Royal Master Painter

Chapter 73

There is a weird rune in Jiang Lian's palm, which is the soul-eating talisman. This kind of soul-eating talisman must be close to the opponent's body to work. I thought it was a chicken rib, but now it has become the last card.

Meng Kongting was originally seriously injured, but now he feels as if he has fallen into an ice cellar, and the Yang God who has been cultivating for many years seems to be pierced by countless thorns.

The pain in the body can still be endured with tenacious will, and this pain goes straight to the soul.

"Fat Tiger!"

After the sneak attack, Meng Kongting's control over the secret world of the Lingtai weakened somewhat, and all of Jiang Li's spiritual power was injected into Fat Tiger's body, and Fat Tiger's mouth full of sharp teeth directly bit off the wooden stake that bound the two of them.

Just when Jiang Greed was about to go all out, some painted spirit birds in the sky had already rushed here.

After Meng Kongting fled into the deep mountains, he had already spread the news with secret methods, and the team of more than a dozen people was the support of Tongbao Pavilion.

Jiang Greed had no choice but to give up the great opportunity, and these people in Tongbao Pavilion had never seen the aloof Meng Kongting in such a mess, his clothes were already wet with blood.

The people from Tongbao Pavilion took out a pill that exuded a delicate fragrance. Although he did not return to his peak state after taking it, Meng Kongting's face finally had a tinge of blood.

"Follow me to chase, this little thief stole Huang Huang"

Meng Kongting turned into a light and chased in the direction Jiang Li left, while gritting his teeth with a ferocious expression.

"Li Youlang, I will definitely smash your corpse into thousands of pieces!"

Being planted twice by a person who has realized the spirit realm is absolutely unacceptable to Meng Kongting.

Jiang Greed was riding on the fat tiger's back, and now his spiritual power has been completely consumed, and although Meng Kongting's attack did not directly kill him, it caused serious damage to his internal organs.

Every time Fat Tiger took a step, Jiang Li's body would feel severe pain. He wanted to recuperate, but there was a large group of people chasing him behind him.

In addition to Meng Kongting from the Sunshine Realm, there are two painters from the Mysterious Spirit Realm and four painters from the Spirit Realm. Even if they meet one of them, they have no chance of winning, let alone a group of them.

Fat Tiger's figure was agile, relying on the terrain of the mountain, he finally got rid of them.

After leaving the forest, the vast Jingshui River was in front of him. Jiang Li found a cave on the bank of Jingshui River.

Jiang Greed was lying in the cave tired and weak, and Fat Tiger was lying next to him, his stomach growling, and he licked Jiang Greed's face from time to time.

After resting for a long time, he recovered a little bit of physical strength. Jiang Li, who was half lying down, felt that there was a strange force in the river outside that seemed to be attracting him, so he came to the river by accident.

This is the main vein of Jingshui River, one of the three rivers. The water surface is sparkling, and it is the only place that is exceptionally quiet in today's chaotic Mushu Mountain.

Jiang Li saw wisps of black air rising from the water, and Fat Tiger felt uneasy following Jiang Li, as if there was something terrible hidden in the water, Jiang Li touched Fat Tiger's head to calm its irritable mood .

These black air rose from the surface of the water and were attracted by Jiang Li. A layer of black air adhered to his arms and entered his body through countless pores.

After walking two steps towards the river, I was startled when I accidentally saw the reflection in the water.

The reflection in the water was not him, but a ferocious ghost with blood-red eyes and black sharp claws with a crying and smiling expression. This was clearly a curse from an evil spirit!
Jiang Li's neck was cold, and he took a look at his shirt, and the evil spirit that was biting his neck disappeared.

Jiang Li was horrified to find that not only Jingshuichuan, but even the world was filled with all kinds of evil forces, and there were ghosts whistling in his ears.

"Today is Hungry Ghost Festival"

Lu Daoxuan told him at the beginning that his evil spirit curse would erupt every time during the Ghost Festival, and Jiujue Wusheng, but today was the first time it erupted.

The Ghost Festival is the most cloudy time of the year. Jiang Li turned around and wanted to escape, but his feet were nailed to the ground and he couldn't move a step.

Fat Tiger roared, and was about to pounce on the evil spirit in the water, but the huge figure disappeared out of thin air and returned to the painting.

This made Jiang Li's heart chill even more. This evil spirit could manipulate his paintings.

On the surface of the lake, the mountain wind gusts and thick clouds rolled, and Jiang Li's eyes gradually turned red. In his eyes, countless soldiers in iron armor and holding weapons appeared on the surface of Jingshui River at this moment.

After a huge vortex swallowed all the ghost soldiers, there was only one ferocious grimace left in the world.

A sharp-clawed ghost hand broke through the water and stretched infinitely, strangling Jiang Lian's throat, pulling Jiang Lian to stuff it into his mouth and swallowing him.

The room leak happened to be raining overnight, and along with a slithering escape, it was the reinforcements from Meng Kongting and Tongbao Pavilion who also came after them.

These people didn't see the strange scene in Jiang Gu's eyes. Meng Kongting noticed that this place was a bit weird but didn't pay much attention to it.

"Hand over Huang Huang, and keep your whole body," Meng Kongting said.

But at this moment, Jiang Li's body was completely out of control, and he couldn't even speak a word.

"Elder, why don't you talk to him, just take down a spirit enlightenment realm"

In order to compete for success, a painter in the spiritual realm releases a lion with a scroll in his hand. The lion leaps to throw Jiang Lu down, but when the sharp claws touch Jiang Lu, Hua Ling's body is imprisoned in mid-air.

At the same time, the painter also broke into the illusion where Jiang Greed was, screaming and terrified in this distorted world full of ghosts, the lion dissipated and turned into a pool of fuzzy paint, and the painter even bleeds to death on the spot!

"How is this going"

Everyone was frightened by the weird scene in front of them, but Jiang Lian obviously didn't make any moves.

Meng Kongting was also a little more cautious. There were many mysteries in this man named Li Youlang, and even he didn't see it through.

Seeking wealth and wealth, another strong man in the spirit realm bolstered his courage, and the ending was exactly the same as that person just now, death and soul shattering!
A lot of painters in the Lingling Realm were caught in Qingdu, but now two of them died one after another, and even the people present didn't understand what happened at all.

"Elder, what should I do..." One person asked cautiously.

Unknown things scare people the most, and even Meng Kongting's heart skipped a beat in his old age.

He himself is a strong man in the Sunshine Realm, and he has seen or at least heard of all the attack methods of the eight prefectures in the world. The person in front of him is obviously a painter, but the scene is so strange now.

"Shall we retreat first?"

"Just go back empty-handed?" Meng Kongting gave a cold squint at the person who proposed to retreat.

"No matter what, we are determined to get this piece of yellow, and whoever takes it will be rewarded."

Several people plucked up their courage again. This time they learned the lesson just now, and started to use their own methods from a long distance away.

A picture scroll unfolded, and a bird flew over the Jingshui River trying to attack from above.

This time everyone could see clearly that although the bird was still a certain distance away from Jiang Li, although it did not receive any attack, it began to collapse automatically and turned into a pile of paint.

(End of this chapter)