The throne of God is waiting for me

room, disappeared in front of the two.

The ancient scroll on the wall also slowly disappeared.

Xu Bin, who was left behind, smiled bitterly. He had expected the other party's rejection, but he didn't expect that both the person and the painting disappeared in the blink of an eye.

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On the street, Xiao Wang walked step by step.

The snow-white long gown that was completely different from the modern style, the black hair as black as crow feathers, the pale and handsome appearance and his noble and cold temperament... This strange combination should have attracted countless people's attention.

But at this moment, everyone who saw him naturally turned their eyes away from him, and their expressions did not change at all, as if there was an invisible obstacle there.

There was a commotion on the street, and the quiet crowd suddenly became chaotic. A terrified voice rang in the crowd: "Ah, there is a ghost! There is a ghost!"

Then a man in a suit, who looked quite smart and capable, stumbled over. On his shoulder, at an angle that ordinary people could not see, a bloody baby was lying there quietly, gnawing at his flesh and blood.

The crowd was in chaos, and some people couldn't help but curse in a low voice. Xiao Wang glanced at the baby and saw the abnormal black air on the other party and the non-human outline on the face.

... This world is really chaotic. After the spiritual energy revived, all kinds of messy things came out.

Xiao Wang stretched out his hand and grabbed the man in the suit's shoulder.

The baby-like thing turned into a black air, which was sucked by Xiao Wang, and condensed into a sticky ball of wool, floating in the air above his palm.

The black wool ball made a weird "嘤嘤" sound, which seemed to be flattering, and seemed to be begging for mercy.

Xiao Wang stretched out his finger in disgust and flicked it in the air. The black wool ball flew out with a "snap", hit the wall on the street and bounced a few times, and then bounced back again, floating beside Xiao Wang.

"Resentment... or ghost energy?"

The black wool ball was pulled into wisps of black air again, and Xiao Wang took a serious look.

Wisps of black air gathered again, and the black wool ball shrunk into a ball with a "hum".

"Big brother, can you give it back to me?" A little girl suddenly walked up to Xiao Wang, pointed at the black wool ball with her finger, and tilted her head.

Xiao Wang glanced at her and said in a flat tone: "Okay, I'll give it back to you."

The black wool ball suddenly flew out and hit the little girl's face directly, and countless black air drilled into her seven orifices uncontrollably.

Her whole image changed drastically, turning into a gloomy female ghost in a red dress, but the black air was wandering in her soul like a worm, making her look particularly hideous. After a while, the female ghost's soul completely dissipated under the erosion of the black air.

"It's a bit similar to the method of ghost cultivation, but it's too naive and too rough."

Just using a little trick casually, the other party was easily backfired. Xiao Wang, who once served as the master of the magic way in the cultivation world, made a light comment.

As the power of the soul continued to spread, he gradually realized that various supernatural powers were spreading between heaven and earth.

"Hidden practitioners, sealed ghosts, declining immortals..."

Originally, Xiao Wang, who only wanted to be a mural quietly, and concentrate on understanding the laws of this world and improving his realm, suddenly became a little curious about this world.

Chapter 63 Fairy in the Painting 3

Soon after Xiao Wang left, Xu Bin reported what had happened before. Whether it was Xiao Wang's mysterious identity as a painting spirit, or his ability to easily turn a supernatural person into an ordinary person, it was enough to cause a strong sensation.

A university in the capital of Xia Kingdom.

The door of a classroom was pushed open, and Chu Chiyuan, who was about to prepare for class, was called to the office in the name of the dean, but he met a member of the Supernatural Management Bureau in a black uniform.

"I heard that your family is a descendant of Chu Taizu?"

When Chu Chiyuan heard this question, he had a bad feeling. Some memories from his childhood flashed through his mind. His face turned pale and he shook his head vigorously: "No, not really. We are just distant relatives. If we really want to trace the origin, which of his brothers is the ancestor?"

"Then do you still remember the flying fairy painting by Chu Taizu? It is said that..."

"No, I don't know." Chu Chiyuan suddenly stood up and waved his hand fiercely to interrupt the black uniform. Every part of his body language was full of resistance. "The painting has been bought by someone else."

Seeing him like this, the black uniform who was originally doing his job suddenly softened his tone, a kind smile appeared on his face, and his eyes were also very kind.

There were many black mists circling around Xiao Wang, but they were all completely dispersed by an invisible aura one foot away from him. Unimaginable majesty burst out instantly.

At this moment, Xiao Wang seemed to see a little golden dragon looming around him, with a very intimate look. When the black fog swarmed in, the little golden dragon bared its fangs and claws, raised its head to the sky and roared fiercely, shaking off all the black fog.

Xiao Wang immediately thought of the three forces he felt in the world in the painting - the dragon energy of the Chu State, the faith of the people, and the spiritual power that Chu Yu input when he refined the scroll into a spiritual weapon. This also gave the ancient scroll the effect of suppressing luck, absorbing faith, and storing spiritual power.

Therefore, even though Xiao Wang's soul had just entered this world not long ago and had not been able to thoroughly analyze the laws of this world, he could still use the dragon energy of the Chu State to shake off all these ghosts and monsters.

Woo woo——

Several police car sirens rang out on the street, and Yin Rou got out first, followed by seven or eight practitioners in Taoist robes.

As soon as she got out of the car, Yin Rou mobilized her recently awakened extraordinary power, and her pupils became blazing white. The black fog in the sky appeared in her eyes, and the ghost face formed by the fog laughed strangely. She couldn't help but close her eyes, and her pupils hurt.

"...Sure enough, something has affected everyone's mind." She pinched the Qingxin Talisman distributed by the Supernatural Administration in her pocket, and looked solemnly at the practitioners who had already begun to arrange the formation, "Be careful, the longer it takes, the deeper the impact they will be, and we must fight quickly and decisively!"

Yin Rou's eyes suddenly stagnated, and just at that moment, she seemed to see a familiar figure. Black hair and snow clothes, ethereal and uncertain, every strand of hair seemed to be shining with light, like an illusory but perfect phantom that only exists in everyone's imagination.

But in a flash, the figure disappeared again, making Yin Rou wonder if she had hallucinations due to excessive use of her ability.

Xiao Wang stood up and left. There seemed to be a transparent force field around him, which made everyone's eyes turn away from him involuntarily.

He was startled when he found Yin Rou's eyes.

...Very sharp, it seems that he has extraordinary talent.

His figure passed through the air like a line of snow-white, and soon disappeared in the increasingly thick black fog.

The fog was like a thread, and the black lines were spread out like a huge net in the sky. Xiao Wang followed these networks to the direction where the black fog was the thickest, and soon came to an unknown stream.

He looked down, and there seemed to be a bright moon hanging in his eyes.

The bright moonlight illuminated the stream, and also reflected the thousands of black lines hidden in the clear stream. They were like flexible black snakes, swimming in the water. Xiao Wang raised his head and looked upstream along the stream. His clear and penetrating eyes seemed to see the infinite distance in an instant.

"The water vein in the imperial capital... is polluted."

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The imperial capital of Xia.

It gathers the mountains and rivers of the world, and integrates the dragon fortune of the dynasty for thousands of years. It is blessed with natural treasures.

Hanjiang. The longest river that runs through the entire Xia country, the branches of the country spread out into a water network, and Hanjiang is the center of this water network.

At this time, the vast river water has completely turned dark black, just like the ink in the river has been poured on the riverbed.

In the dark river water, a huge shadow slowly swam. It was silent, but it showed its presence unscrupulously, like a moving fortress. All the fish and shrimps in the river were eroded by the black air and turned into nutrients for the awakening monster.

The indescribable horror spread bit by bit, and the woods and grass on the river bank were silent, the insects and birds flew away, and there was silence for hundreds of miles.

The emergency dispersal broadcast notice sounded throughout the city. It turned out that