"There must be some other way..."

Ning Feng stared at a picture of ink-cutting, watching the golden light burst out gradually dissipate, and asked himself for the second time, pondering.?

In the sky, the old demon was wailing, and countless demons rushed into the golden light bursting out of the crack like dumplings. The strange demons screamed, smiled, and flew into the flames.

Moths may be ridiculed for countless years, but everyone knows that enough moths can be extinguished even if they are blazing bonfires.

Ning Feng’s great slits of heaven and earth drawn with magical brushes are no exception.

At this time, whether it was Ning Feng or the native of Shenjiazhuang, he had just seen the old demon for the first time.

It is easy to seek profit, but it is easy to die.

It is naturally not easy for the old monster to force a group of demons to die, fill the ravines and destroy their divine power.

When the first roar erupted from the old demon's mouth, he showed his true form.

In an instant, over the lush black mountain, there were a ferocious branch, and on each leaf there was a face grinning and struggling to escape the horror of switching.

Every branch was waving and landing on monsters, like a whip whipping. While the demons screamed in pain, ugly faces appeared on the leaves, roaring directly in the demons' ears.

After this change, any demon, whether it is a vicious tiger or a stone-like wood, is driven by fear and sacrifices his life.

"It's trouble."

Ning Feng's eyes passed through the demon that fell like a dumpling and fell on the trunk of the old tree demon.

There, there was a terrifying face made of tree scar tumors. It was opening its bloody mouth and laughing hideously.

Ning Feng felt like a mirror in his heart: "I just drew a hundred cracks. Not to mention whether I can do it, but I really swallowed the little demons, so what can I do?"

"This old demon is very demon. God knows how many subordinates he has to drive, and who knows how many methods he has to hide? Will he retreat temporarily or start a sudden attack?"

...

Ning Feng felt that his mind had never been as fast as he has now.

In the environment where the spirit of the weapon creates a dream, he blocked all other methods, and under the premise that he could only use the magic pen, Ning Feng's combat talent and instinct were fully developed.

"perhaps……"

A flash of inspiration, Ning Feng suddenly laughed, as if he had thought of something very interesting, and couldn't help but smile on his face.

The background of this smile is that the cracks and ravines of heaven and earth are smoothed out, and the terrifying golden light is extinguished by moths and fires.

“…can do this.”

Ning Feng held the pen again, lowered his head, and used the pen without adding any points in the text. The tip of the pen that had always been full of ink had almost never left the paper. It was all kinds of strange and strange, making people unimaginable why the scene he drew in this way appeared on the scroll.

On the scroll, the old demon was originally just a vague black dot, but now it became a real person. When the grief and angry demons swarmed in like flies, Ning Feng even had the time to add struggling ghosts to the old demon's branches and paint a hideous human face on the trunk.

After the painting came to this point, Ning Feng looked up and stared deeply at the old demon.

In front and above, demons flocked in, and the aura emitted formed a miasma in the forest, and the mist-like demonic aura in the mountains was like the sky was about to collapse.

If the sky collapsed, the trembling Shen family behind him could almost ignore it. Ning Feng was the tallest one, and he was the first to bear the brunt.

If someone is close at this moment, he will see that Ning Feng's gaze is not at all on the little monsters. His gaze has crossed all over, jumped over the old tree monster, and fell behind his huge body.

The old tree demon was not empty behind. The great monsters who were stronger, more important, or less easily driven to die gathered there, as if waiting for the old tree demon to charge with him, tearing Ning Feng and the entire Shenjiazhuang to pieces.

“Hahaha~~~”

Ning Feng suddenly laughed, and the magic pen turned around in his hand and fell down. The first drop of ink fell on the trunk of the old tree demon.

One sideways!

One discount!

Two rough strokes formed a knife-like shape inserted on the trunk of the old tree demon.

Two drops of ink, one drop fell in half the air, and it became the shape of a drop; one drop was hung on the edge of the knife and it was not falling.

"Is this possible?"

Ning Feng threw the magic pen casually onto the table, looked up and saw his eyes bright, like two night pearls, and the light was enough to penetrate the demonic clouds all over the sky.

"Can you do it?"

Ning Feng took a deep breath and his eyes fell on the old tree demon.

At this moment, the group of monsters were less than a hundred feet away from him and rushed over;

At this time, the old tree demon smiled wildly, and the branches that were shaped like thousands of hands and thousands of arms were dancing wildly...

Sudden--

“Ah~~”

The hideous man on the old tree demon tree opened his mouth, as if he was about to shout something, but he screamed in a loud voice, splitting gold through the clouds.

"Here you come!"

Ning Feng was very happy, not for the scene that was happening in front of him, but for the realization of his thoughts in his heart.

The screams of the old tree demon were accompanied by the sound of a rotten wood being pierced through. Ning Feng never missed any wonderful shots. He saw a purple-gold knife piercing through the human face of the old tree demon.

A drop of dark green demon blood dripped down, and another drop hung on the head of the knife, about to fall, but not fall.

At this moment, the scene under the magic pen repeats itself in reality.

"It's really possible."

“Hahahaha~~~~~”

Ning Feng smiled with his palm, feeling that the most enjoyable thing was this. The magical world of magic pen was developed by him, and that sense of accomplishment was indescribable.

"Dare you dare to parasitize?!"

The old tree demon roared, the bark was peeling off, the branches and leaves were withering, and the roots were withering, as if they were exposed to the sky for ten days.

"You think we are slaves, and you will be willing to ask for it sooner or later, so why don't you dare?"

"...why don't you dare...why don't you dare?"

One by one, the answers that were not like human voices were heard in unison, full of sorrow and anger. At this moment, countless treasure lights suddenly burst out.

Both sides shouted in unison: "Erlang, kill!"

The demon clouds and demons that were about to be submerged like the waves of the sea were sunk, and the demons that sank the entire Zhuangzi were divided into two factions, and they became a group in the process of rescuing them.

The demonic clouds swept across the sky, fighting and roaring, as if they were falling locusts smoked by burning straw, and they went away while they were tragic.

At this moment, whether it is the old tree demon struggling on the line of life and death, or the so-called "parasitic" who seized the opportunity to rebel, the two sides fought farther and farther away. I don't know if they have forgotten Shenjiazhuang or at this critical moment, they don't want to provoke Ning Feng, a tough guy.

"This...this...this is OK?"

Everyone in Shenjiazhuang looked disbelief in a dream, but they were completely convinced, but they were saved. God knew that at the last moment, someone was telling their children and grandchildren to give their wills.

"This is OK..."

Ning Feng laughed silently and looked down at the magic pen that was thrown on the table by him, still rolling around.

"The magic brush is not only simple to turn the virtual into reality, but also to draw the 'fruit', and the rules of heaven and earth make up for the 'cause'."

"There may be various restrictions here. For example, the results drawn must be based on some basis and basis. Is it possible?"

Ning Feng was speculating in his heart that he completely ignored the demons leaving. The Shen family, who was timidly approaching behind, fell into deep thoughts.

"The reason I drew this way before was because I observed that when the old tree demon drove other demons forward, most of the branches did not move. Not only did they not come forward, but they were vaguely holding their bodies. Is this a precaution?"

"The old tree demon would rather use the lives of the monsters to drive them to use them in a way similar to the ant siege to attack the city, than to use the great magical powers and let the big monsters take action. Is this still a precaution?"

"Since you need to be prepared, there may be problems? Then I just need to draw the problem, that's it."

"Does the magic brush have the wonders between cause and effect?"

Ning Feng slowly picked up the magic pen, walked around his fingers and palms, and brought out the remaining videos of the pen holder.

"Does such a treasure really exist?"

Ning Feng said to himself, as if asking questions to the magic pen.

The magic pen was silent, just trembling.

In an instant, the whole world was frozen.

Yingying is blessed, thanking the tears of Miss Shen;

The houses of the village who knelt all over the floor and bowed to the gods...

Everything stopped, and the next moment, like a mirror shattered, except for Ning Feng, one stroke, everything else scattered.

Ning Feng's eyes flashed before him, and he looked closely and appeared in the study again.
Chapter completed!