The giant palm slammed down and hit Baili Qing Kong's back, but he did not move at all. As he tilted his head to the side, a black ripple appeared in the void behind him.
The ripple rotated as if it was grinding ink, and as expected, ink spilled out.
The ink quickly crawled up the Titan's body. Baili Qing Kong turned around and took out a pen, dipped it in the vortex, and then threw it out. Drops of ink fell on the void around the Titan's body, as if they were thrown on a canvas, flowing in a zigzag manner.
The Titan bared its terrifying fangs and roared at Baili Qing Kong, but it suddenly realized that it could not move. As it struggled violently, the hazy haze around it seemed to gradually fade away, revealing its true form.
Or rather, it did not know what was real at all.
What appeared behind the Titan was a canvas that completely contained its huge body. In the canvas, it seemed to have really become something in the painting, gradually changing into the appearance of an ink painting.
This transformation process, in the eyes of the crowd, was even more terrifying than the Titan's monstrous strength. Because if you were killed by the Titan, even if your body was not whole and your face was beyond recognition, there would still be some minced meat left, proving that you once existed in this world. And the living Titan gradually turning into an ink painting, it was even more chilling.
Baili Qing Kong laughed loudly and leaped into the sky. He took the brush and drew the clouds and rain on the canvas, sketching out mountains, rivers, flowers, birds, trees, fish, and insects as the background of the Titan. During this process, the Titan's struggle became weaker and weaker, until it finally solidified into the king of the jungle, and the painting was completed.
He flipped over and landed on the ground, throwing out the last drop of ink on the brush. "Brush Knife of Spring and Autumn."
The last drop of ink just happened to outline the shape of a seal in the blank space of the canvas.
Then the canvas began to shrink, and when it reached a normal size, it automatically rolled up and tied up, lightly falling into Baili Qing Kong's hands.
"This is for you, study it well." He threw it to Yu Qiuyu.
Yu Qiuyu was stunned at first, then he shook his head, wanting to return it to Baili Qing Kong.
There was nothing special about this painting, but it was drawn by Baili Qing Kong.
Everyone in the Immortal World knew how exquisite Baili Qingkong's paintings were. Every painting was worth more than ten thousand gold coins. The greater value of the painting lay in the fact that the person who obtained it would obtain detailed information about the object in the painting.
For example, if one wanted to know a person's exact cultivation level, one only needed to draw that person into a painting, and the person holding the painting would be able to know the details of that person. The same went for the Meteorite Beast.
Baili Qing Kong said indifferently, "If I'm not wrong, the Worship Sect's target is also the Veteran General. I'm going to help your Eldest Senior Brother now. If you don't accept me, you will all die when the Titan appears again."
Yu Qiuyu frowned, but he still accepted it. "I owe you one."
"Suit yourself."
Next, Baili Qingkong quickly dealt with the Star Meteor Beasts blocking their way. Then, she asked the Sky Sword disciples to escort the hunting team away and went to the core battlefield.
…
"Everyone, this is as far as we can send you."
The two groups of Sky Sword disciples escorted the hunting team to the periphery of the beast tide. A Sky Sword disciple stood up and cupped his fists. "Take care on the way back. If possible, please inform the Bad Faction to prepare against the beast tide."
His face was covered in blood. From his eyes, it could be seen that he was feeling great sorrow for his dead comrades, but he forced himself to endure it.
All of this shook Ba Jin deeply. "Why do we have to prepare against the beast tide?"
"Don't ask." The Sky Sword disciple went back to kill the beasts.
Ba Jin could not help but shout, "You, you're not going to rest?"
"My senior and junior brothers are still fighting, how can we stay here!"
Ba Jin stared at their backs and fell into deep thought.
Slowly, he sat down on a large rock.
Guo Shisheng walked over and asked concernedly, "Master, what's wrong?"
Ba Jin shook his head and suddenly shouted, "Brother Cao, Brother Huang."
Cao Da and Huang Mengji looked at him coldly, "What?"
"Every one of us," Ba Jin pointed at them, and then at himself, "are always envious of the Confucian orthodoxy disciples. They don't lack techniques, they don't lack treasures, they are always glamorous and high up …"
"What do you want to say?" Cao Da interrupted him.
Ba Jin said, "You heard it, White Water City may be in trouble, we can't count on the Court Of Sword's support in time. As a member of White Water City, can't we do our part?"
"You, a disabled person?" Cao Da sneered.
"I, Old Ba, am serious!" Ba Jin said solemnly, "The Confucian orthodoxy disciples enjoy a good life, but also shoulder the same responsibility. This is why we were sent out, but they continue to fight inside."
Everyone looked at each other.
Guo Shisheng opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out.
"Save it, you're going to die," Huang Mengji said coldly.
"I, Old Ba, have a clear distinction between kindness and hatred. I got my life by accident, I don't care about it!" Ba Jin stood up.
"Let this fool die!" Cao Da spat, turned around and shouted, "If you want to die, follow him. If you don't, follow me!"
Most of the people followed Cao Da.
Only a small number of people looked back and forth between Huang Mengji and Ba Jin. In the end, only two people followed behind Ba Jin, expressing their attitude.
Guo Shisheng was not among them.
Ba Jin was disappointed, but he didn't show it. He resolutely walked back, "You can call me stupid, call me stupid, I won't force you. But if I retreat today, I will be restrained when facing the Star Fallen Beasts in the future. Besides … "
His staggering footsteps suddenly stopped. "Plus, this is a war between humans and Star Fallen Beasts!"
Hearing the last sentence, everyone was shocked.
"Master, I'll go with you!" Guo Shisheng's chest was surging with hot blood. He finally threw away all his worries and followed behind Ba Jin.
Huang Mengji murmured, "From the moment I met this guy, I knew that nothing good would happen …" Then, with a frown, he lowered his head and followed.
Cao Da stopped and panted heavily. Suddenly, he gritted his teeth and smashed a tree with his fist. "Damn it, if I die, then I die!"
…
When Yan Li opened his eyes, he felt the pain all over his body miraculously lessen. He moved his right wrist and found that the wound had healed at some point. There was only a slight pain left, and it didn't affect his grip on the sword anymore.
"You're awake. Lie down and rest for a while."
Yan Li looked in the direction of the voice and saw a short young man holding a medicine pot and grinding something. There was a small medicine stove hanging over the fire, bubbling.
"You are?" he asked in surprise.
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