The gloomy and crazy Master is drooling over me

Yu Mian took two steps forward. Apart from scattered ink dots of flowers and plants on the ground and curling clouds in the sky, the surroundings looked like a paradise in ink painting.

There was no danger at all.

It seems like a good place for tourism.

But the feeling she got from the bad lottery draw was too bad for her to relax. She subconsciously avoided the area with patterns on the ground, stepped on the paper surface, and continued to move forward.

If the world in the painting is a link, then they can definitely be found. Although this is a big competition, when it comes to collective honor and individual honor, Yu Mian still prefers the collective.

After taking two steps, he suddenly slapped his head, pinched his fingers, and transformed a spirit butterfly into something to deliver the message.

The moment the Psylocke appeared, the ink-colored creatures that had been peacefully staying in the quiet corner instantly broke away from their original forms and turned into octopuses, instantly wrapping around the Psylocke and consuming it completely.

Yu Mian was startled and took out his spear, wanting to pierce the opponent, but before he could do anything, the scene in front of him returned to normal, as if what just happened was just a dream.

To the point that Yu Mian even doubted whether he had ever pinched the spirit butterfly.

She tried it again on the spot, and the ink that had just wrapped around her instantly swallowed up the Psylocke, then returned to the cool and harmless canvas.

Yu Mian got goosebumps. What the hell was this?

Are you sensitive to spiritual power?

She used several spells again, but they were all devoured as soon as they appeared.

From this, we figured out that the use of magic is prohibited in this world on the canvas, as it is a test of the monks' combat power after they lose their spiritual power.

Quite creative.

Yu Mian bent down and prepared to pick up a small black flower with her fingertips. Before her eyes, a psychedelic scent drifted from the leaves and flowers, making her dizzy.

She staggered and almost fell down.

He quickly bit the detoxification pill hidden in his mouth, regained consciousness in an instant, and while he was unconscious, he threw out the formation plate and fell into the formation.

On the ground, those seemingly gentle and lovely little flowers were moving up along the captive's fingertips little by little, and it seemed as if they were going to drill into the skin from the back of the neck.

The Glazed Pure Lotus in Yu Mian's body had not been working for a long time. When it suddenly came to life, it burned everything to ashes.

At the same time, the pollen brought into the nasal cavity during breathing is also burned.

Yu Mian lay on the ground and coughed twice, almost coughing out his lungs, "Liuli Jinglian, thank you!"

It seems that the enemy he has to face is not only the monks, but also this strange world in the painting itself.

Even...Yu Mian felt that the danger she sensed did not come from how many of her fellow cultivators were monks, but from the fact that this area made her feel more uncomfortable.

Because of the spiritual power contained in the formation, countless black things around it instantly climbed up the walls of the formation, moving their bodies like caterpillars, and devoured it bit by bit.

On the water mirror, those venerables could only see a black semicircle covering the ground, but could not see what the monks inside were doing.

Yu Mian released the Glazed Pure Lotus, lighting up the surroundings directly with white light.

Then he gently picked up a strand of freshly burnt black ink powder with his fingertips, and when he rubbed his index finger and thumb lightly, he smelled a pleasant pine ink scent.

After burning, will it turn into real ink?

Yu Mian's fingertips gently touched the fat lotus in his arms, as if to paint it with color, but he thought of something the moment he touched it.

Ink is the pine smoke produced after burning, which means it cannot be burned by fire.

Therefore, what was burned was not the ink at all, but something that used the ink to cover its shape.

"Liuli Jinglian, what do you feel?"

The fat lotus in his arms, which was glowing diligently, jumped a little, and the leaves opened and closed, as if it wanted to speak.

Yu Mian also nodded as if he understood what was said, but in fact he was still emptying his mind and thinking about something.

Finally, she opened the formation plate a little, tore off a small piece of ink flower and held it in her arms. This time she did not bend down to smell it, but quickly sealed it in the talisman.

Then began to experiment with the properties of this thing.

Can be deformed at will, mist-like, parasitic...

It fits the description of most intangible evil spirits. Could this be the Beiming Sect's way of testing its disciples, teaching them how to identify evil spirits and slay demons?

Yu Mian gently hooked out a small strand of hair with his fingertips, and drilled it on his fingers, as if looking for an opportunity to invade her body.

The vague feeling of uneasiness in her heart grew stronger and stronger, and a bad guess came to her mind.