Violent Dan Zun

Chapter 6767 Time flies

“I have witnessed countless life and death, and witnessed the vicissitudes of life.” The old man’s voice was low and powerful.

 He gently brushed away the dust on the stone table, and his hanging white hair swayed gently in the breeze. The marks of time have left deep marks on his face, but there is a depth and wisdom in his eyes, as if he already knows all the secrets of the universe.

He gently shook the brush in his hand. The old man closed his eyes and sighed softly. In the depths of this maze, he seemed to be talking to time, letting the memories of the past quietly echo in his heart.

This old man, in an ancient maze, is immersed in his memories, as if he is having a conversation with his own soul.

It turns out that the birth of the ink monster is closely related to the sealed old man. In the depths of this maze, the old man's will and memory affect the entire space in an elusive way.

His mind was lost in a whirlpool of thoughts, contemplating the forces of the universe and the mysteries of life.

This monster does not exist in real life. The ink monster possesses powerful dark power, which seems to be a manifestation of the deep sadness and depression in the old man's heart.

  The mysterious power possessed by the monster's black liquid is the embodiment of the old man's power.

 In the sealed loneliness, the old man's heart was full of hatred and resentment.

 For many years, he has been deeply immersed in anger towards the Star Dragon Sect, and has never stopped thinking about revenge.

The old man who was once sealed was resentful towards the Star Dragon Sect. He believed that the ancestor of the Star Dragon Sect sealed him here, causing him to lose his freedom and strength and constantly suffer from loneliness and hardship.

In order to avenge the Star Dragon Sect, he created the ink monster, released it among the disciples of the Star Dragon Sect, and killed the disciples of the Star Dragon Sect with a vengeful mentality. He wanted to make the Star Dragon Sect pay the price, just like he did The same kind of loneliness and hardship endured.

However, this revenge did not relieve the anger and hatred in his heart, but instead plunged him into deeper loneliness and despair. His heart had long been distorted by resentment, and he had lost his former clarity and talent.

 The old man's revenge became an indelible part of his soul, but it also became the pain deep in his soul that could never be erased.

In the dark maze, the old man sat in front of an old stone table, holding an ancient brush in his hand. His eyes were deep, staring at the empty wall in front of him, as if waiting for some mysterious power to awaken.

With the gentle swipe of the brush in the old man's hand, a wisp of ink emitted from the tip of the pen and slowly condensed into a deep ink. The ink seemed to have its own vitality, flowing in the air and forming a suspended ink ball.

A look of determination flashed in the old man's eyes, and his brush strokes began to dance on the ink. As the brush dances, a mysterious picture gradually emerges.

The ink lines produced from the pen outline a mysterious and majestic figure. It is a powerful monster. Its outline gradually becomes clearer, as if it is alive. The black ink flows in the ink painting, outlining a mysterious and majestic figure. Another gloomy picture.

The monster's figure is majestic and mysterious, as if it has a kind of blurred magic power. Its figure is looming, real and illusory, as if it contains some kind of elusive power.

The old man's technique gradually became more focused, and the brush danced gracefully in the ink, drawing out the outlines and textures of the monster.

The shades of ink outline the powerful aura of the monster, as if you can feel its dark power from the painting.

 The eyes of the monster are depicted as deep and dark, as if they can see through the secrets of the soul.

Every stroke and every painting reveals infinite mystery, and the ink flows on the picture to form a kind of depth.

 The ink seems to contain the old man’s inner resentment and hatred, surging in the painting. The monster's figure becomes more and more lifelike, as if it is about to come out of the drawing paper.

The old man never stopped, the brush in his hand danced like flying, outlining every detail of the monster. Its body was looming in the picture, exuding a strange and majestic aura.

 The ink flows continuously, as if telling an unspeakable story. The monsters in the picture present a mysterious and unique atmosphere that makes people fall in love with them.

The monsters drawn by the old man with a brush carry a power beyond reality and seem to transcend the constraints of paper, giving people a mysterious and depressing feeling. This painting seems to condense the anger and resentment in the old man's heart. It became a kind of expression and catharsis from the depths of his soul.

Deep in the maze, the old man stared at the ink monster depicted with the brush in his hand. His eyes were full of complex emotions, as if he was in dialogue with the painting.

“You are my creation, an existence condensed with my hard work.” The old man’s voice was full of silence and exhaustion, and his eyes contained distant memories.

The ink monster seems to have become spiritual, and its eyes seem to be shining with light, as if it is listening to the old man's voice.

“You are my unwillingness, my anger, my loneliness and despair.” The old man’s words revealed infinite sadness and heaviness, as if he was describing his unwillingness and pain of sinking under the seal.

The ink monster seemed to be responding silently, its body swaying slightly, as if it was trying to express some emotion.

The ink monster seemed to have some resonance with the old man's words. Its figure calmed down slightly, as if it was listening to the old man's words.

"Now, I will let you out." The old man said slowly, with a kind of determination in his voice.

 “Not for revenge, but to end this.”

The ink monster seemed to understand the old man's intention, and its body gradually emitted a faint radiance, which seemed to express some kind of recognition and acceptance. The old man waved his hand gently, and the brush in his hand exuded a strange aura, wrapping the ink monster. Wrapped in this aura, the monsters gradually began to blend into the painting.

 “Go.” The old man’s voice was full of complex emotions, as if he was putting down a shackles and releasing a restraint.

The ink monster gradually dissipated in a burst of deep light, as if blending into the void, and finally disappeared in front of the old man's eyes.

 The old man took a deep breath and his eyes wandered in the empty maze.

 In the vast sky, a mysterious force began to gather. The originally sunny sky gradually turned gloomy, and countless ink-colored clouds gathered in the sky, forming a diffuse ink atmosphere.

This is an indescribable sight. The ink colors fill the sky above Xinglong Sect, like a deep and mysterious picture, which makes people feel awe.

The disciples of Xinglong Sect raised their heads in surprise and stared at this sudden spectacle. They had never seen such a mysterious and shocking sight, and their hearts were full of doubts and uneasiness.

 The ink clouds gradually spread in the sky and turned into countless ink raindrops, which fell one after another. This was not ordinary rain, but a mysterious ink rain, soaking the land of Xinglong Sect.

 Ink raindrops are floating in the air, dyeing the land of Xinglong Sect black, as if a mysterious ritual is going on, making people feel trance and uneasy.

The disciples of Xinglong Sect stared at this change in surprise. Their hearts were filled with doubts and fears. This unknown power made them feel an unprecedented sense of depression and tension.

The ink-colored raindrops left speckled traces on the buildings of the Star Dragon Sect. A mysterious power seemed to be permeating, making people feel an indescribable heaviness.

The disciples of Xinglong Sect stared at this sudden scene in horror, their hearts filled with doubts and uneasiness. They had never experienced such a situation before, and the shock and fear in their hearts were indescribable.

 The ink rain continues to fall, like a mysterious ritual going on. The disciples of the Star Dragon Sect were hesitant, their hearts filled with endless speculations and worries.

Under this mysterious ink rain, the disciples of Xinglong Sect stared at this unusual scene, and couldn't help but feel an indescribable depression and uneasiness in their hearts. Their fear and doubts about this unknown power became more and more intense. Looking at the sky at a loss, my heart was filled with doubts and fear.

The disciples of the Star Dragon Sect were stained by the sudden rain of ink. Every drop of ink on their bodies seemed to carry a mysterious and ancient power, making it difficult for them to control themselves.

The disciples who were stained by the ink suddenly became unable to move, and their bodies began to tremble violently, as if they had been subjected to an unbearable torture. Their eyes were filled with panic and pain, and they were unable to release a single voice to express their suffering.

Ink-colored spots gradually appeared on the surface of the disciples' bodies, and the ink seeped into their skin, as if to pull their souls away.

 An invisible force seemed to be raging inside them, causing them unbearable pain.

As time went by, the disciples stained with ink began to vomit blood, and a layer of black ink stains condensed on the surface of their bodies, as if devouring their lives. Their pain was indescribable, and they struggled helplessly, but could not escape from this. Bound by a mysterious force.

Some of the disciples of the Star Dragon Sect have fainted on the ground, their bodies shrouded in ink are shaking, and spots of ink gradually appear on their bodies, as if they are destined to be controlled by this mysterious power.

The disciples endured unimaginable torture, and their bodies gradually became weak. An invisible force raged within their bodies. Their eyes were full of fear and helplessness, as if they were struggling for help.

The disciples of the Star Dragon Sect were seriously injured. They were shrouded in ink, and the power in their bodies seemed to be drained. They coughed out blood in pain, and their bodies trembled, as if they were suffering an indescribable torture.

 The disciples struggled helplessly on the ground, with ink seeping into their bodies and suffering. Their pain and fear seemed to have encountered a terrifying force from the abyss.

 The entire Xinglong Sect was shrouded in uncontrollable panic and pain.

Under the ink rain, a mysterious light suddenly flashed, and then, a huge ink fairy beast appeared in the sky above the Star Dragon Sect.

The ink fairy beast has a tall body, like a huge creature formed by the sea of ​​ink. Its body is covered with black and white markings, as if soaked in the darkness of the starry sky and the brightness of the stars. Its eyes are deep and dark, transmitting a mysterious power, as if It is the embodiment of ancient talent.

Its body is shrouded in a layer of black and white glow, like a living picture made of ink painting. The mysterious light fluctuated around his body, exuding an indescribable sense of oppression that was daunting.

The whole body of the ink fairy beast is shrouded in a deep ink glow, like a mysterious totem rendered in black and white ink.

It stands in the sky above Xinglong Sect, with a powerful and mysterious momentum. The ink fairy beast exudes an ancient and mysterious aura, like the incarnation of the black and white poles in the universe, exuding an insurmountable oppressive force.

The outline of the ink fairy beast is looming, shrouded in a layer of black and white light, and the sky is filled with a solemn and mysterious aura. It stands there like a giant black and white ink tower, exuding an irresistible aura. majesty.

Those eyes contain a deep and mysterious power. They seem to transcend the existence of the mortal world and exude an indescribable sense of oppression, which makes people involuntarily awe.

The body of the ink fairy beast seems to be drawn in black and white ink, with an ancient and mysterious aura flowing around it. It stares at the disciples of the Star Dragon Sect, making people feel awe.

 (End of this chapter)