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Chapter 7 Drawing Demons

"You guys wait for me here, I'll go in and take a look." Ye Que's expression was a little serious, "I won't call you, no matter what happens or what strange scenes you see, no one should go over, otherwise you will be responsible for the consequences."

"Sir, have you discovered something? My sister won't be in trouble, right?" Qian Shuxiao asked hurriedly. The person in the room was his own sister. Since Ye Que's expression was so serious, there must be something wrong. In fact, he also thought that something was wrong with his sister during this period, but he couldn't find the reason. Now it seems that he probably caused some dirty things.

"I don't know, I'll know after reading it."

"Then it all depends on sir. I'm here to wait. If you have any instructions, just shout loudly and I'll go there immediately."

With his hands behind his back, Ye Que was not very nervous. With his vision, in Luoyang, and even in this entire world, there was probably nothing that could really make him afraid of nervousness within a hundred years. He knew it in his heart and naturally he was fearless.

Ye Que just felt that the demonic aura in Luoyang seemed to be much stronger overnight. He could encounter monsters wherever he went. The density was too high, or was his luck too good?

When he walked into Qian Calligraphy and Painting, he saw a woman in her twenties standing upright in front of the table, holding a beautiful brush in her hand, waving her freely on the rice paper in front of her. The woman was unusually a lady from the family, with long black hair. Qian Calligraphy and Painting's hair was very short, so she was shoulder-length, her eyes were black and translucent, her cheeks were white and red. Just looking at her figure was definitely a top figure.

But Qian Shuhua's expression was a little too focused at this moment, and it can even be said to be in a state of extreme fascination.

He sniffed his nose and looked at the landscape at the door carefully. He found that there was an incense burner under the painting, with three precious incense sticks inserted into the incense burner. Ye Que snorted coldly, "Now these little monsters are really bold and unreliable. They have not even understood the practice, so they dare to come out to harm people."

"Qingqiu 30,000 miles away, and one sword cuts the sky gate and appears."

Now Ye Que has stored a trace of Tianyuan in his body. The martial arts in the Immortal Realm may not be used normally, but the cultivation world can barely use them, especially the Qingqiu Sword Sect magic. After all, it is the place where he was born, and he uses the most and the most frequently. Such an initial seal-breaking magic technique basically comes with just opening his mouth and not having to lift his fingers.

Accompanied by Ye Que's magic trick, a magic seal talisman appeared out of thin air and hit the landscape painting directly.

It was like throwing boiling water into a boiling oil pan. The landscape painting seemed to come alive in an instant, and large fog began to spread out from the painting. The fog churned back and forth in the air, and turned around and condensed into a three-eyed monster with a ferocious face. At the same time, the three-eyed monsters were still constantly sucking clouds and mist in the mouth, as if they were about to cover the entire room with fog.

"A bold and ignorant child, disturbing grandpa's cultivation, don't you want to survive?" A buzzing voice came from the fog, like an old man who had lived for hundreds of years and was about to die.

"Clean cultivation?" Ye Que said disdainfully, "What kind of cultivating requires a turbulent mind? It's ridiculous!"

Ye Que pointed to Qian calligraphy and painting, who was still trying hard to paint, "Are you a little painter, still hoping to receive incense and worship someone?"

Such a big noise happened within a few meters of Qian Shuhua. Her man was obviously awake, but he seemed to be unable to see it, unmoved, and was only focused on swimming in the painting.

"I am a wise man in the mountains and an immortal in the painting. I am worshipped and respected by others. What's wrong with it?" The painting demon said proudly.

"The evil ghost dares to call himself an immortal." Ye Que scolded.

"Damn the immortal, damn it."

The three-eyed monster transformed into fog suddenly opened its three bloody eyes, and a thick fog sprayed on Ye Que. The fog that had just spread in the air in the room also swelled sharply. From a distance, the whole room began to become erratic, as if it was in the water or in the fog. Inside and outside the room seemed to have become two worlds.

"The little maze array dares to show off here." Ye Que, who was in it, ignored the fog at all. This level of illusion and mist can't control his mind.

"The window contains the snow of the West Ridge for thousands of years, and the door is moored by the ships of Dongwu for thousands of miles, and the sword energy reaches the blue sky."

It is still a sword finger, and it is still the primary sword technique of Qingqiu Sword Sect. In a blink of an eye, a sword energy pierced through the thick fog and pointed directly at the landscape painting behind the fog. Everything you see in front of you is a blind eye, real, and mostly hidden outside the picture.

That landscape painting is the life gate of this painting demon. If you just deal with the three-eyed monster transformed by the fog, you will never be able to win, and it will be clearly an illusion.

In an instant, all the fog in the house began to gather in front of the scroll, and it condensed into a Qi shield in a very short time, but it still could not stop Ye Que's sword energy.

One force breaks all things.

This painting demon is still a bit too tender compared to Ye Que.

"Suppose you are lucky!"

The winner has been decided, and this demon has changed his arrogance just now and is pleading.

"See the immortal master to let go of the little demon."

"I'm going to be in trouble, but I still want to survive?" Ye Que raised his right finger and his left finger behind him.

"The little demon swears to the sky that he has never done anything that harms the sky. At most, he asks for some incense and dares not harm human life." The demon begged for mercy pitifully, and even the fog transformed became much weaker.

"Isn't it really harming anyone?" Ye Que asked.

"Absolutely, I'm asking the adults to let the little demon have a way out. I will thank you very much in the future." The demon said that it was a striking statement.

"Okay, you show your true form and wait for me to check it out. As long as it does not hurt people's lives, I promise you that it will not ruin the landscape painting." Ye Que said in a gentle tone.

"Thank you sir."

As soon as he finished speaking, the three-eyed monster and the Qi shield disappeared into the fog. An old man with white beard appeared in front of Ye Que on his knees, protruding himself into the ground. But at an angle that was invisible to his eyes, a trace of cunning flashed in the old man's eyes.

"Sir, please."

Before the old man was finished speaking, he saw an illusory green spirit sword suddenly passing through his chest. The sword energy that had stopped just now also circled and turned into a tiny rain of swords. In the blink of an eye, the old man's body and spirit were scattered, leaving no trace of residue.

"Everyone said that if you little monsters like you have not even understood the practice of practicing, don't come out to harm others."

"If you beg for mercy, you can survive. The demon-subduing master may not have drunk the northwest wind and said that he has not harmed anyone? He is lying to the fool, and he can smell the anger with his nose." After muttering a few words, Ye Que reached out and took off the landscape painting hanging on the wall.

After this painting monster was killed by himself, his spiritual power returned to the scroll. Monsters like this who practiced illusion are generally not too high in attack power, but their natal magic weapon must be rich in spiritual power. Now Ye Que just needs it, so he treats it as a reward.

Walking out of the room, waving his hand at Qian Shu, the guy immediately ran over happily.

"Sir, is it over?" Qian Shuxiao and the servants around him could see clearly. The three-eyed monster and the bloody mouth were so fierce that it was so fierce.

"I have already conquered the little monster that has not become a climate. This scroll is its natal magic weapon?" Ye Que raised the landscape painting rolled up in his hand, and seemed to want to return it to Qian Shuxiao, "Do you still want it? It should be worth a lot of money depending on your appearance."

Everyone, including Qian Shuxiao, was like being stung by a bee, and they all took several steps back. Qian Shuxiao waved his hands repeatedly, "Sir, you might as well put this thing away quickly. I dare not ask for it, it will be dead."

"Don't scare me, I'm timid."

"Then I'll put it away." Ye Que took the landscape painting behind him, then looked up at the position of the moon, "It's getting late, everyone should go back and rest."

He pointed at Qian Shu and smiled, "Your sister should be asleep now. Go and find someone to send her back to her room to rest. She has just been illusioned these days. The monster will get better soon after being conquered, and it won't be a problem."

After handing over the aftermath incident to Qian Shuxiao, Ye Que went back to his room directly.

The decoration of the room is quite luxurious. It seems that it is indeed used by Qian's family to entertain VIPs. Ignoring these, Ye Que closed the door and took out the landscape painting just now, put it neatly in the middle of the room, and then began to walk back and forth in the room, squeezing a magic trick every step.

Thirty-seven steps, thirty-seven magic tricks.

When the last magic is completed, a tower-shaped magic array will be formed, and the center of the magic array is the landscape painting scroll. At this moment, the scroll emits a milky white soft light, and lines of spiritual power threads quickly seep out of the scroll.

This magic array was obtained by Ye Que accidentally when he broke through a Demon Sect. It was called the Spirit-Stealing Magic Array, which can extract the spiritual power gathered in the unowned magic weapon and use it for his own use.

Sitting cross-legged on the bed, Ye Que quickly entered a state of entering into meditation, and all the spiritual power seeped out of the entire spiritual stealing array began to hover and fly around him.

The night is so sultry and the sky is full of stars, it is destined to be an uneasy night.

After practicing overnight, the sun rises as usual.

The landscape painting scroll that was covered with spiritual energy last night. After a night of stealing spirit, the scroll was sallow and the rice paper was old. The landscape paintings were even more blurred. It seemed that the spiritual power had been exhausted.

It was just dawn, and a scream came from Yong'an Street, west of Changsheng Bridge, and at the entrance of the Peony Tower.

Soon, hundreds of Dali Temple officers and soldiers surrounded the Peony Tower and were invisible.

"Mr. He, from the lobby to the third floor, there were a total of twenty-nine corpses, one boss, three friends, and twenty-five guests, none of whom survived."

The man called Lord He is the new Shaoqing Hefei of Dali Temple. Unexpectedly, he encountered such a major case the day after taking office. He ignored his subordinates' reports, and Hefei walked into the Peony Building alone, walked from the lobby to the third floor, and checked every body.

"Everyone died of bitten by poisonous snakes?" He Fei asked.

"Sir, the coroner said that."

"Why didn't anyone escape here?" Hefei looked at the structure of the entire Peony Tower and frowned.

"Maybe it's because there are too many snakes. The coroner said that the snakes here last night were definitely a terrifying number."

"How many can there be?" He Fei asked in a deep voice.
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