The jungle was shrouded in a rain of falling ink.

Gu Juan stared at the dim night sky, and then looked at the bird's head that seemed to be grinning and laughing at him, and suddenly felt that his stomach was extremely hungry.

Now the question has arisen, that is, even if he wants to leave, whether he can really get away.

Although he couldn't see it, his every move seemed to be under its control, and even if he rushed out of this dense forest, he might be followed all the way, like a shadow and a maggot on the tarsal bone, difficult to get rid of.

"It can't be helped. ”

Gu Juan sighed and swallowed a large mouthful of saliva.

"It's really just a bird, even though it can transform itself into a human form, but at the end of the day, it's a bird. ”

"Eating this charcoal-grilled owl can replenish more energy, at least continue the current state, and buy yourself more time. ”

"I just ate the roast wings, and there has been no reaction until now, so it shouldn't be too much of a problem to eat a roast leg slowly. ”

With this in mind, he immediately turned around and walked towards the position of the giant bird.

Just after taking a few steps, Gu Juan stopped suddenly, his eyes extended from the ground a few feet away, and he saw the end of the darkness that even he couldn't see clearly.

Under the reflection of the flames that had not yet been completely extinguished, he found that the black rain on the ground was gathering into streams of water, and what was even more strange was that the currents intersected before and after, left and right, and seemed to be connected into an incomparably huge and incomparably complex pattern.

If he guessed correctly, it seemed as if he was in the middle of this scroll woven of black water.

"Unexpected development, the woman named Chuanmo just now can paint with pen and paper, and she can create a paper figure with good strength, and now she wants to use a piece of heaven and earth as a picture scroll?"

"So, what's next for the attack?"

"This woman has already been chopped and burned to pieces, and if the enemy is not dead, where will he hide?"

Whoa!

The black currents on the ground began to swim, slowly following a planned trajectory, and in some places even violating the most basic laws of physics, the water swam from low to high without the action of external forces.

If you look down from the sky, you don't know what it will look like.

With a piece of heaven and earth as a picture scroll, this must be a thick pen talent

Gu Juan was suddenly stunned.

Yes, what about the pen?

What about the slender brush in Chuanmo's hand at the beginning?

After the battle just now, he smashed the table, smashed the inkstone, and put away the stack of red paper, which at first glance was not of ordinary material

However, he subconsciously ignored the pen.

Now, is the enemy hiding in the shadows just picking up the pen and attacking him?

"It's a pity that I can't fly, otherwise I can rise into the air, condescendingly look at these black streams, what kind of pattern they are connected to, and then look for where the enemy is hiding and splashing ink. ”

Gu Juan took a deep breath, and an idea suddenly popped up in his heart that made him a little surprised and scared.

Can't fly, but he can jump.

After jumping to a high place, if he detonates a large cloud of "Qiankun Borrowing" under his body, and then throws it upwards with the help of the force of the violent big bang shock wave

So, how high can he really jump?

How badly will you fall from the sky in the end?

Click!

He thought silently, but without any pause, he pulled the charred bird's leg off and bit it down hard.

After a long time, when Gu Juan finally finished eating a whole roasted chicken leg, it was the sixth time he had seen the corpse of this old bird.

This is the evil result of too low Jing Resistance, which has made him taste it completely.

Unable to get out of this dense forest, unable to find out where the enemy was, unable to truly erase the meandering black current, even the flames he had detonated from the beginning of the battle seemed to have lost some of its due illusory effect this time.

If it goes on like this.

He looked at the bird, which had two pairs of wings and two legs, and thought he might starve to death.

Before I knew it, the black water on the ground was surging, and it didn't take long for it to reach the level of boiling.

Gu Juan's face then became a little solemn, and after stopping in place and thinking for a moment, he stomped on the ground suddenly, and the whole person was like a stone thrown by a catapult, and he was several feet off the ground in an instant.

Immediately afterward, at the moment when he reached his highest point and stayed in the air, a huge light suddenly exploded in midair.

The shock wave was transmitted in all directions, and Gu Ju, who had deliberately adjusted his posture, was also thrown higher into the air.

It's easy to get nervous about flying freely, and it's a spontaneous psychological reaction when your life is in danger.

But what made his heart pound more than taking off was the scene in his eyes.

Below, where the dense forest should have been, there was only a huge ghost face that was hideous and terrifying, and the pale red flames that were still burning painted this black face with a bloody color, like a scar, and blood was bubbling out.

His gaze extended farther away, and finally he saw the whiteness that should have existed in the heavy snow, the vast snow white, surrounding the huge ghost face below, forming an extremely sharp contrast.

Suddenly, streams of black water shot upwards from the Burning Ghost's face, surging towards him like chains that locked souls.

"My suppressed perception regained a little, and I smelled the traces of its presence. ”

Xiang Wei's immature voice sounded in Gu Ju's heart.

Then following the direction it was leading, Gu Juan squinted his eyes sharply and saw a busy shadow in a corner below.

It turned out to be a lone brush!

There is no hand to hold the pen, and there is no person to paint, it is simply a brush, independently completing the painting of a huge painting.

In an instant, he accepted the fact that it should have been unbelievable.

With the demonic demon sword Zhuyu in front of the Great Wei Capital City, and the many pen fairy stories heard in the previous time and space, now there is really an extra pen essence with wisdom, and it is not too difficult to accept.

Because his essence resistance is too low, the biggest problem before is that he can't find the enemy.

Now that the problem has been identified, it is time to solve it.

And there is only one solution, that is, ignore it, drop it down and give it an axe first.

High in the air, a cloud of light erupted again, dispersing all the countless black streams that had been entwined.

The cold, shining, single-edged battle axe rolled up the wind and descended from the sky with a figure, appearing like lightning in the middle of the center of the ghost's eyebrows, and pressing down down with the momentum of a landslide and a crack.

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Chapter 176: Paintbrush