I'm The Emperor of All-Heavens

Chapter 670

"Damn it, the villain is too insidious. Fortunately, Mengli didn't fall in with me!"

"The boss said it was a good experience. Did he know we would be trapped? Would he come to help?"

"No, we can't just rely on the boss. We'll get together first and then go out together!"

Han Lingsha dexterously turned her double blades with her ten fingers, looking at the strange things around her.

After being loaded into the world in the painting, what we see is a constantly changing scene.

She saw her parents trapped in ancient tombs and died miserably, saw the Han people, all short-lived, and saw that she was caught by the government and paraded in the streets.

He also achieved immortal cultivation, found a way to solve the short life of his people, and was praised and loved by his parents

Great sorrow, great joy, great ups and downs, all kinds of world conditions, love and hate, all kinds of reversal and confusion.

A year ago, Han Lingsha couldn't bear it at a young age, but now her heart didn't fluctuate and even wanted to laugh.

Because this set has long been played by evil sword fairy.

After baptism, and then look at what ancient paintings do, there are flaws everywhere. It's ridiculous.

However, her ability to resist does not mean that others can be safe, so Han Lingsha began to look for the whereabouts of her companions.

Uncle Han Beikuang is the primary goal. After all, there are differences between intimacy and estrangement, but when he meets others, he also tries to save them. His heart is filled with excitement and responsibility. Han Lingsha transports the Shu mountain sword technique, incarnates the streamer, and takes the initiative to break into the dreamland.

The disturbing visions in front of us began to dissipate and turn into fleeting images. At first, they were endless, and then they continued to fade, exposing one figure after another.

Han Lingsha glanced and saw the Wulin heroes besieging Kong Yu. They were in bubble like tiny spaces, crying, laughing, scolding, collapsing or sinking.

"Benefactor... Wait a minute..."

Han Lingsha was about to try to save people when a kind voice suddenly sounded in her ear.

"Zen master Chiba?"

Han Lingsha moved in her heart and kept calm. She didn't respond at the first time. She carefully distinguished the breath and found that it wasn't an illusion of ancient paintings. She replied happily, "Zen master has also got out of trouble?"

This is really good news. Zen master Chiba is the leader of Baidao, and his status is equivalent to the leader of Wulin alliance. Once he gets out of trouble, everyone will have a backbone, break the ancient paintings and greatly increase the hope of defeating Kong Yu's plot.

"I'm not out of trouble... I'm fighting against the painting devil..."

Zen master Chiba's voice loomed from time to time and sounded intermittently: "the core of painting magic is a different stone... The three Buddha treasures share the same origin... I'm restrained... Donor break... Get out..."

Han Lingsha soon understood what he meant.

The core of this volume of ancient painting seems to come from the same source as the three Buddha treasures in the hands of Zen master Chiba. Now the two sides have fought and restrained each other, creating an opportunity for her.

Rather than rescue one by one and frighten the snake, it is better to bear the momentum and directly break through the core.

"Good!"

As soon as Han Lingsha turned her double blades, she encouraged herself and followed the guidance given by Zen master Chiba to go deep into the ancient painting.

Soon, the streamer converges and connects with each other like a snare, interwoven up and down, seemingly airtight, but running continuously, forming a long river of energy that will never stop.

Han Lingsha is blessed to the soul, and the lotus feet are light. He stands on the crest of the long river, and his whole body breath coincides with it.

With the restraint of Zen master Chiba, even if her current cultivation could not be perfect, she came to the core without danger.

The first thing that came into our eyes was the mellow Buddha light. Zen master Chiba turned into a solemn Buddha body and urged three Buddha treasures. He was fighting against an all pervasive black air. The two sides had been white hot and had no time to take care of him.

But what made Han Lingsha feel strange was that just below the battlefield, a little girl in red was floating, muttering to herself, as if she had fallen into a dreamland.

"Eh, Miss Tang?"

Han Lingsha recognized that it was Miss Tang family castle who had not met much before. Why did she appear here.

Although her identity is unusual, it seems that she is not enough to be taken hostage by the painting devil?

Not so much for the time being, Han Lingsha carefully bypassed the battlefield of both sides and saw a huge vortex behind the infinite black gas.

Just like when the people were absorbed in, they roared at the gods all over the sky, and the figure of fighting heaven and earth appeared in front of them.

"No!"

Han Lingsha's face changed greatly. As soon as his knees were soft, he would kneel down.

This has nothing to do with the dignity of will. It is purely a gap in life forms.

Even if you become an immortal, you will be comprehensively suppressed under the authority of this source.

However, at this time, another force suddenly appeared in Han Ling's body.

That's the contract with Yong'an pawnshop.

This force resisted the majesty of her back, made her body just flash, and received a lot of information.

"Does the figure belong to the demon ancestor Chiyou?"

Han Lingsha is not a true immortal. She knows little about ancient events, but she doesn't have to think about it. She can be called the ancestor of all demons. Naturally, she is a powerful existence to the extreme.

This figure actually belongs to Chiyou, so the core of painting magic is

The next moment, the back fades and turns into an irregular purple fragment. From the shape and grain, it seems to be a part of the weapon.

"Could it be that the weapons used by Chi you were broken by the ancient gods and gave birth to painting demons? It's a little difficult!"

Han Ling didn't dare to act rashly for a while after she mended her brain.

Who knows she doesn't move, but the fragment is inexplicably attracted, flattering and shooting a light into her eyebrows.

Suddenly, Han Lingsha saw a flower in front of her and entered an image.

It is a world full of purple. Amethyst is everywhere. It has a unique aura. It is also surrounded by demons, dreams are reversed, and Yin and yang are confused.

Many small animals with dark bodies and slender limbs chase and run among them, as well as men and women who turn into handsome human shapes.

"This is the demon clan? It's not the same as I thought!"

This is not a fantasy, but there is a sense of falsehood.

Because in the impression of mankind, the demon clan has always been cruel and ferocious, but looking at the life of this group, it is independent of the world.

Unfortunately, the peaceful and peaceful atmosphere did not last long. A dark shadow suddenly appeared and quietly dived towards the hall in the center.

Han Lingsha's vision then marched forward, and saw the dark shadow breaking the border, holding a newborn baby and leaving quickly.

"My child!"

Soon, the voice of anxiety and anger rang out, and a beautiful woman with noble temperament chased out. The two sides fought briefly, but they failed to stop and were taken away.

The shadow held the baby and sent it to the human world. Only then did it reveal the true face of Lushan. It was Kong Yu.

"It's the villain again!"

When Han Lingsha was indignant, Kong Yu shook off the picture scroll and began to change. A moment later, she disguised herself as the baby's mother.

He walked through cities and towns, watched and waited, and finally came to the government office of a small county and put the child down.

"Wow! WOW!"

The baby began to cry and startled the people in the government. Liu Shifeng, a young man, appeared surrounded by the government servants and picked up the baby with his own hands, showing his love.

"No..."

Han Lingsha stared more and more, and finally groaned: "is this dream glass?"