One move.

The breath of life and death wanders on the tip of the pen. As it moves, black and gray, red and white alternate between the brush strokes.

The strange painter is very serious and paints with his life.

From Jade Girl, she has learned that the Blood-clothed Sword God is not an ordinary person.

Jade Girl also knows a thing or two about what she did for the Blood-clothed Sword God.

Jade Girl asked her to do a good job, and said that the Blood-clothed Sword God should be refining a magic weapon related to the underworld.

But in the conversation between the strange painter, Qi Qi, and those powerful men from the underworld, the ambition of the bloody-robed sword god could clearly be felt.

It's not just about refining magic weapons.

But we really want to build a mythical and legendary underworld.

When she first heard this, Jade Girl burst into laughter.

"The real land cannot even reach the realm of great principles. It is just a legend."

After all, a Yang Shen Tianzun in the realm of great principles, generally speaking, only controls one great principle.

And if you want to build the underworld, you may need more than one principle.

Life, death, yin, yang, reincarnation...etc., there are too many great principles required.

I am afraid that even if all the Supreme Beings from the Nine Heavens are gathered together, they will not be able to build the underworld.

The strange painter didn't know that much, but he also understood that Qi Yuan was not just talking.

The Shanhe Sheji Brush she held in her hand was trembling at this moment.

Suddenly, from the painting in front of me, there seemed to be a sweet voice of a girl coming from the gloomy scene.

"The gate of hell is closed, and nine out of ten people will not return."

"The gate of hell is closed, yin and yang are at odds, life and death are in chaos, grandma will not be disappointed when she comes."

The strange painter's face changed slightly, and she saw that there were many shadows appearing dimly and vaguely in the closed ghost door she painted.

They recited nursery rhymes, their voices innocent, yet eerie.

A sense of excitement and fear slowly crept up his spine. The strange painter didn't know why, but he always felt that the phantoms suddenly appeared in the painting, and the eyes of the girls were staring at her.

It was obvious that some of them were walking, some were looking at the sky, and some were sleeping, but everyone's eyes were looking at her.

At this time, a voice sounded like thunder, sacred and majestic.

"The gate of hell is over, done!"

The one who spoke was naturally Qi Yuan.

He was standing in the Gate of Wanshu, overlooking the world.

With his voice, the ghost gate painted by the strange painter turned into reality at this moment.

Those special creatures like little dolls finally turned their eyes away at this moment, secretly looking at the majestic and boundless creatures above the sky.

The strange painter's face hardened. She looked at the lifelike Gate of Hell. No, that was the Gate of Hell. She was extremely shocked in her heart.

I simply don’t understand why I can really show it to the world.

With a promising look on her face, she continued to paint.

The brush of Shanhaisheji moves in her hands, and pictures are born one after another.

Countless gloomy auras and invisible things were heading towards the underworld crazily at this moment.

Qi Yuan, who was sitting in the underworld, squinted his eyes but saw nothing.

"Is there a visitor at my house?"

The guests in front of us are unknown.

The rest of Yang Shen Tianzun squinted their eyes, and Qi Qi seemed to notice something, but could not see anything at all.

"Eaaah...ah...malaria!"

"Hafnium... layer... acridine..."

Qi Yuan listened carefully, and his ears that could hear the sounds of the world finally heard some chaotic sounds.

These sounds are either high-pitched or like ghosts crying or wolf howling.

He also heard a crackling sound, like maple branches burning and sparks flying.

He also heard some whimpering mixed with the sound of burning paper money.

Qi Yuan was surprised: "Dirty things came to my house?"

Qi Qi stood beside Qi Yuan, her eyes like magic knives looking towards the underworld.

"Why is Fang Xiaoxiao causing trouble here!"

The majesty and mystery of the earthly emperor who followed Chengtian's example swept over him at this moment.

The underworld in the scroll of mountains and seas is turbulent and cleansing at this moment.

Even those dirty things seemed to realize the power of Hou Tu at this moment and what he represented.

"...ka...please..."

These dirty things stopped talking nonsense and just turned into a voice, seeming to want to communicate with Qi Yuan and Qi Qi.

However, maybe it was due to time or space, so I couldn't hear it at all.

Qi Yuan looked calm and said with helplessness in his voice: "It seems that I have to be a Chinese teacher for a while."

With his voice, his clothes changed, and gold-rimmed glasses hung on the bridge of his nose.

Behind him, a blackboard appeared, and a piece of chalk appeared in his hand.

"Little dirty things, come and say to me, a, o, e..."

The story of Shanhaisheji continues, and there are more and more dirty things. Qi Yuanze plays the role of a qualified Chinese teacher.

But halfway through the lesson, he felt a little guilty.

He does not have a teaching qualification certificate, is this illegal teaching?

But when I think about it, he has a mental illness card, so it's not a big problem.

Continuous mountains continue to appear, the rivers of the underworld are also flowing, the eighteen levels of hell, and the Emperor's Palace are also being uprooted one by one.

The strange painter's body is trembling and shivering. She has been writing for forty-four days, and the underworld is almost complete.

At this time, Qi Yuan put down the chalk and raised his gold-rimmed glasses with his hand.

When he spoke, his voice was like a command, majestic and sacred, and must not be listened to.

"Little dirty things, have you learned the lesson? Now can you tell me why you came to my house as a guest?"

It's a pity that Qi Yuan can't see them, otherwise he would have to charge them for accommodation.

Following Qi Yuan's voice, the underworld became silent for a while, and Qi Yuan no longer heard those inexplicable sounds like ghosts crying and wolves howling.

But in the underworld, there seemed to be a white figure, twisted and illusory, not like substance.

But it can be seen that the white figure seems to be bowing to Qi Yuan.

The murmuring sound also came to mind at this moment.

"No...soul, borrow...and return..."

Saying these words seems to have permanently strengthened the white figure's body.

All those dirty things became illusory at this moment, pouring into the white figure.

Finally, it condensed into a stone tablet.

I saw the word "death" engraved on the stone tablet.

There are various strange auras on the stone tablet, mysterious and unknown, as if it contains the truth of death.

[The Monument of the Dead seems to come from another world.]

Qi Yuan's eyes were finally able to see useful information.

"So... the Gate of Wanshu is the door that escapes from my home, and the Monument of the Dead is also the monument that escapes from my home?

Where is my well? Who took it away?"

Qi Yuan scanned for a week, but saw nothing. He was a little disappointed.

But at this moment, the overall structure of the underworld was also outlined by the strange painter.

What is missing are details and sacredness.

The sanctity and legal principles need to be given by Qi Yuan.

Qi Yuan looked at the strange painter, the trembling strange painter, but his eyes were full of energy at this time.

Obviously, she was very satisfied with this painting.
To be continued...