The boundaries of the painted city are magical and mysterious, which can also be said to be strange and weird.

When you first look at it, the lake and the moon are in harmony, and there are no windshields on the lake surface; but when you look at it for the second time, it may be that the smoke is straight in the desert, and the sun is setting over the long river.

Entering the boundaries of the painting city.

If the first step is a white rain forest, the second step may be a vast desert, and the third step may be a rough sea.

One step at a time.

Just when you think there is no way out, but suddenly there is another village, and no one knows what is ahead.

The Painted City is a city that cannot be explained in a few words.

At a glance, you can't see many buildings, but there are pictures like projections. Each picture is a small world, or there is heavy snowfall, or heavy rain, or yellow sand all over the sky...

Either it’s spring and the scenery is bright, or it’s autumn’s cool breeze.

Each picture scroll is a scene, and the picture city is composed of countless picture scrolls.

This is the reason why Huacheng is also called Huajing.

And at this moment.

The sky above the painting city suddenly cracked, and holes appeared.

But in the blink of an eye, endless ghost mist surged out from the mouth, leaving many calligraphers in the painting city stunned.

"Is the sky falling apart?"

A calligrapher raised his head and said blankly, as if he hadn't realized the seriousness of the situation, and then his voice became louder, "Is this the sky falling?! Not good! The sky is falling, the sky is falling."

At this moment the book writer shouted.

"How could the sky collapse? Isn't it the end of the world?"

Those who read are worried.

It’s not like the sky has never collapsed before. For example, the Holy Sky. There are still some fragments of the Holy Sky left in the depths of the sky.

"Although there are many holes in the sky today, it cannot collapse."

The scholar said more calmly, but when he saw the billowing black mist pouring out of the cracked opening, he wondered: "What is this black mist?"

"have no idea."

The writer next to me replied, "This black mist seems to be filled with Yin energy. It may be ghost mist."

"Ghost mist? It's strange. How can there be ghost mist deep in the sky? Isn't the underworld underground? If it is ghost mist, it should be coming out of the ground."

Many writers can't understand it.

However, the aura emitted by the billowing black mist does indeed look like ghost mist.

Although the black mist was coming quickly, it would still take dozens of breaths to reach the painting city. Therefore, when the black mist man poured out of his open mouth, the calligrapher in the painting city could only vaguely feel the breath of the black mist.

It is not true that black mist is ghost mist.

As the black fog descended more and more, the calligrapher who painted the city finally felt it clearly.

"This is indeed ghost mist!"

"Why is there ghost mist in the sky? Is the underworld in the sky? This shouldn't be the case."

"How can the underworld be in the sky? The underworld is obviously in the shadow of the human world, underground..."

Countless calligraphers in the painting city looked up, shocked and confused, wondering why ghost mist fell from the sky.

This is very weird!

Within a few seconds, figures, strong or weak, emerged from the floating scrolls like projections.

It was the calligrapher who came out of the realm in the painting after hearing the news.

The black mist billows in the sky of the painting city, almost covering the entire sky, making the world seem like night has fallen. This terrifying scene, even the painter of the painting city, the king of painting does not dare to look down upon it at all, and one by one he glances from the scene in the painting

come out.

"What happened?"

You Huajun said with a solemn expression.

The ghostly mist that shrouded the world was not simple, it exuded an aura that horrified them.

They vaguely felt that the originally ordinary ghost mist actually exuded negative auras such as depression, pain, and regret.

This greatly affected them all.

"Hey, something seems to have fallen from the sky?" A painter suddenly pointed at Tianyu and saw black shadows falling from the depths of the sky.

"It's raining?"

Some painters asked in surprise, because it does look like rain. But if it is raining, are the raindrops bigger?

"Could it be raining?"

The reader immediately rolled his eyes, fearing he was blind.

"It's not raining!"

Many painters suddenly trembled in their hearts and said in horror.

At this moment, all the painters and kings in the painting city stared. What did they see? They saw ghosts falling from the depths of the sky!

"It's a ghost!"

One of the painters looked solemn and said: "How could a ghost fall from the sky?"

"Is this a ghost?"

When the painters near the painter heard this, their eyes widened.

If what fell from the depths of the sky is really a ghost, did the number of ghosts fall too much? This may not be a question of too many, but a question of too many to scare people to death.

There are so many ghosts that they fall like rain.

Otherwise, no painter would say it is raining...

"This this?"

At this moment, even the painters below Hua Jun could vaguely see it clearly.

It sure looks like a ghost!

but.

How could so many ghosts fall from the depths of the sky?

Is there a hell in heaven that they don't know about?

"Everyone, prepare to fight in order to protect our painted city!"

A painting king flew up and stared coldly at the black sky. At this moment, he waved his hand and ink flew out of his hand.

call--

Ink emerges into a web.

But in the blink of an eye, a huge ink net appeared in the sky above the painting king's head.

The ink net exudes a strong literary atmosphere and blocks the ghost fog rolling down.

Sizzling——

The ghost mist fell into the ink net, just like grease falling into the flame, and immediately burned. However, the ghost mist rushing down from the depths of the sky was so numerous that it was unimaginable, like an endless sea.

One layer of ghost mist was burned clean, and another layer of ghost mist fell.

However, within a few breaths, even the powerful Mo Net could no longer hold up.

This was what the king of painters had expected. At this moment, he kept swiping his brush to draw huge ink nets.

The ink nets are stacked layer by layer.

However, it is still no match for the endless ghost mist.

When the famous painting king flew up, there were also many calligraphers in the painting city, painting with ink.

"Guard my painting city and don't let ghosts enter my painting realm!"

The scholar shouted loudly.

All of a sudden.

There are thousands of flying lights and thousands of rays of sunshine in the painted city.

One after another, magical paintings fly into the sky, or turn into mountains, or into the sea, or into flying knives, or into flames, or into thunder...

There are thousands of scrolls and thousands of moves.

Some instantly burned mountains of ghost mist, while others had no effect at all.

"Brother Chen, we are going to fight against ghosts and ghosts. Ghosts, not only did you paint gloomy paintings, but you also painted some unintelligent ghosts. Isn't that right?"

A book writer was dumbfounded.
To be continued...