Meet the Gentleman

Chapter 640: Guarding the Painted City
The land of Painted City is magical, mysterious, and even weird and strange.

At first glance, the lake light and the autumn moon are in harmony, and the lake surface is calm and unpolished; but at second glance, it may be a solitary smoke rising in the desert, or a setting sun in the long river.

Enter the painted city.

If the first step is a white rain forest, the second step may be a vast desert, and the third step may be a turbulent sea.

One step at a time.

When you think there is no way out, suddenly there is another village with green willows and flowers, and no one knows what is ahead.

The Painted City is a city that cannot be described in a few words.

At first glance, there are not many buildings to be seen, but there are pictures like projections. Each picture is a small world, with heavy snow, heavy rain, or yellow sand all over the sky...

It may be the bright and beautiful spring or the cool and cool autumn breeze.

Each scroll is a scene, and the painting city is made up of countless scrolls.

This is why the Painting City is also called the Painting Realm.

And this moment.

The sky above the painted city suddenly cracked, leaving many holes.

However, in the blink of an eye, endless ghost fog surged out from the opening, shocking many writers in the painting city.

"The sky is falling?"

A writer looked up blankly, seemingly not realizing the seriousness of the situation, and then his voice became heavier, "Is this the sky collapsing?! Not good! The sky is collapsing, the sky is collapsing."

At this moment the writer shouted.

"Why is the sky collapsing? Isn't this the end of the world?"

The writer said worriedly.

It’s not like the sky has never collapsed before, for example, Holy Heaven. Now, some fragments of Holy Heaven still remain in the depths of the sky.

“Although there are many cracks in the sky, it won’t collapse.”

The book owner was relatively calm, but when he saw the rolling black mist pouring out of the crack, he wondered, "What is this black mist?"

"do not know."

A writer nearby answered, "This black fog seems to be filled with yin energy. It might be ghost fog."

"Ghost fog? That's strange. How could there be ghost fog in the depths of the sky? Isn't the underworld underground? If it is ghost fog, it should be pouring out from underground."

Many writers can’t figure it out.

However, the aura emitted by the rolling black fog did indeed sound like ghost fog.

Although the black fog was descending rapidly, it would take dozens of breaths of time for it to reach the Painted City. Therefore, when the black fog poured out from the cracks in the Painted City, the writers in the Painted City only vaguely felt the breath of the black fog, and were not sure that the black fog was the ghost fog.

As the black fog got deeper and deeper, the writer in the Painted City finally felt it clearly.

“This is indeed ghost fog!”

"Why is there ghost fog in the sky? Is the underworld in the sky? This shouldn't be possible."

"How can the underworld be in heaven? The underworld is clearly in the shade of the human world, underground..."

Countless writers in the Painting City looked up, shocked and confused, unable to understand why the ghost fog fell from the sky.

This is very weird!
In just a dozen breaths, figures, some strong and some weak, appeared in the paintings that seemed to be suspended in the air like projections.

It was the writer who came out of the painting after hearing the news.

Black fog rolled over the sky of the Painting City, almost covering the entire sky, making the world seem like night had fallen. Even the Painting Lords and Painting Kings of the Painting City did not dare to despise this horrifying scene, and they all rushed out of the painting one by one.

"What happened?"

You Huajun said with a serious expression.

This ghost fog that covered the sky and the earth was not simple and exuded an aura that horrified them.

They vaguely felt that the originally ordinary ghost fog actually exuded negative auras such as depression, pain, and regret.

This had a huge impact on them all.

"Hey, it seems like something is falling from the sky?" A painter suddenly pointed at the sky and saw black shadows falling from the depths of the sky.

"It's raining?"

One painter was surprised and asked, because it does look a bit like rain. But if it is raining, are the raindrops a little bigger?

"How could this be raining?"

Those who have read the book immediately rolled their eyes. They must be blind.

"It's not raining!"

Many painters' hearts suddenly trembled and they said in horror.

At this moment, the painting masters and painting kings in the painting city all stared with their eyes wide open. What did they see? They saw ghosts falling from the depths of the sky!

“It’s a ghost!”

A painter looked extremely solemn and asked, "How could a ghost fall from the sky?"

"Is this a ghost?"

The painters near Hua Jun all widened their eyes when they heard this.

If the ghosts that fell from the depths of the sky were indeed ghosts, were there too many of them? This might not be a question of too many, but rather a question of too many to be scary.

There were so many ghosts that they fell like rain.

Otherwise, no painter would say it was raining...

"This this?"

At this moment, even painters below the level of Painting Master could see it vaguely.

It sure looks like a ghost!

but.

How could so many ghosts fall from the depths of the sky?

Is there a hell in heaven that they don’t know about?

"Everyone, prepare to fight to protect our Painted City!"

A painting king flew up and stared at the dark sky with cold eyes. At this moment, he waved his hand and ink flew out of his hand.

call--

The ink forms a web.

But in the blink of an eye, an extremely huge ink net appeared above the head of the painting king.

The ink net exudes a strong literary aura, blocking the rolling ghost fog.

zizi——

The ghost fog fell into the ink net, just like grease falling into flames, and immediately burned. However, the ghost fog surging down from the depths of the sky was so much that it was unimaginable, like an endless sea.

A layer of ghost fog was burned clean, and another layer of ghost fog fell.

However, within a few breaths, even the powerful ink net could no longer hold on.

This was within the expectations of the painting king, and at this moment he kept moving his brush, drawing huge ink nets.

The ink network is stacked up layer by layer.

However, it still could not defeat the endless ghost fog.

When the famous painting king flew up, many calligraphers in the painting city also started painting.

"Protect my painting city and don't let ghosts enter my painting world!"

The man with the book shouted.

All of a sudden.

There are thousands of flying lights and countless rays of light in the painted city.

Magical paintings flew up to the sky, turning into mountains, the sea, flying knives, flames, or thunder...

There are countless paintings and countless moves.

Some of them instantly burned up the mountain of ghost fog, while others had no effect at all.

"Brother Chen, we are fighting against ghost fog and ghosts. Not only did you make the painting look spooky, you also drew some mindless ghosts. Isn't that right?"

A writer said with a smile on his face.

"But I only know how to draw ghosts." The painter said helplessly, "I can't just stand by and watch without doing anything, right?"

"These ghosts you drew can't distinguish between friend and foe. It's better to just stand by and watch."

A painter advised.

"Yes, Brother Chen, please don't make things more complicated. There are already enough ghost fog and ghosts in the sky."

"Brother Chen, please stand aside and watch."

"Brother Chen, stop!"

"Brother Chen, be careful that your paintings may resonate with ghosts."

After being persuaded by many painters, the painter known as Brother Chen had no choice but to stop painting.

It was indeed inappropriate for him to draw ghosts at this time.

At this moment, he looked up and saw countless scrolls flying into the sky to block the descending ghost fog and the falling ghosts.

Countless ghost mists were purified, and countless ghosts were killed.

The painter of the painted city blocked the arrival of ghost fog and the fall of ghosts.

This made many painters very excited.

"Painted City will win!"

"Painted City will win!"

One of the painters shouted excitedly.

"Protect my painting city and don't let a single ghost enter my painting world!"

A painter shouted loudly, and used both hands to quickly paint an amazing picture, which instantly eliminated the ghost fog.

"Protect my painting city and don't let a single ghost enter my painting world."

Many painters followed suit and started drinking.

and.

At this moment, the painter's painting scroll forcibly resisted the arrival of the ghost fog, and really did not allow a single ghost to fall into the painting.

But just when the painters thought they were about to win.

boom!
I saw a huge black shadow, like a flying rock from the sky, which instantly pierced through countless scrolls and fell rapidly into the painted city.

The speed was so fast that even Huajun couldn't react.

and.

That huge black shadow exuded a terrifying aura.

This is a ghost at the level of Ghost King!
Many painters were shocked. They never thought that there were ghosts as powerful as the Ghost King in the sky!
Luckily there was only one.

"kill!"

Before the painters could react, several figures rushed towards the ghost king-level ghost.

After a fierce battle, the ghost king level ghost was finally killed by several painting kings. However, when everyone just breathed a sigh of relief, a series of black shadows penetrated the painting scroll and fell into the painting city, or fell into the painting city.

This scene shocked all the painters.

All those who can see through the scroll are basically ghosts at the level of Ghost Uncle or Ghost King, and there are also many at the level of Ghost Apprentice.

Moreover, ghosts kept falling from the pierced scroll...

"There are too many ghost uncles and ghost kings, aren't there?"

A picture was drawn and said in shock.

At a glance, he found that there were at least dozens of people who had reached the level of Ghost Master.

If there are only dozens of them, Huacheng can still resist, or even kill them, but it will cost a certain price.

"kill!"

"I can't let ghosts destroy my painted city!"

Many painters shouted loudly and suddenly attacked the ghosts at the level of Ghost Uncle and Ghost King.

When they were chasing ghosts, they discovered something surprising: it seemed that ghosts could only run away and not resist.

Moreover, their minds are somewhat unclear.

Although it is a ghost at the level of Ghost Lord, the power it actually exerts is only at the level of Ghost Appearance.

When not resisting, he is not even at the level of a ghost.

If luck is good, even a fifth-rank painter can kill Ghost Master...

Therefore, although many ghosts at the level of Ghost Uncle and Ghost King have fallen from the sky, once they fall into the Painting City, they will only be hunted down by the Painting Lord and Painting King.

but.

There were also many painters who were devoured by some ghosts.

but.

as time goes by.

The ghost fog that surged out from the depths of the sky became more and more numerous, and the falling ghosts became more and more powerful, and the Painted City gradually began to be unable to hold on. They had to resist the ghost fog while hunting down the ghosts in the Painted City, and it seemed that they were a little overwhelmed.

Also, it seems that some ghosts have regained their sanity and become cruel and crazy.

They seem to be gradually regaining their strength.

Originally, a one-on-one fight with someone at the same level was very easy and did not require any cost to kill.

But now, it doesn’t work anymore.

Some ghosts went crazy for unknown reasons and actually resisted and attacked frantically.

They are crazy.

"Not good, these ghosts seem to have recovered. Everyone, hurry up and kill them, or they will recover their strength."

A painting king quickly reminded.

The brush in his hand kept moving, leaving behind afterimages, and a painting was created in the blink of an eye.

call--

A sea of ​​fire appeared, madly burning the descending ghost fog and the falling ghosts.

But at the moment.

Many painting kings and masters discovered that the cracks deep in the sky were becoming more and more numerous and larger.

Is the sky going to collapse?
Ghost fog continued to pour out, and ghosts fell like rain.

In addition, the negative auras such as depression, pain, and regret that the King of Painting and the Master of Painting worry the most seem to be even stronger.

Many painters were affected at this moment.

They gradually became depressed, painful and regretful, and they didn't know when they stopped painting.

The souls of many painters seem to be trapped in a horrible hell.

They were trembling all over, extremely frightened...

"Oh, no, I was wrong, I know I was wrong."

One of the painters cried out in pain, his eyes filled with regret, and he seemed to be in deep self-blame and pain.

"wake up!"

A painting king shouted loudly, his voice was like thunder, and it woke up many of the affected painters.

However, there are still many painters who have not been awakened.

"Resist with thunder sound!"

There is painting kingly way.

Rumbling--

In an instant, thunder rumbled in the sky and countless ferocious silver pythons broke through the air.

The ghost fog in the sky was purified, and countless ghosts were destroyed, but in the depths of the sky there seemed to be a sea of ​​ghost fog descending.

How much can the heavenly thunder destroy?

At this moment, the Painting King and the Painting Lord of Painting City were extremely anxious. The collapse of the sky was too sudden and terrifying.

They had no time to prepare.

Moreover, the scale was far beyond their imagination. It was not that they were incapable, but that the scale was beyond their capabilities.

"Mr. Lin, quickly spread the letter to the world."

A white-haired painting king glanced at the sky and said to a young painting lord: "This collapse of the sky is no longer something that our painting city can withstand. Only by gathering the power of the world can we resist it."

"clear."

The young painter nodded and immediately spread the letter throughout the world.

After a while.

The Painted City finally couldn't withstand the rolling ghost fog, and the ghost fog descended upon the Painted City.

However, the painted city is composed of countless scrolls, each of which is not simple and bursts out with astonishing power in an instant.

boom!
The power that burst out from the painting realm instantly pushed the ghost fog back to a thousand feet above. Moreover, when the painting realm burst out an extremely huge light wave, it also swept away all the ghosts in the painting realm...

This finally gave Huacheng some time to catch his breath.

but.

The power unleashed by this painting realm is the result of the accumulation of the Painting City over countless years. It will be lost every time it is used.

At this moment, the huge light wave bursting out from the painting scene looked like a huge ball of light covering the painting city from afar, blocking the rolling ghost fog and ghosts outside the ball of light.

However, under the impact of the rolling ghost fog, the light of the light ball began to weaken.

Can't hold out for too long.

If the Painted City has not found a solution when the light ball disappears, it will eventually be swallowed by the ghost fog...

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