Chapter 79： Dragon Painter

The blue tile and gray pavilion, the ink fragrance is rich, when Zhan An turned his gaze back, the city in front of him suddenly lost its original color.

is a series of thick and light ink brush lines, which outline the charm of the whole city of red lotus. Even the slightly undulating mountains and several ancient towers in the distance have become the farthest scenery...

The man who sells candied haws, he is just a few simple drawings.

The teahouse solicitor, he even only has a ball of ink shadow.

The wagons and passengers walking hurriedly, although they are already stationary, describe their toiling in detail.

Zhanan touched himself with his hand, wondering if he had also become an ink painting, but he was still flesh and blood and warm.

"Which expert is hosting a banquet here and waiting for Zhanchou? When I draw this city, Zhanchou is flattered." Zhan An opened his mouth and said to the painted city of Mo.

The voice reverberated in the painting city, and no one answered. On the long street facing Zhan An, a black shadow suddenly appeared. It looks a bit crowded and cramped!

Step by step, the black shadow of the ink painting city was trembling. When it reached the cross avenue ahead, all the vendors, pedestrians, officers and soldiers had disappeared, and the whole street was cleared, leaving only the shore and the giant Momon!

The black thing is wearing armor, and the hair of the whole body is swaying with the wind like a flame. Although it is completely drawn in black ink, because of the difference in the shade of ink, it still gives people a strong aura of red fire possession. !

"Fire Linlong?"

Zhan An recognized this creature.

and it is Mocheng's Fire Linlong. For some reason, when it steps on to itself, it is like a real Fire Linlong standing in front of him, its majesty and sacredness undiminished!

Zhan An is very clear that this is definitely not an illusion.

The painting city he is in is real, and the ink painting of the fire dragon in front of him is even more real. As a mortal, he can't be deceived by the small folk art of fantasy.

The painter who drew the Red Lotus City here and waited for him to cast himself into the net must also be a peerless master...

Is there such a strong in Zulong City?

Zhanan doesn't remember anyone who can reach this state. Taking painting as a reality, even the dragon drawn is no less inferior to the fire dragon!

"Since you are going to kill me, why don't you see me? I am also a mortal person of the Ancestral Dragon City State, and I can be regarded as your predecessor anyway." Faced with the approach of the Fire Linlong, Zhan An did not take a step back.

Only his own voice is still reverberating, and the painter, the mortal, does not mean to show up.

Zhan Ki frowned.

Is it a foreign powerhouse? ?

Li Ying, in order to kill herself, does not hesitate to ask the Gentile gods with a shy face!

"Moo!!!!!!"

The fire dragon roars like a sacred cow. It tramples on the ground and sees a huge wave of flames rolling over most of the city.

The flame waves hit, even if the ink line fluctuates, the feeling of heat and impact is no different from the molten fire, and the sleeves of the shore are about to burn.

Zhanan jumped up, as light as a swan, he stepped on the ink eaves, and quickly avoided in the direction of the tower behind him.

The ink flame wave smashed all the houses and pavilions on the street. As the Huo Linlong stepped away and chased, the ink flame wave surged higher and higher, and it almost swallowed up half of the city along the street!

leaped up to the dome of the tower. The body of the tower was jet-black, and it was also made of ink and wash.

In an instant, the tower was turned into fragments, and the bank stretched out like a bow full of fullness and left the string, and the body almost turned into a long phantom in this explosive ejection.

Passing through the blazing waves of the city, you can see that the majestic curtain of fire has been swept away by Zhan'an.

confronted the Fire Linlong and stretched the bank with his bare hands, but his fist shined with blazing light at this moment, and the surrounding Mocheng was even twisted because of his punch!

"Boom~~~~~~~~~!"

Fire Linlong slipped out, and his fist suddenly exploded at the cross street, rushing the Ink Shadow Man City like a pool of spilt ink. For a while, the entire painting city lost its original appearance.

The Fire Linlong shook its body. It didn't tip over, but was shaken back by the force of the fist. Although the flames on its body were briefly extinguished, as the overbearing beast made a long roar, its body once again filled with ink flames. And it turned out to be stronger than before!

Zhan An's expression became serious.

I thought that the ink-painted dragon had its power and strength, but it was easy to break when touched, but I never thought that the fire-lin dragon made of ink would have such steel and iron bones, and my arm felt a little numb when I hit it.

What's more, I haven't used the power of God for some years, and my strength is not as good as before.

After stepping back for a while, Zhan An stared at the fire dragon, trying to find out its flaws in the ghost painting. Since it is a painting, there must be something completely different from the real thing. If you can find this painting The city, the essence of this painting of dragons, is effortless!

"Rumble rumbling~~~~~~~~~~~~~"

A huge noise rang from the collapsed tower behind him, and Zhan An felt an unprecedented horror behind him, making his neck chill and his whole body getting goose bumps!

He turned his head and saw the castle wall...

The walls of the Red Lotus City are still tall and strong, even if there are monsters of the demon level, they can resist it.

The city wall is also outlined in ink, but what makes Zhan'an unbelievable is that the city wall began to squirm and stretch out!

The wall bricks resembled scales, and the city walls resembled bones. The wall guarding the Red Lotus City came alive and turned into a city pond dragon, slowly raising its rock-like head, looking down at the tiny shore... …

Zhanan's heart is extremely shocked, this painting technique has reached its peak, the most terrifying thing is that this mortal can turn the dragon he has seen into his own dragon beast! !

The city wall of Red Lotus City definitely does not have the power of the gods. There is such a rumor that the city-state of the Ancestral Dragon is rumored to be a keel!

This painter is clearly the city-state Shenfan. She has seen the real keel of the Zulong city-state, otherwise how could she use this painting technique.

"Ancestral Dragon God Fairy, the pinnacle of painting, are you the daughter of Li Ying?" Zhan An finally knows who the person in this painting city is.

It’s just that when he left the Zulong City-state, Li Ying’s daughter was just a child. After more than ten years, she has mastered such magical powers!

Zhan Ki's words still didn't get a response, and the other party didn't seem to need to talk to a dying person.

The oppression brought by the dragon of the city wall made it difficult for Zhanan to move for half a step, and the fire dragon in front of him even slammed into him. Zhanan smiled bitterly, showing his indifference to life and death...

He didn't think that he had just been exposed to the gods, and he would be killed. There was no resentment or hatred in his heart, but he was a little worried about the two little guys.

Fire Linlong, Zhan An can still be defeated, after all, the fire Linlong deity was also broken by him.

But the dragon behind the wall is attached to the soul of the ancestor dragon. Since this painter can paint it, the realm is already above himself. Now he is no longer the unyielding and unbelieving young man. Having exhausted all his life's passion for fighting, I thought I could find a quiet place to enjoy my old age, but in the end he did not escape the entanglement with Li Ying.

"Wow!~~~~~~~~~"

Suddenly, all the ink slid down like water, and the fire dragon in front of him turned into pools of splashing black ink while running, and the rampant flames were flying drop by drop.

Behind 　　, the terrifying ink painting dragon slowly lay down towards the earth, slowly twisting his body, and enclosing the ink painting city under his long dragon body, and all his momentum collapsed in an instant!

Like a ridiculous and magnificent dream, I was waking up on the couch.

Zhan An’s ears heard the yelling of the busy city again, and his surroundings were filled with toiling pedestrians.

There are still blue tiles and gray buildings on both sides.

The front is a stone brick avenue, and in the distance is the ancient tower of Aishan.

The red lotus city wall behind him is quiet and majestic, with white rocks, limestones, and towers immovable, never turning into any lifelike dragons.

Everything was in a dream-like trance, Zhan An’s gaze shuttled across the bustling streets of Red Lotus City, and still did not see the artist, but the fear of being stared at by the painted dragon continued to spread in the depths of his soul!

……

Honglian City, Guta Mountain.

A pond of red lotus, a viewing terrace, a stone case, an ink pen A woman in a blue velvet dress, her eyes are like lakes, deep and beautiful, and the red lotus city is reflected in the depth of her eyes , Reflecting the crowd on the street.

A man in light-colored clothes, with beads of sweat on his forehead, he looked at the woman who was painting with a solemn expression.

"Say." Nan Ling said.

"I obeyed the teacher's arrangement and went to Qingliu River City to assist a team of slaying magisters. When I arrived, all three mentors died, their deaths were peaceful, and the monsters disappeared." Zhu Minglang took a deep breath and explained this fact to Nan Ling. yarn.

While climbing the mountain, Zhu Minglang saw the painting and ink change of the whole city. Although he didn't know what Nan Lingsha was doing, the three instructors died suddenly. There must be extremely powerful monsters running rampant. Reported to the senior college.

"I will deal with it." Nan Lingsha sorted out the ink bamboo bottle beside her.

"Be careful girl, the monster has been cultivated for at least three thousand years." Zhu Minglang said.

Nan Lingsha still holds the pen, this time she does not paint on canvas, but writes out of thin air.

I saw that the ink did not fall in the air, but a lifelike unicorn dragon was gradually drawn into shape.

Gently put a little on the eyeball, and the unicorn dragon drawn came back to life.

"You sit in Red Lotus City for me." Qilinlong leaned over, Nan Lingsha sat sideways, and said to Zhu Minglang.

Soon, the unicorn dragon carried Nan Lingsha on the ridge of the low mountain. Before Zhu Minglang had time to ask how to sit in a city, she had already rushed dozens of miles away...

Zhu Minglang closed his mouth and looked at the peaceful Red Lotus City.

From aid to sitting in town, how can I, a student who has just entered the Dragon Academy not long after enrolling, shoulder so many responsibilities inexplicably? ?