In an unknown place within the boundaries of Huacheng.

After the huge ghost realm collapsed, the ghost mist poured down like a rolling river, and countless ghosts in the ghost realm also fell like rain.

The scene was very scary.

At this moment, Feng Qingyan was standing in the collapsed ghost realm. When he looked down, he vaguely saw a magical and magnificent place, which seemed to be the boundary of the painting city.

Seeing the ghost mist and ghosts fall into the boundary of the painting city, his face became extremely solemn.

But he also couldn't figure out why the ghost realm was in the sky above the painting city?

Not long ago.

He saw through the magical power of "breaking through the void and seeing the subtle" that the ghost realm overlapped with the boundaries of the painted city.

Did you see it wrong just now?

However, his magical power of "breaking through the void and seeing the subtle" has never been missed.

Over the years, he has used the magical power of "breaking through the void and seeing the subtle", but there are only two results, one is that he can't see it, and the other is that he can see it.

You can't read it wrong.

While he was thinking, he saw countless scrolls rising into the sky in the magnificent land, resisting the surging ghostly mist.

But can Huacheng withstand it?

It's not that he doesn't believe in the strength of Hua Cheng, but he knows the power of "hell" too well. After all, the power of "hell" made his magical power of "seeing the subtle" go wrong.

At the beginning, the painting city would definitely be able to withstand the ghost fog.

However, as more and more ghost realms collapse, the painting city will surely gradually become unable to support itself and may eventually be swallowed up by the ghost realm.

What to do?

Feng Qingyan frowned.

This seemed to be the trouble caused by him. He couldn't just sit back and watch, right? Moreover, just as he was thinking about it, he didn't know how many ghosts and ghosts fell down.

The "hell" painted by the handsome man is really big and scary, and there are so many ghosts in it that it's scary.

It only takes a few dozen breaths.

The ghostly mist fell so much that it enveloped the boundary of the painting city.

Naturally, there were so many falling ghosts that they rained down like rain, making the entire painting city feel horrified.

In fact, Feng Qingyan couldn't understand why the handsome man could draw so many ghosts. Moreover, the handsome man was obviously only a sixth- or fifth-grade painter, so why could he draw ghosts at the level of a ghost king?

This method of painting is completely unreasonable.

In other words, that handsome man can almost dominate the world.

If a painter who was astounded by his talent, practiced hard for decades, and had great luck could achieve the title of king of painting, would he be so sad that he would cry?

Are these painting masters and painting kings worse than a little girl in the end?

In the blink of an eye, dozens of breaths passed.

At this time, not only did the ghost domain not stop collapsing, but it collapsed even more severely.

This shows that even the handsome man, the owner of "Hell", seems to be unable to do anything about the collapse of the ghost realm. If there is a way, the ghost realm should slow down or stop the collapse by this time...

This made Feng Qingyan, who originally expected the handsome man to be able to clean up the mess, no longer able to look forward to it.

Since the trouble was caused by oneself, one can only deal with it by oneself.

but.

Faced with this situation, what ability does he have to deal with it?

At this moment, he thought about all his powers one by one, but he seemed to be unable to deal with the situation in front of him.

This made Feng Qingyan extremely anxious.

The Painted City cannot wait any longer. If it waits any longer, it may be swallowed up by the ghost realm.

At this moment, there should be casualties in Huacheng, right?

well--

Feng Qingyan regretted his recklessness.

If the ghost gate had not been used to hit the ghost realm, such a horrific thing would not have happened, and there would not have been any casualties in the painting city.

This is all his fault.

They should not have to die, have a beautiful life and unlimited future, but at this moment, everything is over.

He became more and more regretful, and the pain in his heart became more and more painful, which made him unable to bear it.

Within a few breaths, his whole person became extremely depressed.

Everything is your own fault!

And at this time.

Qing Mang and Dong Gong Lan, who were surprised by the collapse of the ghost realm, suddenly fell downwards.

"Ah, what's going on?"

Qing Mang screamed and looked down. His face turned pale with fright and he said in horror: "Why are we in the sky?"

Huhu——

At this moment, Qingmang, Donggonglan, two ox carts and a green ox were all falling rapidly.

Of course, there is nothing scary about this. After all, they can fly and they will definitely not die if they fall. Moreover, they also think so, but they were just a little panicked at first.

"It's strange, why are we in the sky?"

Qing Mang calmed down after panicking. After all, it was still far away from the boundary of the painting city, so there was no need to rush to fly.

Free fall is also pretty good.

However, Qing Mang didn't care and was enjoying the free fall, but Dong Gong Lan was a woman after all, which was very detrimental to his image.

After she calmed down, she immediately controlled her body and wanted to walk through the air.

but.

But she found that she couldn't control it and couldn't walk in the air.

This made her a little stunned.

Are you too nervous?

At this moment, Dong Gonglan was thinking this and tried again, but she still failed. She could not step into the air or fly. She could only watch herself falling rapidly, which shocked her.

How is this going?

"Qing Mang, can you fly?"

Dong Gonglan asked quickly.

"Of course I can, I'm a sixth-grade demon warrior."

Qing Mang said, but after a moment he was stunned and said in shock: "Ah, what's going on? Why can't I fly? This, this, how can this happen? Miss Lan, can you not fly too?"

"Cannot fly."

Dong Gonglan responded loudly. After all, the wind in his ears was loud when he fell.

"It's over, what's going on?" Qing Mang's face was a little pale, and he said: "It's so high, I'm going to fall to death. By the way, Miss Lan, what cultural treasures are you bringing with you? You can use the literary treasure temporarily.

The treasure will give us a ride..."

"Yes, there are, but there are no flying treasures."

Dong Gonglan said helplessly.

"...Uh, I'm really going to fall to death this time."

Qing Mang was panicking in his heart, and said with helplessness: "Unexpectedly, my Qing Mang, the majestic Saint Qing Niu, is destined to be famous throughout the ages, and the final outcome is to fall to death. I'm afraid this will make me laugh for eternity.

"

Dong Gonglan did not respond.

At this moment, she gradually calmed down and thought about a solution.

"Your Majesty, help me, help me." Qing Mang shouted at the top of his lungs. His voice could be heard for dozens of miles, and it seemed that even Hua Cheng could faintly hear it.

And at this time.

Feng Qingyan, who had been trapped in pain, self-blame and regret, heard Qing Mang's cry for help, his soul trembled slightly, and he suddenly woke up.

At this moment, there was some shock in his eyes.

He never thought that the mysterious aura exuded by "hell" could actually affect him.

This is indeed terrible!

This "hell" is probably more terrifying than he imagined.
To be continued...