The dark shades of tattoos create a strong contrast with the snow-white skin.

Gu Juan exhaled lightly, deaf to the chaotic sound behind him, and leaned over to carefully observe the pattern.

To his surprise, the dark-toned tattoo was not a demon, and it had nothing to do with horror and horror, and it really looked like an ordinary landscape.

To be more precise, this is an ink landscape painting.

And it was a newly completed ink tattoo, and it should not take too long for it to appear on this woman's delicate skin.

He could even come to the conclusion that made him a little frightened, that is, when he stepped into this courtyard, a pair of invisible hands imprinted this strange pattern on her body.

Black clouds, high heavens, distant mountains, long rivers, bamboo forests, lonely boats......

The lonely sail is far away and the blue sky is endless, and only the Yangtze River skyline can be seen.

The apes on both sides of the strait could not stop crying, and the light boat had already crossed the ten thousand mountains.

Gu Juan inexplicably flashed such a poem in his heart, and watched with some distraction as the small boat went down the long river, getting faster and faster, and the hull of the boat became bigger and bigger.

The boat swims in the water, and the water flows in the painting.

The appearance of such a strange scene in an ink painting tattoo did not make him feel too surprised, and even if it was normal for a nuclear-powered submarine to float up from this inky river, he was just a little distracted, and he lost the ability to analyze and judge problems independently.

I don't know how long it took, he suddenly woke up from his inexplicable trance, his pupils suddenly contracted to a little, and he stared at the ink-colored figure standing silently on the lonely boat.

The man lifted the hat above his head and glanced at him.

He "saw" a pair of eyes of the man.

The eyes of the two were entangled at this moment.

There was nothing there, only a thick inky darkness, as if it could suck a person's soul into its entirety. Even with the red flame in his eyes, he couldn't see through the darkness what kind of danger was hidden behind it.

Gu Juan pinched his eyebrows violently, only to feel his head buzzing, and when he just looked at the person, it was like being hit head-on by a sledgehammer, and he instantly fell into dizziness.

There was a flower in front of him, and the girl who had just been stripped of her by him was gone, the tattoo of the ink landscape, and the small courtyard under the red lantern hanging high in Gu Juan's sight.

When he regained his clarity again, he found that he had changed the stars just now, and found that his whole person was suddenly in the middle of the inky landscape. I don't know when I stood at the end of the small boat with a lonely sail and a distant shadow.

A lonely boat walked quietly along the dark river, and at the other end, through the dark canopy, stood a vague figure with a scimitar at his waist, gently rocking the oars.

With a rickety boat underneath him, a bubbling river, and an unusually dim environment, with no sun or moon overhead, only heavy black clouds that seemed to be as low as he could reach at the touch of his hand, and a faint golden glow reflected from far away, painted everything with a faint layer of yellow.

He didn't hear anything, everything was a little terrible, even the sound of the river was hidden, the only thing he could clearly feel was the cold aura that kept coming from all directions.

"It's interesting, it's really interesting. ”

"Momentary ignorance and carelessness, as a result, am I being set by a serial set?"

"It's like a matryoshka doll, if you don't pry it open to the last layer, you don't know what kind of scenery is inside?"

Gu Juan silently stared at the vague figure on the other end of the boat, and the originally somewhat irritable mood quickly precipitated, and then turned into the deepest solemnity and surprise.

The vague figure with a scimitar still bent over there, as if it didn't care if there was an extra life on the boat that didn't belong here, just silently repeating its movements.

The pale golden light shone down from the top of his head, smearing the swaying figure into a layer of pale gold, although he couldn't see the person's appearance clearly, but Gu Juan could imagine that in such a strange quiet, danger was gradually approaching, and it had quietly come to his side.

"This feeling ........."

"It's the same as when I first saw Ji Throat, no, it should be more depressing and nervous than the first time I faced Ji Throat. ”

Gu Juan narrowed his eyes, his pupils shrank little by little to the size of an eye, and the faint red flame also shrunk into a little in the deepest part of his eyes, and he was still constantly filling and compressing inward, his body was slowly tensing at the same time, a pair of ink-colored armor covered his whole body from nothing, and he held the hot axe handle with both hands, and he directly put himself into the highest level of combat alert.

It was as if the murmur of countless people chanting and singing at the same time quietly sounded in the ears again, instantly breaking the silence in the picture scroll here.

Suddenly, the boat came to rest in the middle of the river, shimmering with pale gold.

But Gu Juan knew very well that such a beautiful scene of quiet and peaceful did not mean anything, because the deadly danger was often concealed in such a seemingly peaceful and safe scene, until it suddenly showed its sharp fangs at you.

The illusory and vague figure put down the oars, turned to face Gu Ju, and pulled out the scimitar on his waist little by little.

The next moment, the scimitar in its hand vanished.

Gu Ju's heart tensed to the extreme, and he raised his head sharply, looking at the sky above that was emitting a faint golden light.

Beneath the dense dark clouds, he saw dense, almost innumerable lines of ink, all aimed at the position of the boat.

His brow furrowed, as if he heard a faint sigh.

Countless ink-colored lines above the head flew silently downward, dense as heavy rain.

"Are these flying swords, or should they be called throwing knives?"

"I can't imagine that the first time I saw the legendary flying sword in this world, it actually appeared in front of me in the form of such an ink painting line......"

"It's not a pure hallucination, but it's definitely not a completely real space either, and I think I've roughly figured out what it is......"

"I just never expected that thing really existed, and I didn't expect it to be able to directly target me...... That's why there will be inconsistencies that can't be broken, and I will step on the air without knowing it, and even if I know that I have stepped on the air, I am still foggy and unable to see clearly. ”

"Being personally shot by such a thing, what should Lao Tzu say now, am I even lucky to be cold with grass and mud Ma Ganlin!?"

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Chapter 336: Ink Landscape