The gloomy and crazy Master is drooling over me

"I wonder what's going on outside?" Yu Mian's brows were slightly frowned, and he stepped on a weak black wisp that was trying to entangle him, and then burned it away with the Glazed Pure Lotus, leaving ash on the ground.

The ink that used to flow in continuously seemed to have become a consumable. As time passed, it was cleaned up bit by bit.

At this moment, they were standing on the ground with book patterns, as if they were stepping on beige paper. The surroundings were endless beige, and occasionally one or two strands of ink that escaped the encirclement.

Ning Yue: "These things are no longer increasing. Perhaps the elders have discovered something unusual."

Yu Mian sighed softly, "I hope so."

Sheng Qing should be able to understand what I mean.

No...she must understand!

It was a vast expanse of heaven and earth, with no east, south, west or north, and no moon or sun rising. They were like stars that were casually scattered on paper, trapped in a small world.

"Think of a way to get out first." Yu Mian sighed. There was no other way but to keep his spirits up. At least those disciples infected with the ink color had not shown any unexpected changes.

It's just that I was simply contaminated.

Outside the scroll, the venerables who were on the Demon Lord's Seal were also not feeling well at the moment.

The four big characters on the ground were extremely ghostly, as if emitting a special spiritual pollution that made their souls feel a little weak and they almost fell from the air.

Within the grooves of the engraved characters, extremely distorted ink marks crawled out bit by bit, gathering into strange shapes and flying towards the air.

The tip of Wen Ruyan's sword made a slight humming sound, and in the shimmering air, he discovered the enemy hiding in it, and his figure instantly turned from visible to invisible.

A sword pierced through his body.

Keng!

The flaw was revealed, and the figure hidden in the dark gradually emerged. The person who looked like a black and white ink painting held a sword in his hand and met his eyes.

The moment their eyes met, the originally blank and lifeless pupils suddenly grew larger, as if the finishing touch was added to a painting.

Wen Ruyan was a little surprised. The person opposite him looked exactly like him, except for the color, which was in ink-and-wash black and white.

He calmed himself down and realized that it was just a face and the sword in his hand could not be imitated.

Sword energy filled his entire body. His robe floated slightly, and his long hair fluttered in the wind. He combined the art of positive thunder with his sword and attacked head-on.

The speed is so fast that it is unpredictable. It will create a sonic boom in the air in an instant, and the entire airspace will be affected.

Countless flying sword energies shot out in the space, chopping the scattered soil and trees on the ground into even smaller pieces.

Many venerables in the distance had to dodge this attack that came from someone unknown.

A piece of Wen Ruyan's sleeve was cut off, revealing a faint trace of blood on his wrist, which was instantly hidden by spiritual power. There was some disbelief in his eyes that this inky self was actually on par with him.

Even in battle, when he became stronger, his opponent would also become stronger, just like a mirror.

What followed was a surging fighting spirit. He hadn't wielded a sword for many years.

"Come again!" He frowned and rushed forward with sword in hand. Since he was a soul cultivator, his body was just like a ghost, lingering around.

Between reorganization and dissipation, the sword techniques containing murderous intent were fed to the opponent bit by bit.

The two bodies, one soul and one liquid, were like two balls of ink entangled with each other.

On the side, the Venerable was in great pain as he was trying to avoid the sword moves.

Until a "self" slowly appeared in front of him, holding an identical weapon and attacking with murderous intent.

In the area of ​​the world that was enveloped and controlled, dozens of venerables and their clones were fighting fiercely.

It was not until the clone figured out the situation that Sheng Qing came back to her senses and her eyes flickered. A figure that looked exactly like her was about to appear in front of her.

Perhaps it was because she was too strong, it was impossible to simulate a one-to-one replica, and her body was as ethereal as clouds.

However, there was also an aura of murderous intent that could not be ignored, and it was coming towards Sheng Qing.

Sheng Qing frowned, slightly displeased. How dare he copy her clone...

The murderous spirit that was suppressed in his body was released without hesitation. His five fingers faced forward in the same movement, piercing through his heart, but his body slightly tilted to the side when approaching.

The other person's fingertips scratched a hole in her clothes, and her favorite outfit was damaged.

Sheng Qing narrowed his eyes slightly, and laughed in anger. He burned the part of his heart that he had taken out with the Qingming Karma Fire, then turned around and tore the other person into pieces bit by bit like tearing paper, and set it on fire.

Once the fighting spirit is aroused, one cannot help but want more...

The bloodshot spots in the dark corners of his eyes stained the corners of his eyes, and his gaze was fixed on the simulated figure in front of the other venerable.

"Come here..." She said, and Wen Ruyan and Yang Wu understood instantly, and they led the clone towards Sheng Qing.

Sheng Qing stretched out his fingertips, locked onto the target with all his spiritual power, twisted the two heads, and overturned the karmic fire, burning them directly into charred ashes.

Seeing that their clones were eliminated, the two did not stop and went to help the venerable beside them.

However, they were a little slow in their movements. Just as they teleported in front of each other, the green flame arrived in advance. The palm of the owner of the spiritual fire was covered with a layer of light fire, which tore the black ink into pieces like scraps of paper.

Finally, it turned into a little bit of burnt ink and scattered through the fingers.

The venerables around stopped what they were doing and all looked at Sheng Qing.

In the later stages of cultivation, a small step can make the difference between heaven and earth, let alone a big step.

Some of them may never see a great person who is transcending tribulation take serious action in their entire life, let alone imagine the difference between them.

I only know that fireflies are shining in the sky, but I don’t know what they mean.

Now, with one move, we were just shocked. Sheng Qing alone can suppress the whole situation without much effort.

"Thank you, Venerable Huaici!"

"Thank you very much! ..."

The people around them bowed to Sheng Qing, among them the Great Elder of the Jinlei Sect was already sweating profusely. Now thinking about it, Sheng Qing must have controlled his temper to save his life.

He covered his face with one hand, and after a moment of extreme fear, he secretly felt a sense of relief.

I was actually glad that this damn competition didn't go on as normal and was ruined by this damn Demon Lord.

Otherwise, if it was revealed that the disciples of the Golden Thunder Sect were ordered to attack her little Taoist companion, how could she survive? !

The field heaved a sigh of relief for a moment, and attached its backbone to Shengqing, looking at her.

Sheng Qing ignored those people, but subconsciously couldn't help but feel that this scene was particularly familiar. Even when he came to this competition, he had a sense of déjà vu when he came here.

It seemed that even if Mian'er was not here, she would still come here for a visit.

It seems that my past self must have been here.

At this moment, his eyes fell on the four big characters on the flat surface of the island and the dots of ink growing in the grooves engraved with the characters. He subconsciously raised his hand and cut his arm, spilling his spiritual blood all over the place.

Use your own body to irrigate and nourish the Qingming Karma Fire!

Sheng Qing's eyes were cold, without any regret. He just stared at the seal, as if looking for something.