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Magic Brush Douluo is trapped inside the off-white Chaos Qi.
His sperm Divine Power also couldn't be detected, and his perception was compressed to the limit. He couldn't even distinguish between east, west, and north.
The tip of his pen drew one ink line after another in the void.
And those ink lines turned into Ghost Crow, into chains, and into twisted Ghost Face.
But they could only hover in vain within a range of less than ten meters around him, and no trace of the enemy could be found at all.
For the first time he felt a chill -
Not from the opponent, but from this dead, gray, seemingly boundless nothingness.
"Kid--"
"What's the point of just hiding?"
No response.
Only the gray-white mist, like a silent ridicule, slowly pressed towards him.
Magic Brush Douluo gritted his teeth and closed his cloudy old eyes.
Many years ago, when his hand tendon was severed, when his paintbrush slipped from his weak hand.
When his blood dripped on those unfinished paintings, he also fell into such despair.
He bit the pen with his mouth.
He used Teeth to regain control of his destiny. Now, it is just a fog.
His head and neck slowly lifted, and the tip of his pen pointed at the void directly in front of him.
Put pen to paper!
His first stroke was to draw a circle.
The circle is not big, only the size of a palm, perfectly round and full of ink.
Once the circle was complete, he bit down on the penholder and pressed the tip of the pen a little harder in the center of the circle -
"Buzz--"
The circle suddenly lit up, a pale, bone-like white.
The white light spread outwards, and wherever it passed, Chaos Qi seemed to be cut open by an invisible knife, retreating to both sides.
It's not dissipating or swallowing, but it's not daring to get close.
It seems like there is something in the circle?
Long Zhanye's pupils shrank slightly.
His Double Pupil captured the circle of white light, and also captured the shape that gradually condensed in the white light. That was an eyeball.
A huge, pale eyeball with no pupils.
It rotates slowly in the center of the circle. The eyeball has no eyelids and no bloodshot eyes.
There is only a hollow, dead gaze, as if from the depths of hell.
Wherever the eyeballs looked, Chaos Qi seemed to be burned and disappeared one after another.
Magic Brush Douluo opened his eyes and saw Long Zhanye.
"I have spent my whole life painting ghosts, wronged souls, and hell... Do you think I can only paint those?"
"The first circle I drew when I was young was not a ghost or a person, it was an eye!"
"Eye of God, Eye of Heaven! I can see everything with my eyes."
The pale eyeballs turned sharply and stared straight at Long Zhanye's Sky-Propping Eye.
The two "eyes" looked at each other through Chaos Qi, and an invisible force collided and tore between them, causing a buzz in the air.
Long Zhanye's eyebrows felt stinging, and he felt that the pale eyeball was trying to "see through" his Chaos Qi.
He didn't expect that this Magic Brush Douluo could actually draw a Heavenly Eye!
He couldn't let this situation continue.
Two Puppet moved at the same time.
The Puppet on the left condensed a gray-white Chaos giant palm in his hand, and slapped it towards the pale eyeball.
Puppet on the right side flashed, bypassing his eyeballs, and pounced on Magic Brush Douluo's body from the side.
Magic Brush Douluo did not turn around.
The tip of his pen clicked three times in the void, and the three ink lines turned into three dark chains.
They wrapped around the two Puppet and the pale eyeball respectively.
The chain wrapped around the eyeball was shattered by the white light the moment it approached, but the fragments turned into dozens of tiny Ghost Fly, buzzing towards Puppet's face.
Puppet on the left chopped Ghost Fly into pieces with one palm, but his vision was blurred by the swarming black fragments.
Puppet on the right has a chain wrapped around his ankle, and the barbs on the chain are deeply embedded in Puppet's calf.
The dark green venom spread along the chain, and Puppet's calf began to fester and fall off.
Jueyan Douluo didn't stop writing.
His pen was swaying rapidly in the void, and the ink lines were intertwined and superimposed, gradually outlining a painting...
A dark, rugged mountain that looks like it rises from hell.
The mountain took shape in the void, and with a huge force, it crashed down towards Long Zhanye's body.
That was the landscape he painted in the Imperial Painting Academy in his early years. Now, the landscape has become a murderous weapon.
The body of Long Zhanye is not hiding.
The Second Soul Ring under his feet lit up, and at the same time, his right arm was suddenly raised, the golden light shined, and Flawless Golden Body was pushed to the extreme.
He didn't punch, but spread his fingers.
The five fingers turned into claws, and they clawed out the Ink Mountain that was pressing down on top of it.
Chaos Dragon Claw.
It was Second Soul Skill that he hadn't used in a long time.
Six gray-white dragon claws flew out from his fingertips, growing in the wind, and instantly turned into five giant claws that could cover half of the mountain.
The giant claw clasped the mountain of Ink Mountain, and closed it with force--
"Click--!"
Ink Mountain shattered in response to the sound and turned into ink all over the sky, scattering and splashing like a heavy rain.
Long Zhanye's robe was splashed with a few drops of ink, and the ink immediately corroded several black holes, with green smoke rising from the edges of the holes.
His brows frowned slightly.
Just then--
Behind him, Huo Yuhao's attack arrived.
It's not a mental shock?!
Huo Yuhao With his eyes closed, he completely opened his Sea of Consciousness.
Gather the power of Sky Dream Ice Silkworm, Ice Empress, and Snow Empress into Eye of Destiny.
Then, he did what he does best-Simulation.
What he Simulation is not himself, but Simulation Long Zhanye's Chaos Qi!
He put his essence Divine Power in a gray-white coat and blended it into the surrounding mist.
Chaos Qi of Long Zhanye can isolate the essence Divine Power, but it cannot isolate the energy of the same source.
The mixed Chaos Qi is silently adsorbed on the Chaos Qi of Long Zhanye, and wanders in the direction of Long Zhanye along the veins.
Then, Huo Yuhao opened his eyes.
Those Chaos Qi mixed into Long Zhanye Chaos Qi broke out at the same moment.
Long Zhanye Chaos Qi all over his body trembled suddenly, and then began to lose control.
The gray-white mist was like an enraged bee swarm, surging and rotating crazily, forming a huge vortex with Long Zhanye as the center.
It's not Long Zhanye controlling it, but Huo Yuhao using Chaos Qi to make it backfire on its master.
Long Zhanye's body was affected by the whirlpool, his steps were unsteady and he staggered.
The ground beneath his feet was torn apart, and the gravel was rolled up and spinning wildly around him, like a small storm.
Jueyan Douluo will not miss this opportunity.
With a flick of his pen tip, the broken Ink Mountain remnants were pulled by him again, gathering into a huge spear covered with barbs in mid-air.
The tip of the spear pointed at Long Zhanye's chest, and then, like a black lightning, it shot out.
Huo Yuhao's sudden attack caused Long Zhanye to briefly lose control of Chaos Qi.
Magic Brush Douluo's spear caught the gap.
Long Zhanye didn't panic.
His third Soul Ring lights up--Colorless Wall.
Surround him from eight directions.
The wall made of Chaos Qi is like the strongest shield in front of the ink spear.
The ink spear hit the first Colorless Wall, but the wall didn't move at all and was easily blocked.
But Magic Brush Douluo drew more ink spears, attacking Long Zhanye from all directions.
Finally, the second wall shattered under the impact of the ink spear, and the momentum of the ink spear only paused slightly.
But the third wall completely blocked the ink spear, and the pitch-black spear tip was less than a punch away from Long Zhanye's chest.
Long Zhanye's hand grasped the spear body.
The golden light of Flawless Golden Body and the black color of the ink spear collided in his palm, making a sizzling sound.
He squeezed it hard and the ink spear broke into two pieces.
He raised his head, and his pair of Double Pupils were filled with cold murderous intent.
He first looked at Huo Yuhao, the guy who stabbed him in the back.
Then, he looked at Magic Brush Douluo, the old guy who took advantage of the situation.
A sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, "It doesn't matter if you all come together..."