body!

He turned his head and saw the city wall...

The walls of Honglian City are quite tall and firm, and even if there are demon-level creatures, they can resist them.

The city wall was also outlined ink, but what made Zhan Yan unbelievable was that the city wall began to squirm and began to stretch its body!

The wall bricks are like scales and the city walls are like bones. The walls guarding the Red Lotus City have come alive and turned into a dragon in the city. They are slowly raising their heads like rocks, looking down at the small shore...

Zhan An was extremely shocked in his heart. This painting technique has reached its peak. The most terrifying thing is that this mortal mortal can turn the dragon he has seen into the dragon beast he wrote!!

The wall of Honglian City definitely does not have this power of divine mortality. There is such a rumor that the Zulong City State has a dragon bone. It is rumored that the wall of Zulong City State is a pair of dragon bones!

This painter is clearly the city-state god. She has seen the real dragon bones of the Zulong City-state, otherwise how could she use this painting technique?

"Ancestral Dragon God Girl, the peak of the painting realm, are you the daughter of Li Ying?" Zhan An finally knew who the person in the painting city was.

However, when he left Zulong City, Li Ying's daughter was just a child. After more than ten years, she mastered such magical powers!

Zhan'an's words were still not answered, and the other party did not seem to need to speak to a dying person.

The oppression brought by the dragon in the city wall made it difficult for Zhan An to move half a step, and the fire dragon in front of him rushed towards him. Zhan An smiled bitterly, showing his indifference to life and death...

He didn't expect that he had just revealed the gods and mortals and was killed. He had no resentment or hatred in his heart, but he was a little concerned about the two little guys.

If Huolin Dragon is the one who can defeat Zhan'an, after all, Huolin Dragon's original body was broken by him.

But the dragon behind the city wall is attached with the soul of the ancestor dragon. Since the painter can draw it, his realm is above him. Now he is no longer the unyielding and unbelieving young man. He has already exhausted his life's passionate fighting spirit. He thought he could find a quiet place to enjoy his old age, but in the end he still did not escape the entanglement with Li Ying.

"Wow, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh

Suddenly, all the ink slipped down like water, and the fire dragon in front of him turned into pools of splashing black ink while running, and the rampant flames sprinkled drop by drop.

Behind him, the terrifying Huamo Panlong slowly lie towards the earth, slowly curling up, and encircling the Ink Painting City under his long dragon, all the momentum also collapsed in an instant!

It was like a ridiculous and magnificent dream, and I woke up on the couch.

Zhan'an's ears came again in the sound of shouting from the downtown city, and he was surrounded by hard-working pedestrians.

There are still blue-tiled and gray buildings on both sides.

In front is the stone brick road, and in the distance is the ancient tower of the low mountain.

The Red Lotus City Wall behind him is quiet and majestic, with white stone, limestone, and towers that remain unmoved and have never turned into any lifelike dragon objects.

Everything was as dazed as a dream. Zhanshang's eyes passed through the prosperity of the Red Lotus City Street. He still didn't see the painter. The fear of being stared at by the painted dragon continued to spread deep in his soul!

...

Red Lotus City, Guta Mountain.

A pool of red lotus, a rooftop, a stone table, a ink pen, and a woman in long-clothed blue velvet, her eyes were like a lake, deep and beautiful, and the deep pupils reflected the Red Lotus City, reflecting the crowd on the streets.

A man in light clothes, his forehead was covered with sweat. He stared at the woman painting with a very solemn expression.

"Say." Nan Lingsha said.

"I followed the arrangement of the teacher and went to Qingliuhe City to assist a team of magicians. When I arrived, all three mentors died suddenly, and the death was peaceful and the monster disappeared." Zhu Minglang took a deep breath and explained this fact to Nan Lingsha.

While climbing the mountain, Zhu Minglang saw the changes in the paintings of the entire city. Although he didn't know what Nan Lingsha was doing, the three mentors died suddenly. There must be extremely powerful monsters rampant and he must report to the senior management of the college as soon as possible.

"I will deal with it." Nan Lingsha sorted out the ink bamboo bottle beside her.

"Be careful, the monster has at least three thousand years of cultivation." Zhu Minglang said.

Nan Lingsha was still holding a pen, but this time she did not paint with canvas, but wrote out of thin air.

I saw that the painting ink did not fall in the air, but instead a lifelike Qilin dragon was gradually drawn into shape.

Gently clicked on the eyeballs, and the drawn Qilin Dragon came alive.

"You sit in Honglian City for me." Qilinlong leaned over, Nan Lingsha sat sideways, and spoke to Zhu Minglang.

Soon, the Qilin Dragon carried Nanlingsha and ran through the ridge of the low mountain. Before Zhu Minglang could even ask how to stay in a city, she had already rushed dozens of miles away...

Zhu Minglang closed his mouth and looked at the peaceful Honglian City, which made him even more headache for a moment.
Chapter completed!