The moment he entered the painting, Li Qingshan saw a white world. He could not tell the sky from the ground. It seemed to be boundless, yet it also seemed to be as narrow as a cage. He knew he was trapped in the painting.
He frowned instinctively and discovered that he could not move at all. He could not even perform the simplest actions. What made him happy was that he could still use daemon qi and activate his innate ability. He immediately unleashed the Tremors of the Ox Demon in an attempt to tear the painting apart from the inside.
On the painting paper, streaks of black ink spread from his body, interweaving into the shape of cracks before quickly disappearing.
In this world in the painting, his most destructive magical power was turned into a harmless animation. The laws of how the world operated, as well as the way it existed, had been fundamentally changed. A new set of laws had been introduced.
It was not hard to imagine that even if he used the flames of the phoenix, he would not be able to burn the painting. At most, there would be a cluster of flame-like ink to indicate that it was burning.
"Could this be the so-called two-dimensional world? This doesn't feel good at all! " Li Qingshan, who was trapped in a difficult situation, did not panic. Instead, he felt a strange sense of novelty, sighing in admiration at this wondrous move.
Mo Yu examined the North Moon in the painting in delight. There was nothing more delightful than seeing his enemy reduced to a tiny painting like this. He looked towards the west, at Gu Yanying in the pavilion.
Yanying, do you see this? I've won this battle! You may be the smartest girl I've ever seen, but not everything can be predicted.
North Moon was just too fast. Mo Yu had no confidence in sweeping him into the painting at all. He had to endure for a long time before grasping the opportunity to secure victory.
Li Qingshan examined this white world quietly and gradually discovered that it was not pure white. Instead, it was slightly yellowish, like an ancient painting that had experienced time.
Ptooey, isn't that obvious? This is a painting in the first place!
He cursed in his heart. Suddenly, he discovered that there were some white figures in this white world. They were much fairer than the yellowish surroundings. He could vaguely make out that it was a bird standing on a bamboo.
Could this be something from a painting in the past? Birds. Bamboo … "Li Qingshan suddenly thought of the black bamboo flute that Mo Yu had played." Could that bird be a crow, and the one that was trapped in the painting was Mo Yu? No, he was not trapped, but he was a painting! I see, I see! "
It's no wonder he can endure my attacks time and time again. Logically speaking, with my current strength and the destructive power of the Tremors of the Ox Demon, any Daemon Commander would be smashed to pulp if they took a hit from me. But he was safe and sound. Rather than saying that his original form was a crow, it would be more accurate to say that he was a blob of ink. He did not have any flesh, blood, bones, brain, or heart, so he did not have any vital points. Even if the body is shattered, it can heal again! "
Li Qingshan thought of this, but it did not seem to be of much help to his predicament. Now was not the time to think about the content of the painting, but how to get out of the painting. He had to get himself moving first.
It was fine if it was a 2D animation, but it was still an anime!
However, whenever he wanted to move his body with great strength, he would feel like his bones and tendons were firmly pinned to the spot by an omnipresent power. He could not even contract his muscles.
The only thing worth rejoicing over was that Mo Yu said he would take him back to the Ink sea for the dragon king to deal with. As it seemed, the painting could only seal, but it could not attack the sealed target from outside. This was rather similar to the Demon Suppression Tower.
That made sense, or the painting would be ridiculously powerful. All Mo Yu had to do was move behind him and take advantage of when he was not using the painting. Then, wouldn't even Daemon Kings be at his mercy?
He did not know that Mo Yu was currently hesitating as well. As the painting was his lifebound item, he could obviously enter the painting and launch an attack. However, the strength that the North Moon had demonstrated Just Now left him shaken.
Li Qingshan would not just sit there obediently. He silently mobilized the power of the spirit turtle and began analysing the painting.
On the painting, he rippled and vanished at the edge of the paper. He gradually came to a slight understanding. The shackles did not come from the painting, but from himself. He was still rather "adapted" to the life of the person in the painting. This adaptation was not a habit, but an understanding of the laws.
Hmm, what's this?
"Give up. All struggles are futile. Today is the day you die."
Mo Yu's eyes were pitch-black like ink. His voice was hoarse and unpleasant, filled with a deathly stillness. He used his two great innate abilities, the Gaze of Death and the Death Bringer Curse. He decided to weaken the North Moon outside the painting first. If he could extinguish his will to live, that would be for the best.
Li Qingshan's frozen eyes suddenly swiveled around, meeting Mo Yu's gaze. He also saw the world outside the painting. He blinked his eyes at first before his entire face became animated. He showed an expression of disdain as he opened and closed his mouth.
"Mo Yu, stop wasting your efforts. And I had thought you were some kind of daemon, but it turns out you're just a blob of ink. This must be your final move! Heh, what's so difficult about breaking free from this painting? "
Mo Yu was alarmed. He never thought he would actually adapt so quickly. He immediately dismissed the thought of entering the painting. The world in the painting was his home ground, able to suppress him in various ways, but he really did not want to clash with the North Moon anymore. It was better to take him back to the Ink sea and deal with him!
"Stop talking nonsense. Do you think you can break free from the painting just because you've adapted to the laws of the painting?"
"There are plenty of ways to break free. Let's try this move first!"
An incomplete sword suddenly appeared in Li Qingshan's hand. It was pitch-black like ink. He moved as well, swinging it gently at Mo Yu. A sharp strand of sword Qi shot out from the paper.
"This is!"
Mo Yu was not afraid of Li Qingshan's punch, but his expression changed when he saw the sword Qi. He dodged in a hurry. However, in his haste, a sword mark was left on his pale face. Black blood flowed from it, and it did not heal even after a long time.
This incomplete black sword was the sword Qi that Li Qingshan had cultivated in his body after refining the Three Absolutes Calligraphy. After refining the Ocean Pearl, this sword Qi had become even more condensed. It was originally just a sword Qi, but Li Qingshan, who was in the painting, was able to grasp it in his hand and swing it like a real sword.
When he was analyzing this painting scroll, Li Qingshan unexpectedly discovered a familiar mark. It was a mark left behind by the person who had drawn the painting. This painting and the Three Absolutes Calligraphy actually came from the same source. Naturally, he thought of the incomplete sword Qi in his body.
The strike worked, and Li Qingshan laughed aloud. The incomplete sword in his hand turned into streaks of ink, like a well-made ink animation. Sword qi shot out.
Every time a strand of sword Qi left the paper and became a real sword Qi, Li Qingshan understood a little more. Although it was a little sudden to be sealed into the second dimension from the third dimension, it was not impossible to escape from this second dimension.
Now, he understood at least three things. First, Mo Yu was probably the work of the Five Absolutes Immortal, which was why he was restrained by the incomplete sword in his hand. If that was the case, could it be that the Dragon King Of The Sea was also an object in the painting?
Second, as long as he destroyed this painting scroll, he would be able to heavily injure Mo Yu. If he could refine this scroll, he might even have a chance to control him. This painting could be considered a treasure, and he could even use it to threaten the Dragon King Of The Sea. However, the chances of this were not high.
Third, the Five Absolutes Immortal was f * cking awesome. It was no wonder brother ox had praised the incomplete Three Absolutes Calligraphy that was merely a spiritual artifact. Of course, he had only said something along the lines of "this junior has some potential".
Strands of sword Qi shot out from the painting, and Mo Yu was clearly in an extremely miserable shape. As long as he was locked onto by the sword intent, the sword Qi would pursue him endlessly. He could only block, not dodge. If it were any other Daemon Commander, blocking these strands of sword Qi would be no problem at all, but he was restrained by the sword Qi. Every strand of sword Qi that landed on him would definitely leave behind a wound.
As a result, he was caught between a rock and a hard place. He was outside the painting, so he could not directly attack Northmoon. All of his attacks would be converted into ink when they landed on the scroll. This was a law the painter had set down to protect his painting. After all, the painting had never been used to seal up enemies. The only exception was if there was a power that surpassed this law. However, that would directly destroy the painting, which was something Mo Yu could not accept.
If he rolled up the painting scroll, it probably would not take long for it to be torn apart, allowing North Moon to escape. Mo Yu knew how the Three Absolutes Calligraphy had been torn into so many pieces in the past.
All he could do was hope that the incomplete sword in North Moon's hand would run out of energy, so he could immediately roll up the painting scroll and bring it back to the Ink sea for the dragon king to deal with.
As he constantly swung it, the incomplete sword in Li Qingshan's hand indeed became shorter and shorter. In the end, only the hilt remained. After all, it was only condensed from sword Qi, so it was not infinite.
Before Mo Yu could even catch his breath, Li Qingshan fished out another true Three Absolutes Calligraphy. The incomplete sword in his hand immediately returned to its original state, becoming even more condensed and sharp. As long as his spiritual qi did not run out, he could keep swinging it until he tore through the painting scroll.
"Oh no!"
Mo Yu also understood who had killed his subordinates during the Exhibition Matches of the Nine Prefectures and stolen the Three Absolutes Calligraphy. When he thought of Gu Yanying's warning, he was tempted to let go of North Moon and leave.
However, when he thought of North Moon's various mockery, he made up his mind. He also took out a Three Absolutes Calligraphy and leaped into the painting.
The uncontrolled painting scroll floated towards the surface of the lake. In the Storm Pavilion, Gu Yanying's eyes were like an eagle's as she stared at the scene in the painting. Each of them held an ink sword and engaged in an intense battle. Clusters of ink danced and danced on the yellowed paper. Their figures overlapped and separated at times.
Mo Yu naturally understood the laws of the painting better than Li Qingshan. He could even use the painting scroll to suppress Li Qingshan. This was the reason why he dared to leap into the painting and easily gained the upper hand.
Si Bao kept turning her head, wanting to see the front of the painting scroll clearly. "Sister, who will win?"
Gu Yanying sighed. "The outcome has been decided!"
The painting scroll floated along with the night wind and finally could not resist the pull of gravity. Just as it was about to fall into the water, Mo Yu suddenly broke free from the painting. His body was covered with wounds and his brows were tightly furrowed. The ink sword in his hand had disappeared. He clutched his chest with one hand and grabbed the painting scroll with the other. With a forceful shake, Li Qingshan was flung out of the painting. He bit a Three Absolutes Calligraphy in his mouth and held another Three Absolutes Calligraphy in his left hand.
Mo Yu immediately spread his black wings and tried to escape. His hand tightened and he turned around to see that Li Qingshan was holding onto the other painting scroll.
Mo Yu roared, "Let go!"
Li Qingshan smiled. "Don't even think about it!"
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