Primordial Ancient Snake

"What happened? What happened? What happened?"

The bandit leader was stunned all of a sudden, he didn't know what happened, and he didn't know what happened. He just felt a great crisis.

"Dragon, there are nine dragons running out of the painting."

A robber was so frightened that he couldn't help shouting. He had never seen such a bizarre thing in his life.

"what?!"

The bandit leader wanted to say something at first, but when he looked up, he immediately saw one of the dragons appearing in front of him. The huge dragon head stared at him expressionlessly, as if a god in the sky was looking at a mortal. .

His heart sank, he was so flustered and terrified that he could hardly say anything.

But before he could say anything, or even take any action, the "643" Tianlong opened his mouth wide and devoured him in one bite.

With a click, the bandit leader also entered the belly of the Tianlong, and was completely corroded, leaving no bones left.

"Ah, ah, help, help, help us.

"Don't dare, don't dare, don't dare again, please forgive us.

"Run away, run away quickly, there are monsters here."

Many robbers couldn't help shouting, and ran away desperately. The Taoism they practiced was of no use to the nine-headed dragon, nor was it useful

They were so frightened that they fled in all directions, never daring to hurt Wu Daozi's family again.

But this is of no use at all, as soon as the nine-headed dragon comes out, all the robbers are eaten in one bite, just a breath of time, these robbers are all dead.

"Sanggong, what happened here?"

Wu Daozi's wife and children were all in a daze. They thought they were doomed, they must die under the knife of these robbers, and the whole family was reunited under Yellow Springs.

But now a nine-headed dragon flew out of the painting and ate all the robbers, saving their lives.

They were both afraid and grateful to look at the nine-headed dragon flying out of the sky.

Because they don't know whether these Tianlong are enemies or friends, and whether they will be detrimental to them.

"I don't know, but I feel that they are not enemies, but friends."

Wu Daozi, the saint of painting, feels very strange now. He feels that all the paintings he has made seem to come alive at the moment, and the creatures he draws are condensed into real creatures on the paintings.

And the nine-headed dragon flying in the sky is like a creature created by himself, that is, his own child, and has an extraordinary connection with him.

So he could feel that the nine-headed dragon didn't have any malice, it just flew out of the painting to protect himself purely because he sensed the danger of owning it.

whoosh whoosh!!!

In the next second, the nine-headed heavenly dragons seemed to sense something, and seemed to have exhausted their strength. They circled a few times in the sky, and plunged into the original picture scroll.

It's as if nothing happened just now.

"Sanggong, these paintings seemed to come to life just now?"

Wu Daozi's wife was amazed.

In fact, in this world where gods are prosperous, immortals are rampant, and ascetics are raining like rain, they have long seen similar things. They often see immortals flying around.

So even if there are creatures flying out of the painting, it is not particularly strange.

"Yes, it is indeed alive, I feel as if I have acquired an incredible ability.

Wu Daozi, the saint of painting, was amazed. He felt that he seemed to have entered a way of practice, which was different from any previous way of practice. This is the avenue of painting, the avenue of drawing.

Vaguely, he seemed to see a supreme divine beast in the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness, densely packed pictures appeared on the opponent's body, as if it was the original Genichi of the Dao of Pictures.

"Worship me as a teacher, get my way, and pass it on for me."

Immediately, bursts of chaotic voices sounded in the depths of his sea of ​​consciousness, vibrating and buzzing continuously.

And this kind of voice seems to be transmitted from such a supreme beast, containing the sound of origin, unfathomable, as if it contains endless power of origin.

"Yes, master."

Wu Daozi, the saint of painting, couldn't help but prostrate on the ground. He didn't know that he had obtained a certain earth-shattering ancient inheritance. From then on, he, a powerless painter, could have the ability to compare with immortals.

On the other hand, near this courtyard, bull-headed horse faces appeared in the underworld. They frowned and looked at Wu Daozi and others who were still alive.

"Strange, according to the records in the book of life and death, Wu Daozi's family died under the knife of robbers today, so I was ordered to come and arrest their souls, but now they are alive."

Niutou frowned, it felt that the scene in front of it was completely different from what was recorded in the book of life and death.

"Obviously, there is a certain ancient Power who fell in love with Wu Daozi and changed his fate. It's nothing to be surprised about." Ma Mian shook his head and said.

"Can fate be changed so easily?"

Niutou asked.

"Of course fate can't be changed so easily. Only by the appearance of beings much stronger than oneself can one change one's mortal fate." Ma Mian said in a deep voice, "However, there have been many mortals recently, but none of them died. The records of life-and-death struggles also began to appear chaotic.

It frowned, with a serious look on its face.

"What does it mean?"

Niutou couldn't help asking.

"It means that the world is about to be in chaos, and some ancient powers have taken action, disrupting the trajectory of fate [that's why there are so many things that are different from the records of life and death."

Ma Mian said in a deep voice.

"Disturbed the trajectory of fate? What should we do? Do we need to go back and report to Lord King Yama?"

Hearing this, Niutou was shocked.

"Of course it needs to be reported."

Ma Mian said: "However, Lord King Yama knew about this kind of thing a long time ago. A Chaos Demon God like Lord King Yama probably cannot hide anything that happens in the mortal world from him, but even in 5.0, we still need to report it. Because it's our job.

"If the world is about to be in chaos, what should we do?"

Niutou was worried.

"It doesn't matter, we are the jailers of The Underworld, relying on the underworld behind us, even if there is a big chaos, it will only be a chaos in the mortal world, and it will not affect our underworld at all, but maybe disasters will come in the future, countless souls will die, and there will be countless souls who will enter the world soon. Among Samsara." Ma Mian said helplessly.

It was originally a jailer of the underworld, and it belonged to the dead, so naturally it would not worry that it would continue to die again.

And such mutations naturally occur in all parts of the world. Countless painters have discovered that they have started to possess all kinds of unimaginable abilities, which can turn the creatures on the paintings into real ones, reaching the Realm of turning fakes into real ones. .