The Riddler Get Out of Terra

The first feeling was that of softness. Although the muscles were strong, the skin was very pliable. Xi moved her fingertips, and the feeling of pliable skin with a small amount of fat came from the nerve endings.

The feeling that followed was a beating, a pulsating sound mixed with blood and strong force. The orange cat's breathing continued, and the heart, lungs, liver, stomach, kidneys...the internal organs were all working together, wrapped in an excellent body. Organs that run extremely smoothly, healthy, or powerful, seem to turn into the blood flowing in this body, transporting nutrients to him, allowing the vitality of life to tear apart all defenses from the point of contact, and rush into the mind of the person who comes into contact.

Xi took a few sneak peeks and locked the orange cat's shirtless back in the material library of her mind for a long time before reluctantly asking Hao Zhao:

"What are you doing? It's true that you're exercising well, but it's just good. I won't be inspired by this!"

In fact, I have a lot of inspiration, and I even want to draw it right away.

"Since you can't find suitable drawing paper and you're not willing to make do with it, then use my body as the drawing paper!"

Hao Zhao raised his right arm. The thick arm muscles bulged out beautiful muscle lines in the moonlight, and even the hanging shadows carried a heroic spirit rarely seen in the world:

"I think even if I draw something in the fantasy world, I can't take it outside of hell. But the painting on my body can't. I will take it out of hell. By then, if you are still interested , you can also rub it and draw a new travel diary of the fantasy world."

His body glowed under the moonlight, but his soul was stronger and more beautiful than his body. Xi looked at the bulging muscles on Hao Zhao's broad back and suddenly lost interest in painting:

"No, no need. Leaving paintings in a human body would be too small for me. As long as I think about it, these pictures will exist in my memory. After I go out, I only need to recall a little bit..."

Telling a lie that she didn't believe, Xi shifted her gaze nervously - how to get out?How to continue?Sui Beast is on the verge of awakening, and there is only one fate for a sacrifice like her.

So...it's better not to involve irrelevant people.

……no!I still feel angry!It was this bastard who took me into hell and overturned my car in a ditch. I would rather not give him a lesson!

Xi Bao suddenly thought about it and looked at Hao Zhao with a sinister look in his eyes. The palms that were frozen in place began to be filled with malicious ink:

Decided!Just draw a turtle on this guy!

As soon as the great painter closed his eyes, his heart was filled with confusion. A paintbrush with dripping ink suddenly appeared in his empty hand, and he eagerly glanced at Hao Zhao's back through the air.

Decided!Just draw a splash-ink picture of a tortoise on his back!

Xi thought fiercely.

However, Hao Zhao's next words made her freeze and unable to say a word:

"Although I don't know what happened to you, it must be serious, desperate, and a matter of life and death. Although I can't see what is weird, I also know that I have caused trouble and implicated you."

"I know that your skills are mostly in painting. Although you have dabbled in other areas, it is not helpful at this time. The only drawing paper you can take away from here is my body - so it is a symbol of our friendship. You are here Just paint on me. Of course, if you feel resentful, you can paint a splash-ink picture of a bastard."

The orange cat sneered: "It's just that kind of pictures will disappear as soon as I use my skills. It will take a lot of effort to be engraved on me. It takes so much time and energy, but it's better to draw something that is useful to you... and to us." Paint whatever you helped."

Hao Zhao's words were inconsistent with each other. He was saying that he was embarrassed to involve Xi, but he wanted her to draw a symbol of friendship on his back to help him in this adventure.

However, Xi undoubtedly understood what he meant - draw a picture on me, and if you are really in danger of death, stick to this picture, and I will take you away!

Chapter 257 Madman (Thirteen)

"Let me state in advance that nothing has happened to me. It's very safe here. It's completely unnecessary for you to ask me to paint on you."

In the dark cave, a clear female voice spoke softly. Xi stared at Hao Zhao's strong back muscles with distinct muscles and bones, and traced her fingers back and forth at the junction of muscles. In her mind, she already had the image of the bulging muscles as mountains, The impression of lying down on the ground gradually emerged.

Large swaths of blank space were engraved on Hao Zhao's back in her imagination, and her fingers moved down inch by inch along the orange cat's wheat-colored skin, grasping the explosive life movement between the muscles.

These blank spaces are fertile ground for drawing something more realistic, just follow the line...

Eh? !

Xi let out a short scream and watched helplessly as the life-saving straw came out.

Pointing away from his fingertips, the orange cat moved its body and gradually moved away from Xi's body. When it was tense, its muscles as hard as cast iron moved like flowing water. The hope and safety of the sudden departure made Xi feel frustrated and wanted to call for help. .

But why would she call for help?

Any act of asking for help is not allowed in the Sui Beast's decree, and even seeking death is not something that can be done. Xi Zhi stared at Hao Zhao in a daze as he walked forward step by step, his nose felt sour, and his eyes were filled with tears. Tears flashed dimly in her eyes, but shedding tears for no reason was also not allowed. Xi's biggest resistance was just a suppressed growl, and she stared at Hao Zhao with a cold face as she stood up and left:

"Really don't need it? Then I can leave?"

The orange cat rubbed his shoulders and moved forward gradually. Halfway there, he turned and looked at Xibao with a smile, waiting nervously for her response.

“If you don’t agree, you don’t agree!”

Xi's response was a cold scolding. Even though she was so disappointed that she wanted to cry, Xi still drew a piece of unlined clothing and threw it at Hao Zhao angrily under the compulsion of Yu Ling. She crossed her arms and turned around to leave. , with a normal look of being annoyed by Hao Zhao.

However, her retreat was stopped by Hao Zhao with a hand in front of him.

The man's speed was astonishing, his steps were steady, his attacks were precise, and he even used a technique similar to shrinking into an inch. In just a blink of an eye, Xi's handsome face carved by an orange cat's knife and ax appeared in front of him, Zhongruo Taishan's golden eyes narrowed slightly, and the corners of his mouth curled up in a smile that made her angry.

"I'm just joking. I don't mean to disturb everyone's enjoyment. It's just that we are in a cave at this time and the sky is dark. Can everyone really draw a stroke like a stroke?"

The man stared at Xi's pupils, and the golden vertical pupils appeared in his eyes again. Hao Zhao stared at Xi's bright red pupils, carefully observing every line on the iris that seemed to be unfolding. She was indeed a rare painter, even at the beginning The looks chosen by Hajime all have an artistic beauty, and the slender eyelashes are soft and lovely. After looking at them for a long time, it even makes the orange cat want to kiss her, and use her lips to feel the tremble of Xi Shi's eyelashes that were suddenly attacked.

As soon as the inexplicable delusions arose, he was cut down by Orange Cat. The rotation of the magnetic field stirred up the originally orderly magnetic field in his body, causing the power of emotions to repeatedly conflict and climb up in the depths of Orange Cat's heart. If it were an ordinary person, he would probably be at this moment. He has long become a madman who looks for opponents everywhere and does whatever he wants with his strength, but Hao Zhao is a member of [Qiao Lun] and he can always control himself.

The golden pupils regained their warmth, and the heroic man stared at the painting-like beauty, staring at her gradually frowning, watching her repeatedly purse her lips as if her abilities were being denied, and angrily sarcastically sarcastic at him:

"I'm not like a certain film who claims to be a guardian, but ends up unchaining the victim when he encounters danger and letting the victim fend for himself. Painting is a thousand-year achievement for me. There is nothing in front of my eyes, and I am already in my heart." You are accomplished, and the things you draw are not only lifelike, but also polished carefully, how could you make the stupid mistake you said!"

"Do not."

The orange cat stared at Xi's blemish-free cheek, and his eyes dimmed slightly:

"I'm not talking about the paintings Xi and everyone painted in the past."

His voice was low and soft, and his warm breath blew on Xi's ears, making the tips of her long ears sway unconsciously.

"I wonder if everyone has heard of a special painting method, embroidery?"

"Embroidery?"

Xi frowned and shook the complicated thoughts in her mind, recalling the Yanguo painting techniques she had encountered. Finally, in a bright and majestic room, she found the woman tracing a thimble on a white paper, and realized that What is Hao Zhao's true intention?

"Are you crazy?!"

Xi's pupils widened in shock. She stared at Hao Zhao, as if she was trying to break open the man's majestic body and look directly at the soul that drove this body:

"Of course I can embroider paintings, but those paintings require special cloth. If you embroider the paintings according to the excellence I pursue, your skin will have to..."

"Everyone will have to work hard that night."

Hao Zhao interrupted Xi's persuasion. Under the almost face-to-face, eye-to-eye gaze, he finally saw Xi's true emotions in her pupils.

Every detail on her face said "I can't do it", but every part of her pupils said "I can do it but I can't" like a tremor.

So, Orange Cat decided to add fuel to her fire:

"In my past adventures, I heard that everyone boasted about their abilities. You said that what you painted was of course the best in the world. As long as you activate your power a little, you can make the painting a part of your body, thereby gaining the eternal divine power - what exactly is it? You can hardly tell whether the painting lasts longer or you as a god live longer.”

"Do you remember what I asked you then?"

The orange cat stared into Xi's eyes. The weight of the soul in his eyes penetrated the fragile red glass and saw the soft soul under the cold iron surface:

"You ask me, 'Do you have any more powerful techniques? Can you really satisfy your pursuit by only painting one kind of painting from ancient times to the present?'"

At this moment, whether it was Xi with a calm and elegant face or Xi with trembling eyes, they all said what the orange cat asked himself in the bloody setting sun.

"Yes, then how did you answer me?"

A smile appeared on Hao Zhao's face. He watched Xi's calm face carefully. Perhaps it was the painter's pursuit of visual effects. There were almost no pores on Xi's skin, only thin, soft and almost invisible down. on cheek

It rises and falls with the airflow caused by breathing.

On the bright side, she smiled, but in her pupils, she felt guilty:

"I said that actually there is. Ordinary paintings only use their power to turn everything in the world into ink. Emotions, bodies, plants, worries... Most of these raw materials from mortals usually accompany you. When I find good materials, even I can't. You have to smile, but if you say the best in the world, of course it is the paint made by me."

"However, the picture here is superficial. If it is only superficial modification, I can't take you away, I can't remember you, and I can't break anything. So, what should we do?"

Hao Zhao picked up Xi's hand and raised it gently, letting the pink nails appear in the sight of the two of them, as if making an oath:

"Come on, I have to take responsibility for what I do. Please teach me, everyone."

Chapter 258 Madman ([-])

There is a legend in the Yan Kingdom that there is the highest casting skill, the highest martial arts, the highest dream skill, and the highest painting skill in the world.

But just like the highest casting skills are always related to the caster's own spirituality of throwing himself into the furnace and burning them into ashes, using his flesh and blood as a sacrifice to call for the divine weapons, martial arts requires the dedication of the most devout warriors with their whole bodies and souls, using their bodies to the best of what they have learned. The essence of martial arts is polished into a stubborn stone to call for the great terror in the void to come. Only by becoming the carrier of the supreme terror can we have a glimpse of the pinnacle of martial arts. The dream magic will perfect the future that the dream magician has not even reached so far. Sacrificing his dream, he had an unprecedented dream in a dream where he couldn't distinguish the location of heaven and earth, couldn't find the sun, moon and stars, and finally saw the ultimate in dream magic.

The highest level of painting also requires the painter to use blood as ink, minced meat as pigment, bones as pens, and hair as ink tips. When a perfect painting is completed, all the beauty will be sealed with the death of the painter. The drawing paper with skin as the base is shining brightly.

It is said that these ancient techniques, filled with blood and cruelty, are rare "transcendence techniques" that can surpass the gods in ancient legends who can be called the incarnation of the corresponding techniques.

Since ancient times, the officialdom of Dayan has been extremely repulsive to such sorcery. From the emperor to the scholars, from the masters to the merchants weaving mats and selling baskets, they all denounced the art of transcendence as "a fallacy and heresy that has never been seen in ancient times, with endless poison and widespread harm. Human and material resources should be used to eradicate them from existence in the human world in order to correct the path."

But this is just an official stoppage. It seems to be vigorous and vigorous throughout the ages, but in fact it only smashes and destroys the small sharp corners of the extreme northern icebergs that emerge from the water. The unbreakable evil that is left behind is still lurking around millions of people. Here, entangled in the past, present and even future that Dayanren cannot escape.

This is a crime committed by beings who cannot be named. It is a crime committed by the most despicable, shameless, vicious, and heartless monsters in the world. It is an unrecordable and indestructible crime. This crime will be surpassed even if it is not eliminated. The art will always exist in the bone marrow of the people of Yan country, lingering around the bones, and it will never be easy.

It is also the devil that haunts the people of the Yan Kingdom. When manpower cannot be used in time, the desperate seekers, guided by emotions ranging from greed to despicability or nobleness to cruelty, step headlong into the abyss of the art of transcendence, never to return.

Faced with the temptation of the art of transcendence, there are always people who try it with the attitude of "I am a unique winner, a man of destiny", but they don't know that there are countless amazing and talented warriors or warriors throughout the ages with the same attitude. Stepping into it, courage and persistence are like endless waves, and steel and iron bones are as indestructible as mountains. But once you step into the threshold of the art of transcendence, the meaning of life becomes indifferent in the eyes of the "transcendents". The truth of all things is clearly revealed, but they have melted into the most terrifying truth and can never look back.

Some people suspect that the "Technique of Transcendence" is a vicious thing created by the Sui Xiang Fragments. For this reason, countless literati and generals from all dynasties have petitioned for the "people", and they wish they could immediately persuade Emperor Yan to raise an army to chop all the culprits into pieces. Meat Sauce comes to kill the existence of the art of transcendence from the source.

However, all the ancients, every generation of emperors in Great Yan, and every heavenly master know that the art of transcendence has nothing to do with the year, or even the year beast - this is an irrefutable mistake made by the real dragon, and it is enough The ugly marks that completely destroyed the legitimacy of Emperor Dayan are the traces left by despicable people trying to take the most unacceptable path of ascent. The only thing their successors can do is to keep everything about this taboo in In the body, no clues are allowed to appear in the world.

The most taboo book in the Celestial Master's Mansion contains the detailed secrets of cooperating with the Source Stone to achieve immortality. It records the ancient spells left by too many talented Celestial Masters in history, and carries countless words and thoughts. It is the Celestial Master's The untold secret of the Mansion, but within this taboo, there is only one sentence describing the first true dragon of Dayan:

The emperor wanted to become a god, and there were beasts who joined him. In the endless north of the underworld, there were things that ate the remains of the stars. They took the energy of the stars from their bodies and combined them with the emperor's body. From then on, the poison of evil magic was endless.

As for who the assisting beast is, what the thing that eats the body of the sky star looks like, and what the sky star is, nothing is written in the book. All readers get is an inexplicable origin of the art of transcendence. As long as someone reaches a certain limit, he cannot The temptation of breakthrough and transcendence appeared in his ears, whether it was a heroic man who could not be overthrown by the torrential rivers, or an outstanding person who seemed weak but was actually very resilient.

Objects will unknowingly move towards the trap of the art of transcendence.

Once you step into this trap, you will never be reincarnated.

As a living fossil, Xi naturally knew the secret of the art of transcendence and what it meant. However, she adhered to the rules of human nature and did not allow any news to spread out of her mouth. However, she did not expect that she would casually say so at that time. A hint that I don’t know whether it is true or not, but at this moment, fate appears in front of me, symbolizing hope and survival.

——The art of transcendence is not the power of the old beast or the true dragon. It is a by-product of the true dragon using the breath of the stars to climb to the throne that was called the giant beast in the past and is now classified as the throne of the immortal. No, it should be said The promotion of the true dragon is a by-product of the birth of the art of transcendence. The bloody taboo secret art has been the sigh left by Tianxing since its death.

Xi suddenly understood the mentality of those who were trapped in the bottleneck and could never get over it. They jumped into the abyss of the art of transcendence. It was hope, beauty, the enthusiasm that was on the verge of collapse after despair, and death. The only way to survive before the train arrives is to either live towards death and live out your true self, or fall headlong into the endless abyss. And now, she is also facing this choice!

Even Hao Zhao's life was put in her hands as a bargaining chip.

She has no choice.

It is painful to perform the art of transcendence. This pain does not matter whether it is a giant beast or a mortal. All species in the world are no different to Him, and they are all treated equally. Xi tore off all the fingers on his left hand, and blood spurted out, but under the influence of inexplicable power Under the precipitation, it gradually turned into a gloomy ink color, delicate and hot-blooded, but scary.

Until the blood in the entire left hand seemed to have been drained and could no longer flow out, a dense ink shadow flowed out in front of Xi's face, and her left hand had lost its blood forever - she knew that, conceptually, this body's The left arm has lost its blood and can no longer allow blood to flow.

As a result, the entire left arm turned into flesh. The flesh was pale after losing the blood, and the yellowish fat was looming in it. They twisted and deformed in the ink, and finally formed an unpredictable shape in Xi's eyes that cannot be described in thinking or words. The strange color is constantly changing and changing. Wherever Xi's thoughts go, the color will change.

The art of transcendence, the first step of the painter, making ink, is completed.

Chapter 259 Madman ([-])

The ink was ready, and the pen holder naturally had to be prepared. Xi gasped in pain and groaned:

The red tendons adhering to the bones, the fine blood vessels running through the muscles, and the bright red blood flowing in the blood vessels have all turned into ink. All flesh and blood have completely faded away, revealing the white stubble of the left arm. Of the five fingers, only a few broken bones that make up the palm remain.

At this moment, starting from the broken bones, from the joints to the bones, whether it is the periosteum temporarily retained on the surface of the bones or the white bones under the periosteum, they are broken into pieces one by one with a tooth-searing tearing sound. Bone stubbles, big and small, caused Xi's spirituality to tremble violently. The technique of transcendence shattered not only the real flesh and blood, but also all the spirituality in the corresponding position of the creature. The flesh and blood shattering can even prevent the transmission by cutting off the nerves, but the spiritual shattering cannot be avoided. Things of the past!

She let out a sharp scream and clenched her left arm in pain. The intense pain was about to tear her soul apart. The severe pain of losing her left arm brought an unparalleled emptiness - in her senses, a hungry and malicious thirst. Intensifying, Xi knew why those human demons who had completely fallen due to the failure to use the art of transcendence tore apart the different organs of a large number of creatures:

Having lost her left arm, she was about to go crazy with the pain of emptiness. She just wanted to find her left arm and regain her integrity. Now she couldn't hold back even looking at Hao Zhao's left arm, let alone those spiritually weak creatures who had lost their bodies. The desire is gone!

But Xi stopped her eagerness - she inserted her right hand into her right leg, digging out five bloody holes. The blood flowed down the twitching thigh flesh, and there were shocking blood stains.

The art of transcendence is still going on. In Xi's painful breathing, the bone stubbles broken into threads gather and stick together little by little. The time from the fragments to the whole is quite slow, as if the being who performs the art of transcendence is watching from above. The pain of the caster, appreciate every sigh of her struggling in the abyss.

However, no matter how slow it is, the spell of transcendence will eventually enter the next step - even if the next step is likely to be an even more painful abyss, the caster still has no choice.

The broken bone stubble was combined into a delicate and sharp needle. When Xi saw it for the first time, her eyes hurt, leaving her with overwhelmed tears. The shape and feel of this needle were similar to Terra's since ancient times. The rules are completely different. The blasphemous and incomprehensible extraterrestrial runes draw vicious and weird shapes. The first glance makes Xi You feel sick and confused.

With the absolute priority of uniqueness, the Sui Beast fragments are no different from ordinary people.

The second stage of the ceremony had ended. Xi took a deep breath, then grabbed the long black and smooth crow feather-like hair on her forehead with her right hand and pulled hard!

hiss--!

Even though she had been prepared, she couldn't help but gasp. The burning pain on her scalp made Xi's nerves burn, and violent perceptions collided repeatedly in her mind. However, she gritted her teeth and endured, paying attention to the palms of her hands under the influence of the ritual. The curled hair was twisting like a living creature. At the root of the hair, the scalp that was pulled off was still bloody. Just seeing this layer of scalp, Xi knew that at this moment

His head was probably bloody and hideous.

However, these are necessary sacrifices!

With a sudden thought, she put the bloody hair at the root into the end of a long needle formed from bone stubble. Bonded by the blood from the same source, the hair and the long needle were tightly combined, and the ever-changing pigments also followed the same path. The breath is seamlessly connected with the needle and thread formed by the hair. A bloody embroidery needle absorbs Xi's spirituality and descends into the world.

If he had followed the follow-up spell of the Transcendence Technique, Xi would have had to peel off all the skin on his body to use as drawing paper. When the ink was not enough, he would have continued to remove bones and sacrifice flesh and blood to produce paint, but Hao Zhao's solid back took the place of Xi's sacrifice. , The arrow was on the string and had to be fired. Xi tremblingly pulled out her right hand from the thigh where the blood had flowed to Qingdai's boots, forced her fingers to steady, and picked up the sharp needle and thread.

"Are you really ready?"

She was gasping for air, her words were slurred by pain, and her tongue was wide open to confirm Hao Zhao's determination:

"Actually, you can switch to a paintbrush now. If you really use embroidery, you can't stop until it's completed."

"please."