Book 5: Chapter 18: Splashing Ink Immortal Painting
Bai Qiuran was in the air, wrapped in layers by the scroll, and the scroll was tightly attached to his body, bursting out of a human figure, trying to swallow him into the painting.
The Black Snake King fell from mid-air and saw the White Bear King pinching the magic seals and walking out of his army. His face was covered in cold sweat, and there were a lot of elite monsters behind him forming a formation to provide assistance to him with their True Qi.
He looked to the left and right and found that all other Demon Kings were beaten by Bai Qiuran. At present, there were four demon kings left intact on his side, and only the White Bear King and White Fox King were left on the opposite side.
It’s an opportunity!
The Black Snake King raised his hand without hesitation, the demon energy in his body boiled, turning into a poisonous cloud in the sky and condensed in his palm.
“Don’t think about it!”
Five or six beams of lights shot out from the broken mountain below, dispelling the poisonous cloud condensed by the Black Snake King, and the dust-covered White Fox King rushed out from under the mountain, stretching out a folding fan to stop the Black Snake King.
At this time, the White Bear King’s True Qi poured out again, and the bundle of giant paintings in the sky had a tendency to inhale Bai Qiuran.
Suddenly, the giant painting swelling loudly, and countless blazing white sword beams shot out from the gap in the scroll, turning into a sky full of sword light, piercing the body of the White Bear King and leaving many blood holes.
The White Bear King’s mouth and nose were also bleeding, but he still insisted on controlling the painting. With the support of the hundreds of elite monsters behind him, the painting scroll suddenly closed, and he successfully put Bai Qiuran into the painting.
“Not good!”
The Black Snake King was startled, turned his head, and shouted at his allies:
“Quickly, stop that bear!”
Upon hearing this, the White Crocodile King, Eagle King, and Flower King rushed to the seriously injured White Bear King and attacked him, but it was too late. The White Bear King had already manipulated the giant painting to stop them in front of him. All the attacks were absorbed.
This huge painting was so powerful that it not only sucked Bai Qiuran in but under the control of the White Bear King, it suddenly rolled towards the four Demon Kings. The four were unable to resist and quickly be captured by this giant painting.
The White Bear King stretched out his hand, the giant painting shrank and closed, and turned into a plain old painting, which fell into his hands, and then he turned his head and shouted at the White Fox King:
“Go!”
The White Fox King opened the folding fan, the light radiated, and the Flying Tiger King, the Ape King, the Dragon King, and Prime Minister Yun Kun who were seriously injured and dying on the nearby battlefield were grabbed together. He was about to follow the White Bear King to leave, but from behind came a voice with murderous intent.
“Want to go?”
The music sound was like thunder, with the meaning of killing, like a galloping army, hitting the White Fox King’s metal defense hard. At the same time, sword beams were falling like rain, coming from across the sky. It’s the song “Wind, Rain and Thunder” played by Su Xiangxue.
The White Fox King gave a wry smile, and the nine tails behind him stretched like a peacock, opening and closing the fan in his hands, doing everything with all his strength, emitting a divine light.
The sword beam and the divine light collided, and the surrounding sceneries were immediately devastated.
The White Fox King withdrew from the aftermath range, wiped a handful of blood from the corner of his mouth, then turned into a white light, and flew towards the distance without looking back.
And behind him, there was also a white figure, following him closely, and perseveringly followed.
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“Ouch.”
After being swallowed by the giant painting, Bai Qiuran found that he had come to another small world, with green mountains and flowing water. The sky was empty, and there was a small village in the mountains, which looked very pleasant.
He gazed at the surrounding scenery aloud, then took Wise Immortal from his waist and asked:
“Wise Immortal, do you know what kind of tool is this?”
“Ok?”
Wise Immortal seemed to be waking up from sleep. Although he has lost his body and soul, thus no longer be able to do things like sleep, but when he’s extremely bored, he would use this “giving up thinking” way to relax. It let him enter a state similar to sleep and pass the time.
After hearing Bai Qiuran’s call, he woke up, the green soul fire in his eye sockets relit, and quickly analyzed the origin of the painting.
“This magic weapon is called Splashing Ink Immortal Painting.”
Wise Immortal replied:
“It’s a relic of the immortals from the enlightened period… Strange, what is the enlightened period? Is it an era older than the Eastern Qing Dynasty? How can the relics of the immortals end up in the demon world and fall into the hands of the demon race?”
“One question solved, and three more questions added.”
Bai Qiuran closed his eyes and felt it, and then said:
“Very well, the North Demon and the Imperial Army retreated. The Black Snake King and the four of them were also captured. Xiangxue is pursuing… everything is proceeding according to plan.”
“Can you get the remaining two maps by this method?”
Wise Immortal couldn’t help asking.
“At least one can be caught.”
Bai Qiuran took out the dilapidated map fragment from the storage bag, and he had already marked it on it.
“Anyway, this is the relic left by the First Emperor of the Demon Race. The Demon Kings of the North Demon may be able to ignore it, but Prime Minister Yun Kun must find a way to take it back from me. Moreover, this painting is not just as simple as sealing people into different spaces, right?”
“Yes.”
Wise Immortal replied:
“In this painting, various immortal phantoms will constantly be produced to attack the people who enter it. Every immortal phantom has the strength of an Earth Immortal.”
“The level of those phantoms is that high?”
Bai Qiuran blinked.
“The owner of this painting is not a normal immortal, right?”
“Yes, the information sent back to me by Great Wisdom said that the original owner of this painting was a Venerable Immortal.”
Wise Immortal’s voice was a little confused.
“Venerable Immortal is… the level above the earth immortal, which is only available in the Immortal Realm?”
“Maybe.”
Bai Qiuran took steps.
“Look, I only need to lure the ink-splashing immortal to attack me, and then I pretend to be defeated and be besieged and severely injured and unconscious. Isn’t this a great script?”
“It’s great, but how do you know the degree?”
Wise Immortal replied:
“You are the biggest threat of the demon race, they will not believe it if you act too fake.”
“It’s easy.”
After thinking about it, Bai Qiuran replied:
“I’ll use one-twentieth or one-thirtieth of the strength, regardless of the self-recovery infuriating energy. I will pretend to be dead when I use it up. Before that, I’ll fight as much as I can.”
“That’s okay, you can try it.”
Wise Immortal looked forward.
“It’s coming.”
Bai Qiuran raised his head. On the gentle hillside in front of him, an ink-like trace suddenly appeared on the gentle hillside in front of him.
This piece of ink was unpredictable in mid-air and finally turned into an old immortal with a big belly, stumbling and naive, with all his facial features squeezed into a ball, with a sloppy beard.
It lifted its foot and walked towards Bai Qiuran, a faint ink color rising at its feet, forming a cloud and mist accompanying it.
Immediately afterward, it let out a laugh, stretched out its fists as if it’s drunk, and struck Bai Qiuran crookedly.