Supreme Emperor of Swords - Chapter 1097

[Chapter 1097 The world in the painting]

Ding Honglei frowned, as if everything in front of her was beyond her expectations.

“Let’s move on.” She observed it carefully with the compass-like utensil that she had been holding, and still looked for the direction, and walked forward with everyone.

Ding Hao thought for a while, then rushed forward to stand shoulder to shoulder with Ding Honglei, and said, “This time, I will lead the way with Lord Ding.”

He did not speak out about his findings, so as not to trigger any unnecessary depression.

Ding Honglei glanced at him, thoughtfully, without saying anything, nodded and continued on.

Ding Hao’s consciousness covered like a tide, carefully observed the surrounding terrain, and finally even closed his eyes. He was no longer confused by what his eyes saw.

After a stick of incense.

“stop!”

Ding Hao spoke suddenly, a thoughtful look on his face.

Ding Hong gave Ding Hao a teary look, not knowing what happened, but she still waved her hand and everyone stopped.

“The situation is a bit wrong. Everyone is lined up, and everyone gathers one step. Don’t make any deviations. Follow me, and the snake will march forward.” Ding Hao said.

Everyone looked at him, and then looked at the road ahead, with puzzled expressions on their faces.

There is a soft grassy beach in front of it. It looks smooth and soothing. There is no energy fluctuation of the formation pattern, and there is no dangerous atmosphere, but I don’t know why Ding Hao suddenly said such a thing?

Ding Hao did not explain.

He picked up his toes, and a fist-sized stone flew up and landed three meters away. With a slight sway of the void, the stone disappeared without a trace in an instant, and he didn’t know where it went. Just like smashing and decomposing into the most primitive matter, the whole process does not have the slightest spatial fluctuation, which is too strange.

This time everyone’s face changed.

With their eyesight, they couldn’t even see the whereabouts of the stone, and there was no lawful aura flowing, which was a bit terrifying. Even if they searched frantically, they couldn’t tell what happened.

“Listen to Ding Hao.” Ding Honglei frowned.

Others no longer object.

Although he didn’t know what happened, Ding Hao obviously found something that they couldn’t see or feel. It must be a very terrifying existence to be able to hide from the perception of so many gods.

According to Ding Hao’s guidance, everyone lined up and walked forward step by step. Almost everyone stepped on Ding Hao’s footsteps. No abnormality was found. The breeze carries the scent of grass.

After about half a stick of incense, Ding Hao exhaled a turbid breath, and then slowly said: “Okay, it’s alright.”

The crowd relaxed.

Song Que looked at Ding Hao suspiciously and said, “Third brother, did you find something?”

Ding Hao nodded and said, “It’s unclear for the time being, but everything we see and perceive in front of us doesn’t seem to be the real thing, a phantom array that can almost completely deceive any of our perceptions, with a huge murderous intention hidden behind it. ”

Everyone was shocked when they heard this.

They are all top-level existences in the Northern Territory Continent, and there are also some formation masters among them, but they have not seen any clues. If it wasn’t for Ding Hao’s reminder just now, maybe someone has mistakenly entered the illusion formation and paid the price.

Ding Hao breathed a sigh of relief and continued to release and even perceive.

In the feedback of divine sense, there is no beautiful scenery like flowers, birds, fish and insects around.

Everything is a near-real illusion.

The environment where everyone is located has always been the gloomy environment of [Hungry Ghost Dao]. Before passing through a place like a single-plank bridge that is tens of thousands of meters long, surrounded by abyss, the black aura is surging, and the dark power is suffocating. , It seems that it can suppress the power of everyone. Everyone can’t see such a real picture. Once one accidentally steps out of the range of the single-plank bridge, he will definitely be instantly involved in the dark power and instantly shattered.

After passing this single-plank bridge, and going forward, it is a trap road with black flames constantly spewing out.

That black flame can burn the soul, enough to pose a threat to the powerhouse of the gods.

And all this only Ding Hao can see.

It seems that this can no longer be explained in terms of strength, and even the difference in divine consciousness cannot explain all of this. [Sheng Zi Jue] is indeed the first practice method for cultivating divine consciousness in ancient times, but some other middle-level divine realm powerhouses cultivate divine consciousness. The power of consciousness is of course unique and rare, but he can’t see what Ding Hao sees.

“Perhaps it has something to do with [Reincarnation Sky Plate]?”

Ding Hao pondered in his heart.

He closed his eyes and was not bothered by his vision. He used his divine sense to open the way and led the crowd to a journey full of black flame traps.

The surrounding environment is terrifying enough to threaten the powerhouse of the gods.

For the next half-day, Ding Hao searched with his spiritual sense, and passed through many traps and secret killer moves. During this process, there were several times when several spiritual powerhouses doubted Ding Hao’s statement and tried it on their own. After being slightly injured, the others realized that they and others had really passed through an extremely dangerous environment.

It was not until a full six hours later that Ding Hao let out a long breath.

“Okay, we seem to be out of the danger zone.” Ding Hao slowly opened his eyes.

The other people’s dangling hearts finally let go.

The scene that appeared in front of them at this time was no longer the fairyland scene of green trees, grass, spirit beasts and gentle breeze. It returned to the typical scene of the gray and yellow sand of the Hungry Ghost Dao, which was different from the poor scene of the hungry ghost Dao before. The difference is that on the ground in the distance, mountains began to rise and fall. An ancient riverbed-like avenue led to the continuous mountains. There was a strong wind whistling, rolling up the dusty yellow sand in the sky!

This avenue is full of quaint atmosphere.

I don’t know what time it was walked by, and the avenue seems to lead to the sky. Two of the ruts are very clear and obvious, like the traces engraved on the stone slabs. A picture of a skinny horse pulling a tattered carriage through here…

A young man in a snow-white Confucian uniform stood quietly on this avenue, blocking everyone’s way.

He was very quiet, with a huge drawing board in front of him, and he was drawing with his head down.

Because he lowered his head, he was covered by the drawing board, and everyone could not see his face, but the temperament of forgetting the vicissitudes of life made people think that this must be a young and handsome scholar, a talented person with a splendid belly. The article can describe the romantic figures of thousands of avenues.

“I didn’t expect you to come out unscathed. It really surprised me.” The young man in Confucian clothing said without raising his head. His voice was indifferent and calm, but there was a kind of vicissitudes and helplessness that could not be concealed. This tone contained too many complicated emotions.

“You are the second gatekeeper? You are…” Ding Honglei finally understood something, looked at the young man in Confucian clothing, and said in amazement: “You are one of the twelve secret envoys. ?”

“If you can walk out of my painting, I won’t kill you, you can leave.” The young man in Confucian clothing was reluctant to say more, as if he would delay his painting if he said more, he didn’t move, and his body and the drawing board moved gently. On the side of the avenue, give way.

Ding Honglei didn’t ask any more questions, she made a look to everyone, and set foot on this vicissitudes of life and strange road.

It was only then that everyone understood that this young man of Confucianism was also one of the twelve secret envoys.

Ding Hao couldn’t help but look back when passing the young man in Confucian clothing.

When his eyes fell on his drawing board, Ding Hao was stunned for a moment, and then he understood something – the huge drawing board painted different small pictures, which were incomparably clear and lifelike like photos. It’s all about yourself and others.

“Those pictures are so familiar…that’s…”

Ding Hao was shocked to find that the content of each picture was when his group passed through the dangerous area before, especially the pictures of himself walking in front of others with his eyes closed.

Everything on the screen is like a reproduction of the previous experience.

No, not a reproduction.

Ding Hao suddenly realized that it was the place where he and others had walked. Those traps and threats that were invisible to the naked eye and spiritual sense were all painted by the young man in Confucian clothing, the world he created with his brush. As for himself and others, he just walked around the world in his paintings.

What kind of magic is this?

The dangers that everyone encountered before were all drawn to us by this young man in Confucian clothing?

No wonder he said before that he won’t kill anyone who can walk out of his paintings… It’s really scary, what kind of cultivation is this? The fate of the people in the painting is like a god who dominates everything!

If it weren’t for the strange situation that appeared on his own body, if his spiritual sense could see through the falsehood, then this young man in Confucian clothing [Sky Painting Dark Envoy] could have played dozens of god-level powerhouses with applause, and maybe someone could finally create Out of the world in the painting, but it will definitely pay a high price.

Just when Ding Hao saw the picture, the young man in Confucian clothing suddenly turned his head and glanced at Ding Hao.

“You can actually see through my paintings?” With scarlet eyes and a face filled with black energy, he was indeed a supreme powerhouse who cultivated the power of darkness. He was very similar to the dead [Destroyer of Darkness]. His bloody eyes were on Ding Hao. It seemed that there was a little doubt and confusion.

Ding Hao did not answer.

The moment he turned around and passed by, he swept to the picture scroll that [Sky Painting Dark Envoy] was creating.

This is the last painting on the petals of the young man in Confucian clothing.

This painting is only a few strokes, but it vividly outlines Ding Hao’s back – it’s just a back, there is no other scene or environment on the white paper, the pen held by the young man in the Confucian clothing can’t be dropped for a long time, it seems that For a while, he didn’t know what kind of environment he should draw Ding Hao in.

Ding Hao and the others finally crossed the [Tianhua Secret Envoy] and walked towards the distant mountains.

“That’s the real central reincarnation area of Hungry Ghost Dao’s core.” Ding Honglei breathed a sigh of relief, her expression was much more relaxed, she unexpectedly passed the level of [Tianhua Secret Envoy], and there will definitely be no more guards in the future. , Reincarnation Immortal Fate is in this mountain, and I can still see those few people, my mission is about to be completed, and everything that follows is left to fate to judge.