I built the Jade Capital with the Netherworld

Chapter 122: Ink Reincarnation
The bizarre and fantastical story that came out of nowhere made Zhao Danyan unable to sit still any longer!

After some calculations, the source of the erosion turned out to be the finishing touch?

As he was tracing his roots, the celestial palace in the sky suddenly sank, and illusory flying pavilions and flowing pills grew out from the clouds, like divine peaks falling from the sky to crush the sea of ​​clouds. The entire palace complex dragged a burning tail flame and descended from the sky, trying to suppress the world.

"Damn it!"

Just one glance and Zhao Danyan was shocked. The existence that invaded Danqing Mountain Gate was far beyond his imagination!
Miscalculated.

He saw that Lu Wujiu was only at the second-class level of cultivation, and thought that the fairy in the painting that could be sealed by him was at most at the second-class level.

Who would have thought that his realm is impossible to guess!
'what to do? ’

Zhao Danyan's scalp was numb and she felt extremely regretful.

The Danqing Mountain Gate scroll, whose full name is "Danqing Jiangshan Tu", is a magical instrument passed down from master to disciple. If it is lost, the consequences will be unimaginable.

Now, he can forcibly take back the finishing pen.

But this will also mean that he will face the "source of pollution" directly.

He was not sure whether his painting and ink could cover up the "stain"?
If it cannot be covered, "Danqing Jiangshan Tu" will be in danger.

A single drop of ink can ruin the whole picture;

The paintings were severely damaged and the mountain gate collapsed.

"Huchi..."

With his breathing rapid, he had to grit his teeth and stand by and watch. This was also his best solution at the moment.

It would be fine if Lu Wujiu could bear it;

If he can't bear it anymore, he will forcibly recall the finishing touch pen and take charge of the situation.

Now he just hoped that Lu Wujiu would hold on. If that didn't work, it would be worthwhile to consume the opponent's magic power.

……

At this time, in the cassock room, Lu Wujiu, who was blocking the exit of the mandala pure realm with an eye-dotting pen, was neither anxious nor impatient.

No matter what, Yuan Mochan is also a top-three cultivator. If he had not been sealed in the pure realm of the mandala, so that he could not exert even a fraction of his full strength, he would have been powerless to fight back.

Therefore, the outcome cannot be decided in one battle.

The purpose of this battle is to test and consume.

Once the Eye-Pointing Pen is unable to resist Yuan Mochan's erosion, the Mandala Pure Land will be closed again immediately. At that time, no matter how powerful he is, he will be unable to make any noise.

But he took the initiative.

When the time comes, I will use the finishing touch pen to add a little bit of Yuan Mochan's painting ideas. I don't believe that I can't kill him!
With this psychological advantage, Lu Wujiu's magic power poured out without reservation, and through the special power of the eye-pointing pen, he destroyed Yuan Mochan's Jiuxiao Fairy Palace.

As the two sides were in a tug of war, seeing that the mana reserve had dropped to 30%, Lu Wujiu had an idea and subconsciously wanted to withdraw his mana to seal the mandala pure world.

Unexpectedly, as his magic power retreated, he was suddenly surprised to find that after Yuan Mochan's power flowed into the tip of the pen, it could not advance an inch.

It is not that his strength is waning;
But it’s the rejection of the finishing touch!

He could clearly feel that endless power was pouring into the Dotting Pen from the void, resisting Yuan Mochan's erosion, wave after wave!
This is a confrontation between two artistic concepts.

"Is this still possible?"

Lu Wujiu was stunned... It seemed that all his previous efforts were in vain?

"Stop! Stop! I, I am willing to surrender!"

Suddenly, Yuan Mochan let out a scream of extreme terror.

Yet, within the pure realm of the mandala, a drop of blood-red cinnabar dripped onto the glazed dome of the Nine Heavens Palace, awash in the clear, jade-like light. It didn't seem to slide away, but instead, like ink dripping onto rice paper, it quickly spread a shocking expanse of crimson. The finishing touch, the artistic conception, had ultimately tainted Yuan Mochan's painting.

He could no longer concentrate on fighting against the counterattack of the finishing pen!

At this moment, defeat was inevitable.

Before Lu Wujiu could react, the tip of the pen suddenly emitted a bright light, a dazzling red light that illuminated the pure world, and its aura was as strong as a tiger, covering the Shenxiao Jiangque in an instant.

The magnificent palace and jade room collapsed like a paper-made object in flames.

The broken Panlong Corridor Bridge smashed through the nine layers of jade steps, and one ridged beast after another rolled down from the glazed roof, echoing with the roar of metal and stone colliding when the vermilion palace gate smashed into the mandala.

For a moment, explosions, collapses, and roars came one after another, and countless immortal soldiers and generals hiding in the Immortal Palace fled in fear.

After a long time, the red light gradually faded away, and the mandala that was cracked like a spider web returned to its original state. Above the maze, there was only a scroll floating in the wind.

Lu Wujiu's figure flashed over, and he stretched out his hand to wave the scroll over. He glanced at it and saw that on the scroll, there were winding green mountains, covered by clouds, and pavilions and towers hidden among them.

In the blank space of the scroll, a line of regular script was written in a flamboyant style:
——Picture of Penglai Fairyland.

The artistic conception of the scroll is otherworldly and seems real, but there is a little bit of vermilion in the lower right corner, which ruins the overall artistic conception.

Looking closely, the scarlet color had landed on a climbing and playing monkey.

The painted ape in the fairyland is really destined to become an immortal!
Lu Wujiu took a deep breath and injected his magic power into it, and found that the scroll had become a magic weapon.

Similar to the "Moonlit Boating Silk Painting" he had bought in Bajiao Alley.

He thought about it, pursed his lips and spit out a line of hot fire, which then fell on the map of the fairyland.

"Clap!"

In an instant, a raging flame burst into flames, and the flames were like a glutton, stretching out its scarlet tongue, greedily devouring everything. Not long after, the scroll turned into ashes and scattered with the wind.

He looked outside the maze again, at the hundreds of terrified immortal soldiers and generals.

It seems that these should be the makeshift team built by Yuan Mochan over hundreds of years, just like the ghost officials in his underworld.

Judging from their cultivation, only a few of them have achieved perfection in the Jiazi era.

He took it casually, and after questioning it, he was immediately disappointed.

These people don't even know the name Yuan Mochan. They only know the Three Pure Ones, the Four Emperors, the Five Elders and the Six Officials. It's obvious that they have been completely brainwashed.

Whatever!

Lu Wujiu waved his hand and sent these immortal soldiers and generals, whose souls should have returned to the Three Mountains and their spirits to the Five Mountains, into the underworld and threw them under the Cliff of Broken Souls.

——He was not sure whether Yuan Mochan was really dead. To be on the safe side, it would be better to destroy everything!
As the immortal soldier fell off the cliff, the clouds evaporated and the soldier quickly turned into the original soul water and fell into the reincarnation corridor. A stream of innate primordial energy followed and his cultivation level rose steadily.

In the blink of an eye, his cultivation level increased by two years.

Lu Wujiu left with a feeling of enlightenment, sighing in his heart:
"If I were in the Jiazi realm, these many wandering ghosts would be enough to buy me ten years of cultivation. But now I only have two years of cultivation. It's so hard to cultivate the great Dao!"

However, as the realm leaps forward, the required Yuan Qi also increases exponentially.

After the last immortal soldier was reincarnated, Lu Wujiu was about to check the mandala pure world again when he suddenly felt something in his heart. He raised his hand and the Book of Life and Death emerged from his palm.

"Crash-"

The paper turned automatically without wind, and the information of the newborn fetus was recorded.

[…, pine soot ink from previous lives, immortal weapons from the Penglai Fairyland map…]

[…, in the previous life, cinnabar reflected in the snow ink, and the immortal soldiers of the Penglai fairyland map…]

Pine smoke ink? Cinnabar snow-reflecting ink?
What does it mean?
(End of this chapter)