"Get it back, get the painting back..."
However, at this moment, Hu Ming obviously didn't care about the care of his old classmates. He just stared at Ye Chen firmly, and then leaped forward, aiming at the ancient painting in Ye Chen's hand.
"Ghosts are crazy!"
Upon seeing this, Ye Chen immediately responded with a cold snort.
Without seeing how he moved, Hu Ming, who flew over, was already three feet away in front of him, imprisoned by an invisible and intangible force.
"Return the painting to me!"
Regardless of his own status quo, Hu Ming maintained his forward movement and said viciously.
"A mortal whose eyes are covered by desire is really pathetic and hateful..."
Wang Xiaoya hurriedly leaned over, and asked aloud with some worry: "Ye Chen, what's wrong with him?"
"He was fascinated by this painting."
Ye Chen smiled and said: "In other words, I was fascinated by Concubine Yang in this painting, and it seems that the time is not short. Not only did I lose my soul, but even my mind began to lose..."
"Then what will happen to him?"
"Remember what I told you earlier?"
Ye Chen responded indifferently: "His spirit will be absorbed by this painting little by little, and his normal physiological needs can be maintained at the beginning, but before long, he will be addicted to this painting forever. In the world, he will never get out, and his body will die..."
"will die?!"
Wang Xiaoya quickly pleaded: "Ye Chen, I beg you, save Hu Ming. I know you are not an ordinary person. With your magical powers, you can definitely save him, right?"
"What about this?"
Ye Chen smiled and said, "It's not too difficult to save him. Just enter the painting and find the soul he lost. However, if you want to cure it, you have to deal with this painting."
"Except for this painting, how to deal with it?"
"Burned."
Ye Chen smiled and said: "This painting has an unspeakable magical power. I am afraid that any man would be reluctant to burn it, but you women are different. Later, I will enter the world of painting, and you will light the painting in a quarter of an hour. , Remember, it's a quarter of an hour, which is fifteen minutes, don't mess up the time."
"Oh."
Wang Xiaoya took out a lighter a little nervously, but saw the ripples of air in front of her, and immediately Ye Chen had disappeared in place.
Pavilions, terraces and pavilions, luxurious and unparalleled, mountains and seas, jade dew and jelly, impressively dazzling.
Looking at Ye Chen again, he was already in the beautiful world of painting.
For others, if they want to enter this kind of painting world, they are restricted by the rules of the painting world, and they must get out of their bodies, but they cannot enter it physically.
But Ye Chen is different. With his existence, the transition between reality and emptiness is all in one thought.
and so……
He is totally immune to the rules of the world in this painting.
"Saburou, is that you?"
Standing in the palace of wealth, there was soon a beautiful and unparalleled woman in palace costume, Lianbu moved lightly: "You are finally back, do you know that your concubines have been waiting for you for a long time."
"is it?"
With a non-salty response, Ye Chen sat sideways at a table full of delicacies and wine, looking at the table, the marigold cup, the wine and delicacies on it, for others, it might be an irresistible temptation, but In his opinion, it was nothing more than a pile of paper dust. How could he be interested?
"Sabur, what's the matter with you? Are you unhappy? Why not have a drink? As the saying goes, when you are drunk, you can relieve your sorrow. When you are drunk, you can forget all your troubles.
Seeing Ye Chen's indifferent appearance to herself, Concubine Yang immediately stretched out her jade hand, lifted the jade jug, poured the wine in the jug into a jade cup, and handed it to Ye Chen: "Sanlang, please drink this cup." ."
"I have a bad stomach recently and I am giving up drinking."
What looks like wine in the glass is actually a drug of ecstasy, adding the drug of Concubine Yang's bone meal.
Although Ye Chen had drunk milk powder before, he obviously didn't dare to be interested in the high-end beverage like bone meal.
At the moment, he casually found a very lame reason, and refused Yang Guifei's toast.
"Stomach is not good, giggle, Saburo, you're really joking!"
Obviously, Concubine Yang did not believe in the crappy reason Ye Chen said casually. She lightly shook the jade cup in her hand, and the wine rippled, emitting a blurry light, full of temptation.
"Hey..."
With a dry laugh, Ye Chen took the wine glass in his hand and sniffed gently on the tip of his nose, feeling endlessly charming.
It's hard to resist in any case as an ordinary person.
But Ye Chen is not an ordinary person after all. His Dao heart is firm and he doesn't even shake. As soon as he changed his hands, he put down the wine glass in his hand and said quietly, "I want to watch you dance more than drinking."
Hearing this, Concubine Yang could not help being taken aback.
The man in front of him seemed a little different from the one she met before.
As soon as the men saw her, they couldn't wait to rush forward.
It will never be like the one in front of him, until now, there is still enough clarity in his eyes.
At the moment, Concubine Yang hurriedly bent down, picked up the jade cup full of wine on the table, and brought it to Ye Chen's mouth: "San Lang, this cup of wine was poured specifically for you by your concubine. If you don't drink it, you are disgusting. Concubine?"
Yang Yuhuan smiled and said, "Why not, if Saburo insists not to drink, then he will never leave his concubines. From now on, he will be here to accompany his concubines for life and generation."
"Ha ha!"
Replied with a chuckle, Ye Chen said quietly, "Okay, as long as you can keep me, no matter how long you want me to stay with you, I will be happy to accompany you."
"The gentleman makes a promise, don't change his daughter."
Between Yang Yuhuan's eyebrows and eyes, there was a charming smile.
She clapped her hands gently, and several court ladies filed in.
Immediately afterwards, the sound of various musical instruments came out.
After moving Lianbu lightly, Yang Yuhuan came to the court, turned his head to look at Ye Chen, his sleeves half covered his face, and he looked back and smiled.
The sound of music rises steadily, ups and downs for a moment, like a long flood of thousands of miles.
But when Yang Yuhuan heard the sound and danced, his sleeves were fluttering, he showed off his peerless dance, and the beauty of the country and the city was vividly displayed at this moment.
Looking at the Peerless Beauty Dance in the field, Ye Chen finally understood why there was a "riding Hongchen concubine laughing, no one knew it was lychee".
Originally thought it was just to satirize the emperor's indulging in female sex.
But now it seems that the fundamental reason is that this woman is so beautiful!
Even Ye Chen has to admit that in the face of such a stunning beauty, let alone an ordinary emperor, even an ordinary practitioner can hardly resist the temptation of beauty.
I have to admit that this concubine Yang Gui is simply tempting the dead without paying for her life.
Every movement of her, with a frown and a smile, can evoke a person's most primitive impulse, this is a naturally charming fairy!
After one tune, Yang Yuhuan also stopped dancing.
She led a group of court ladies to Ye Chen's body and looked at Ye Chen with a smile: "San Lang, the outside world is so hard and so troublesome. It's better for San Lang to stay here forever, with good wine and delicacies, and beautiful people as company. Are you happy?"
"From an ordinary man's point of view, this is indeed an excellent proposal that people cannot refuse, but..."
Ye Chen said haha, faintly said: "I just remembered, it's getting late, my mother should call me home for dinner."
"Ok?!"
Hearing this, Yang Yuhuan couldn't help but her face sank. She stared at Ye Chen fiercely, and she asked with a bit of disbelief in her mouth: "What are you talking about?"
"I said, you shouldn't be the back of your ears."
Ye Chen said angrily: "I don't want to say the same thing a second time. You'd better be conscious, otherwise don't blame me for ruining this painting."
"what did you say?!"
Yang Yuhuan's face changed suddenly.
Since she became this painting, more than a thousand years have passed, the years have passed relentlessly, and all the experiences have made her understand one thing.
That is, no man in this world can destroy this painting.
Because it can no longer be regarded as a painting, but the embodiment of human desire. As long as the desire of the human heart is immortal, it will always exist.
"It seems that you are really hard to hear!"
Ye Chen pretended to sigh: "Then I have to go even more, otherwise I will be with you. Wouldn't I have to repeat every sentence twice? This is too annoying..."
The look on Yang Yuhuan's face also changed again.
She really can't figure it out. Everyone who comes forward will be tempted by her, become her prey, indulge in the world in the painting, and stay with her until it dissipates completely.
But the one in front of me, why doesn't he play his cards according to the routine?
"San Lang, can't you stay? Stay for me?"
In desperation, Yang Yuhuan could only show a more and more pitiful appearance, looking at the aggrieved face, tears in the corners of his eyes, and trembling voices, this acting is absolutely incredible.
In the face of Yang Yuhuan like this, let alone ordinary people, even a successful cultivator would be hard to resist. If he is not careful, he will make mistakes and make mistakes. But it is a pity that at this moment, standing in front of Yang Yuhuan is Ye Chen, and the ending has been doomed from the beginning.
"found it!"
Without responding to Yang Yuhuan's plan, Ye Chen suddenly opened his mouth in surprise.
When he raised his hand, a huge absorbing force exploded, and between his fingers, it gathered into a miniature vortex, radiant and dazzling, slowly rotating, generating incalculable power. , Directly broke through the void of the painting world, formed a terrible dark passage, and came to a dark extreme.
It seems to be in an absolutely dark place, surrounded by mountain walls on all sides, blocking everything.
Ye Chen frowned, already knowing where it was.
"The mountain behind the palace... is Mount Fuji in Dongying!"
A sullen anger suddenly appeared in his heart. Ye Chen had already guessed that the existence of this ancient painting should be Dongying's plan against China.
Maybe it's just the simplest experiment, but it already made him feel angry!
"Should I find time to completely wipe Dongying from this world?"
In a world with demons and ghosts, gods, Buddhas, and immortals, sometimes it is not easy to destroy a mortal country.
After all, behind every country, there must be one, or several, powers of gods and demons.
If you want to destroy a country, you must first completely destroy the demons and spirits behind the country!
of course……
For Ye Chen, it is not difficult to completely erase the East of the world.
only.
Erasing a country, including countless mortal spirits in it, his own body of karma can bear.
But this clone, I'm afraid it will be "invited" out of this world by the will of the world!
The thought hanging in his heart had not yet made a decision, and Ye Chen was then attracted by the pure soul power that was blocked in the dark space before him.
The power of these pure souls all come from the people who have been seduced by Yang Yuhuan and settled in this world and died for more than a thousand years.
Some of them were ordinary people and some were practitioners. After Yang Yuhuan absorbed a lot of energy, their souls became weak and collapsed, and they eventually became the most primitive soul power. They were swallowed by this painting, and they were locked in the depths of the painting world.
For more than a thousand years, this painting has been circulating in the hands of different people, and it is unknown how many lives have been killed.
Therefore, this soul power is also quite impressive.
The most commendable thing is that after sufficient time of tempering, most of the soul power confined in the dark space is very pure and can be directly absorbed.
"Originally I just wanted to help Wang Xiaoya's classmates get back the lost soul, but I didn't expect that there would be unexpected gains..."
The power of the soul.
Whether it is used to accelerate cultivation, improve cultivation, or use it as currency, it is the equivalent of the universal world.
One can imagine the value of these soul powers.
With a thought in his heart, Ye Chen immediately gathered his five fingers together, and the power of swallowing exploded, directly absorbing all the soul power in the dark space.
Later, he saw Ye Chen clenching his hand, holding a wisp of soul in his palm, and turning to Yang Yuhuan and said, "The painting world is about to collapse. If you leave now, you still have time..."
"you?!"
Yang Yuhuan looked at Ye Chen incredulously: "Who are you? Why, you can still cast spells here? What have you done?"
Before the voice fell, I suddenly felt a rush of heat.
After that, a big fire broke out outside the hall, and the fire spread and rushed straight into the hall.
"Damn it! How dare you burn this painting?!"
Ye Chen said, "It's just a broken painting. If you burn it, it burns. What's so great, don't you go? I just collected the origin of this painting, and I have cut off your connection with this painting. Go quickly, remember not to harm people in the future."
Burning flames ignited the world in the painting, as if the end is approaching, the large tracts of Qionglou Yuyu collapsed one after another.
Only Ye Chen was left floating in the void that was about to break, holding a strand of remnant soul in his hand, and his whole person was like a and demon, exuding a palpitating breath!
"You wait, I will definitely come back again!"
Standing on the edge of the painting world, Yang Yuhuan had a ray of remnant soul, looking at Ye Chen standing proudly in the void, a strange color appeared in his eyes.
Then, the figure dissipated without a trace.
"Humph!"
With a chuckle, Ye Chen turned his eyes to look in the direction where Yang Yuhuan was disappearing.
In the next moment, his foot stepped out, the whole person was broken and empty, and he returned to the convenience store No. 444.
In the eyes, a cluster of flames jumped.
Wang Xiaoya was burning the painting, putting the ancient painting on fire in a metal basin, and a strange smell couldn't help radiating, and the whole 444 convenience store was flooded in an instant.
"Did it succeed? Have you recovered the ray of soul that Hu Ming had lost?"
Seeing Ye Chen appear in front of her out of thin air, Wang Xiaoya couldn't help being surprised.
"Nonsense, do you think I'm the kid Xia Dongqing? Is this a little trouble, it's rare to hold me?"
Angrily responded, Ye Chen also casually knocked Hu Ming's remnant soul back into his body.
As if waking up from a big dream, Hu Ming slowly opened his eyes, and asked with a doubtful voice: "Where...what is this place? Why am I here?"
"Hu Ming, you finally wake up!"
Upon seeing this, Wang Xiaoya hurriedly yelled in surprise, and hurriedly jumped in front of the other party: "That's great, do you know who I am?"
"Are you... Wang Xiaoya?"
Taking back the lost wisp of remnant soul, plus that the ancient painting has been destroyed, and the source of the confusing mind is no longer there, Wu Ming really wakes up.
Although he hasn't recovered completely yet, he has suffered a concussion almost like an ordinary person.
As long as you rest for a few days, there will be no major problems.
