The cave heaven becomes a cave heaven, which will interfere with the space of the mustard seed talisman and cannot be stored in the storage magic weapon.

On the way down the mountain, Chen Hongling kept holding the painting that Su Luo gave in her.

When she went down the mountain, in the painting, the young man on the recliner suddenly opened his eyes, which was a incarnation hidden by Su Luo.

The first time the incarnation opened its eyes, the soul in the painting felt something and turned around on the edge of the cliff.

The incarnation smiled at her, raised a finger to her mouth to make a sound ban, and said softly, "You didn't see me."

The spirit in the painting glanced blankly from behind, and saw no abnormalities.

Retract your gaze and return to your own position.

Jumped off the recliner and floated directly to the spirit in the painting.

He circled around the spirit in the painting, hugged his left hand under his right armpit, and gently pinched his chin with his right hand to think.

After pondering for a moment, he snapped his fingers gently.

As soon as the thought moves, an external incarnation walks out of him.

The incarnation of the outer incarnation looked at each other, and his eyes fell on the spirit in the painting that was exactly the same as Chen Hongling.

He smiled apologetically at her, turned into an outer body and stabbed her head on her, and was about to parasitize her.

Halfway through the pounce, the incarnation suddenly frowned.

He snapped his fingers gently, and the transformation incarnation passed directly through the body of the spirit in the painting, and pierced his head on the rocks.

He reached out to smooth out the deep pit that had been knocked out on the rocks, and the transformation incarnation covered his head and got up, looking at the transformation in confusion.

Even though everyone is the same person, he can still see the dissatisfaction of "Are you playing with me?"

The incarnation shook his head, and there was no communication, but only looked at the incarnation of the outside.

The transformation incarnation instantly understood, reached out and dragged it into the void in front of him, and grabbed the historical phantom when he wanted to parasitize to the spirit in the painting.

This historical phantom appeared, and the incarnation glanced at the incarnation of the exterior, and the incarnation of the exterior was directly hidden from its existence.

The historical phantom of the external incarnation has thus developed ideas.

With the historical phantom of the transformation of thought, he looked at the spirit in the painting, and a light flashed in his eyes. The spiritual imprint of Chen Hongling's fusion of the spirit in the painting was successfully stolen by him.

Combine a trace of Shen Hongling's spiritual imprint with yourself, adjust your breath, and make your breath completely synchronize with the spirit in the painting.

Completed the above operations and successfully grafted the historical phantom of the external incarnation of the spiritual incarnation in the painting and let out a sigh of relief.

Looking at the incarnation, the historical phantom of the incarnation plunged into the body of the spirit in the painting, and parasitized the spirit in the painting at a symbiotic level.

Suddenly, the soul in the painting trembled slightly, subconsciously turned around, and looked around in confusion.

After looking around, I found nothing. The spirit in the painting turned around in a daze, stood by the cliff and stared at the peaks in the distance in a daze.

Behind him, he returned to the recliner and smiled slightly when he returned to his previous posture.

At the same time, the "Su Luo" in the reflection of a lake in the distant mountains transformed into the reflection of "Su Luo" in the lake in the reflection of the "Su Luo" in the lake in the painting board in front of the spirit in the painting, the "Su Luo" in the lake in the painting, and the "Su Luo" hidden in the auspicious clouds embroidered with the sleeves of the spirit in the painting...

Hundreds of "Su Luo" all curled their lips gently, and the next moment they returned to peace.

Yujing Mountain, small building, in the kitchen.

Just after stewing a pot of Dongpo pork into a casserole, Su Luo's face showed a satisfied smile.

There are so many novels in my previous life, and it is indeed not for nothing.

Although he had just traveled through time, he had become a qualified old crepe cake.

......

When Chen Hongling arrived at the foot of the mountain, the sky had completely darkened.

It was quiet all around, and there was no sound at all.

She sighed softly after pursing her lips.

Raise your hand and draw in the empty space, using your fingers as your pen, using your text as your ink, and using your void as your paper. A few big words were written in the void in front of her.

"No way for a thousand miles", the five words fall, which motivates the power of heaven and earth, and instantly merges with Chen Hongling.

With a lighter body, Chen Hongling took ten meters in one step, and quickly walked towards the direction of Sunset City.

After walking two or three miles, the jade talisman she carried with her body suddenly shook slightly, and Chen Hongling stopped.

This jade talisman is called "Hongyan Fu", which is a tool specially used by Confucianism to convey messages. It is derived from the meaning of "Hongyan Fuchan's Letter".

But compared with the "Hongyan Talisman", many Confucian female practitioners prefer to call it "Bronze Book".

"Who sends the brocade letters in the clouds"?

Remove the "Bronze Book" from his waist, and a trace of literary energy was injected into the Shen Hongling, and a few words flashed across the jade talisman surface.

"Be careful, and come to pick you up immediately for your father."

It was the news from my father, but what does this news mean? What danger will I encounter?

Just as he was confused, he suddenly felt something, Chen Hongling turned around and looked behind him.

The night became darker, and the mountains behind him were hidden in darkness.

She could not hear any sound, but could feel the dangerous aura coming from behind, as if there were some flood and beast dormant in the darkness.

Without thinking, Chen Hongling raised her hand to write words in the void.

"The bright white moon shines with the sun."

Jucheng, the moonlight within a hundred meters around seemed to be invisibly pulled and gathered around her.

The moonlight gathers, and Chen Hongling seems to have transformed into a small sun, instantly blooming with light as bright as daylight, dispelling the darkness in front of her.

This will undoubtedly make her more conspicuous in the darkness.

But since the enemy has been confirmed to exist, the enemy is dark and we are in a clear light, at least it will cut off the possibility of the enemy hiding in the darkness and force him to confront him head-on.

In addition, the vision here can better guide the direction and allow the father who is rushing to discover his direction faster.

"Smack!"

In the dispersed darkness, a figure gradually appeared in black clothes.

While applauding, the figure walked slowly towards Chen Hongling, as if she was not worried that she would run away, full of confidence.

"Everyone in the world says that Chen Changsheng has a genius daughter, with unparalleled poetry and excellent calligraphy and painting. He has reached the peak of the second level of Confucianism at just eighteen years old.

"I didn't believe it very much, but I didn't expect you to be even more powerful than the rumored ones. You have entered the third realm of condensation."

The man in black walked over slowly, and a huge beast shadow appeared behind him.

The beast shadow shook slightly, and the power of the moonlight that was triggered by Chen Hongling within a radius dissipated one after another, and the world returned to darkness again.

Martial Saint!

Chen Hongling subconsciously clasped the scroll that was holding her chest tightly.

After seeing the other party's methods, she knew that the person in front of her was not the one she could compete with.

I just hope that my father will arrive early, but I don’t know if I can survive the arrival of my father with the power of this cave painting.

"It's good to concentrate, it's more valuable."

The disgusting light seemed to be a little happier.

A huge body of martial arts true energy cannot be mobilized in half, and the whole body cannot even move a finger.

"Bang!"

The painting spirit, who was exactly the same as Chen Hongling, transformed into a black-clad martial saint and walked to the side of the black-clad martial saint.

Squat gently beside him, raised his hand, and punched him hard in the face.

"Bang!"

The second punch.

"Bang!"

The third punch.

The power of pure body hit the face of the martial saint in black with one punch.

However, after more than eighty punches, the black-clothed Martial Saint had become unrecognizable. Even his biological mother would never recognize who he was.

“Woo~”

The dignified Martial Saint had a crying voice in his voice when he was beaten.

"Confucianism, Confucian saint!"

He called out a name that everyone in the six realms knew.

In my mind, I even remembered a terrifying existence.

According to rumors, the Confucian saints who suppressed the six realms liked to fight with the enemy in such a way.

He was obviously a Confucian scholar, but every time he faced the enemy, he directly confined space, and then fought with his body, and the enemy was mentally broken.
To be continued...