Unlike ordinary psychics who suddenly awaken, Feng Chuxue has long known about the spiritual demon world.

After she found out that she was awakened, she did not panic too much, but remained calm and pointed the final touch on her landscape paintings.

At that time, she knew that she had awakened, but she didn't know what kind of ability she had, how to use and display it. She just planned to return to Shudu to find Shen Chong after finishing drawing this painting.

Unexpectedly, if her last stroke continues, something went wrong immediately.

She clearly saw the mountains, rivers, blue sky and white clouds contained in her paintings suddenly condensed into a phantom.

The lower half of the phantom rose from the ground and rose into the air.

But the upper part fell from the sky and pressed towards the ground.

When the sky and the earth gather together, it then condenses into the painting at a speed visible to the naked eye.

At that time, Feng Chuxue understood his ability and was a world-class painting.

She didn't know what the specific use of this ability was, she just felt it was quite powerful.

She was busy closing the stall and leaving, but suddenly thunder clouds rolled in the sky, and black fog flew from the horizon and landed on the ground to turn into a personal form.

What happened later was exactly what Shen Chong knew.

The furious ghost dragon immediately captured Feng Chuxue and then found that his small world was sealed in this painting.

He just wanted Feng Chuxue to return her small world to the original owner, but Feng Chuxue himself didn't know how to use this painting.

Later, the ghost dragon simply imprisoned the person and refused to give him an explanation.

Before I knew it, nearly a month had passed. Feng Chuxue's mentality also changed from the initial confusion and fear to the later numbness, and rekindled hope, but in the end it became calmer as time passed day by day.

She felt that she was afraid she would be here forever.

Until now, Shen Chong appeared in front of her, her heart that was about to die suddenly came to life.

She threw down the brush in her hand, ran through the floor-to-ceiling window in the living room and rushed towards Shen Chong, spreading her arms...

puff!

Brother Shen took the action decisively and grabbed the girl's forehead in his palm.

She lost her balance and continued to move forward with her lower body pinched her head and couldn't move.

Shen Chong stretched out his hand and used Tai Chi force to move to her lower abdomen so that she would not fall and let the person go in place, "What are you doing? Men and women can't help but feel clearly, don't hug her."

Feng Chuxue's face turned red. Since she was a little afraid and had a little shortness of breathing, she said, "I, I'm so happy, I'm a little out of composure, sorry."

"It's okay, I understand. Let's first study what's going on with your abilities."

Brother Shen is clear.

He came to save Feng Chuxue, who was loyal to his friend and Feng Chuxue who helped him take care of Xinxin during his busiest time.

Although Feng Chuxue's heart was enough to repay her life-saving grace alone, Shen Chong had his own judgment.

"Are you painting the second painting?"

Shen Chong walked to the balcony and saw the painting that had been mostly painted on the balcony.

Feng Chuxue shook her head, "It's not the second one anymore. I almost every day recently. Today I painted the night scene. Unfortunately, there seems to be nothing special about the paintings behind."

"Oh, where is your previous painting? Let's take a look."

Feng Chuxue nodded, returned to the room, took out the painting from the tube, and spread it out.

Shen Chong frowned and looked at it for a long time. This was a landscape painting of a reasonable level. It was ordinary at a glance, and it was no big deal if you looked at it again.

"The secret of ghost dragons is in your painting?"

He asked in disbelief.

Feng Chuxue nodded, "Yes, but I don't know how to seal it."

"Does your painting just put the scenery in? There is no other special effects?"

"You can put people in, but you will automatically leave at most ten minutes."

Shen Chong raised his eyebrows and this function was quite terrifying.

"You are in control of life and death after someone else goes in?"

Shen Chong asked again.

Feng Chuxue shook her head, "No, actually I tried it quietly. No matter whether it is a knife or a fire, I can't hurt this painting at all. After others enter the painting, I can feel the existence of others, but I can't move any moves."

"Put me into your painting to try."

"Okay, stand up first and don't move, I'll draw you."

I saw her lifting her pen and using it as if she was flying. About three or four minutes later, Shen Chong's vivid image appeared on the painting.

Feng Chuxue shook the scroll and said, "Don't resist."

Shen Chong nodded, "Okay!"

Then he flew lightly, his body quickly shrank in the air. In the blink of an eye, he became only the size of a mosquito, and flew forward until he completely penetrated into the painting.

After a brief chaos, what he looked up was a mountain view shrouded in white clouds, the scenery he had once glanced at in the Ganoderma lucidum area.

All of this seems so real.

He tried to kick the gravel under his foot again, and a faint stinging pain came from his thumb.

This is true.

Shen Chong activated all his five senses and tried to find the true meaning of the realm in the painting.

But he found that he had a strong and lingering sense of isolation from this world.

It is obvious that everything is real, but what you see in your eyes, hear in your ears, and what you touch in your hands, is so illusory.

He raised his legs and ran away, trying to find the boundary of this world.

But after he ran forward for about ten minutes, he stopped and watched again, but found that he was still standing still.

Feng Chuxue's painting is different from ordinary secret realms after all. Its essence is the combination of the semi-finished product of the ghost dragon and her own spiritual source of the painting, representing an alien power.

Never had any yellow-level player who could cause trouble to the sky-level boss, but Feng Chuxue did it.

The picture quickly retreated, and when Shen Chong came to his senses, he reappeared in the room.

The portrait of Shen Chong, which was newly added to Feng Chuxue on the painting, has disappeared without a trace.

Feng Chuxue looked at him with a worried look on his face, "Have you found any clues?"

Shen Chong shook his head, "I can't understand, I can't even distinguish between reality and illusion, let alone think about how to separate the secret realm."

Feng Chuxue smiled bitterly and shook her head, "I personally feel that it is impossible. Mr. Guilong's secret realm has been integrated with my painting. Unless this painting is destroyed, or I die, maybe there is still a little..."

"Shh!"

Shen Chong quickly made a gesture of silence, and even subconsciously raised his palm to cover her mouth, "Don't say it out loud. He hasn't gone crazy yet. If it takes too long, he is really forced to do it. Even if he just takes a try, he will kill you."

"But what can I do now?"

Feng Chuxue was only in endless troubles.

Shen Chong walked back to the balcony, looked at the dark night sky outside, but recalled the formation he saw before he came in.

"It's okay, I have other bargaining chips."

Not long after, the ghost dragon returned.

Shen Chong stopped talking nonsense, "Senior, I will help you improve the formation."

Ghost Dragon sneered, "Did you give up so easily?"

"It's not that I give up easily, but that I have to pick the soft persimmons. I think it's easier to think about your formation than to think about this painting."

The ghost dragon was almost amused by Shen Chong's arrogant words, "Are you kidding? Don't you know that this formation is my true biggest secret? If I have invested fifty years of energy in the secret realm, do you know how many years I have been thinking about this formation?"

Shen Chong smiled, "One hundred and seventy-eight years."

"How do you know!"

Shen Chong pointed to his eyes and "Observe."

"Then do you know the purpose of my formation?"

"Gathering spirits! You want to create a Feng Shui treasure land for yourself for retreat and practice. You want to practice here faster than the outside world."

"How did you know again!"

The ghost dragon was really shocked this time.

Shen Chong once again carried his hands and looked proudly at the sky. "Senior, the core of my Shen Debach's conjecture is that whether it is a human or a demon, it does not really grow naturally, but it absorbs spirituality! This spirituality is invisible, colorless, tasteless, and charismatic. It seems to be even in any part of the world, but it is just like iron powder will be absorbed by magnets. Senior, you want to use the formation to create something equivalent to a magnetic field and attract spirituality. I have to say that it is amazing, it is really the first genius to think. Because so far, even killing demons has not found a way to find out how to explore and capture spirituality. You took this step first and have been walking for more than 170 years. Although you have entered a dead end, your courage is enough to admire you for the younger generation."

The ghost dragon couldn't help but clap his hands, "Excellent, quite exciting. Spirituality? It's such an amazing saying, worthy of the name of genius."

Shen Chong turned around and smiled, "Senior, please completely let go of the prejudice against the gap between you and me. As you can see, standing in front of you is indeed a genius. If there is really someone in the world who can help you improve the spirit gathering array, then you will not be a second person except me!"

Shen Chong was gambling, whether the gambling ghost dragon dared to teach all his personal research resources.

He also bet that after reading all the things about the ghost dragon, he could have a deeper understanding of spirituality and finally complete the research on the formation.

After experiencing many things, Shen Chong's understanding of the changes that Invincible Memory brings to him has become more and more profound.

There is no way out, and he must believe in his IQ and insight.
Chapter completed!