Chapter 502: Drawing, a handsome young man
Chapter 502 Painting, handsome appearance
Cretaceous continent, hinterland!
A behemoth is located here, like a giant dragon entrenched in the vast land. The mottled city wall has withstood the baptism of time, leaving numerous sword marks, full of ancient vicissitudes and fighting spirit!
The immortal ancient imperial city.
It is entrenched in the Cretaceous Continent and has been hiding here since the end of the Glorious Age. It has ruled the Cretaceous Continent for an entire era. Even in the current age of Emperor Decline, it has calmly avoided numerous catastrophes, as if it were transcendent between heaven and earth. , to continue the glorious reign.
at this time.
Somewhere in the imperial city.
Waves of overwhelming coercion surged out of the sky, including saints, quasi-sages, and terrifying true saints. Waves of vast and boundless coercion soared into the sky, and the ominous power filled the air.
There is a giant dungeon here, with many cages, and all kinds of human beings are imprisoned inside. The gloomy and terrifying atmosphere is mixed with the oppression of death and spreads out. To the naked eye, the bones of the dead are connected into pieces, and they are all bloody and cruel. This place is compared to a slaughterhouse.
And on the living altar, a human race was driven onto the stage, like a walking corpse, with eyes that were all empty and dull, as if they had lost their souls.
Not long after, the huge body of an ancient reptile moved, a red light appeared in his hand, and the human blood on the altar was quickly drained.
"꺳So much blood꼊?"
The reptile roared, then slapped it into powder with a palm.
Countless human beings in the cage below watched this scene helplessly, all taking a breath of cold air and feeling frightened.
Next.
Amidst the heartbreaking screams, another human race was driven onto the stage, and then like fish on a chopping board, they were cut into mummies at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally, like fragile foam boards, they were brutally smashed to pieces with a slap.
Fortunately, this scene did not progress too fast, allowing other human beings to have a chance to breathe, but it also made people feel that death was approaching. Extreme fear enveloped everyone's heart. There was nothing like death. It's even more frightening as it approaches.
And in a cage against the wall.
A young woman holds a pen and paper in her hand and is drawing a picture.
Her face is as white and flawless as snow and jade, and her legs are pink and translucent and delicate.
She has a graceful figure and a hump in her chest.
The temperament is ethereal and elegant, as quiet as a virgin.
In her painting, the figure of a young man is gradually outlined.
Dressed in white, he looks tall and tall.
The face is like a crown jade, with starry eyebrows and sharp eyes.
The temperament is chic and free.
After a while, the brush stopped and it was over.
She lowered her head and saw a handsome young man standing on the page.
"Well, that's okay."
With a soft murmur, she bit her lip and wrote another line of words on the edge of the drawing paper.
——The exquisite dice and the red beans make people miss each other deeply.
Someone next to him suddenly said: "Senior Ye, who are you painting? He is so light and handsome, could he be your sweetheart?"
This man's name is Wang Jie, a casual cultivator who was arrested a few months ago and has been imprisoned here.
And just like him, there are many others who are being imprisoned together.
After getting to know each other for a period of time, everyone learned that this woman's identity was not an ordinary person, but a peak member of the Taixuan Taoist Sect, so she usually took good care of her, befitting a senior.
Faced with the overwhelming power of the Ancient Demon Clan, their hearts seemed to be filled with a layer of gloom. Even a terrifying and hidden sect like the Taixuan Dao Sect might have to bow before the Ancient Demon Clan.
Ye Qingyao raised his head and glanced at him, nodded and said softly: "Yes, my sweetheart."
After saying that, she lowered her head again, picked up a pen and wrote three words on the bottom corner of the drawing paper: Su Changge.
Wang Jie let out a long sigh and said, "Oh, what a pity."
Another person sighed: "Well, what is love in the world? It tells us whether life and death are together. You guys and girls are perfect for each other, 놙놆..." At this point, this person looked at the altar and sighed bitterly: "I'm afraid the yin and yang are separated. What a pity..."
"놆ah..."
There was a long sigh from each prison.
The ancient demon clan is cruel and cruel, and the lovers are afraid that they will never see each other again in this life...
"Shut up, everyone!"
Suddenly there was a rough shout, and an ancient flame demon god, like a strong man with huge biceps, punched the cage open and dragged out a green-robed monk from inside.
"Ahhh, don't kill me, don't kill me, don't...!"
The green-robed monk screamed hysterically.
The strong man turned a deaf ear and dragged him onto the stage. Then he launched a ceremony and quickly turned him into a mummy.
Then, he slapped the man hard on the head.
There was a bang, and the green-robed monk's body exploded like a foam board, splattering into debris on the ground.
Suddenly, the corners of everyone's mouths twitched fiercely, their faces turned pale, and their hearts beat wildly, as if they were walking on thin ice.
cruel.
Too cruel.
"It's your turn, come out on your own, don't let me do it!"
The Ancient Flame Demon God pointed at one of them and shouted.
The man hissed, feeling extremely frightened in his heart. He turned around and wanted to escape, but he was immediately noticed by the Ancient Flame Demon God. He took action like lightning, subdued him on the spot, and forcibly escorted him to the altar.
"Ah ah ah, I don't want to die, I don't want to die, please...!"
"Bang!"
The sound stopped suddenly.
His blood was drained, and his mummy was exploded, turning into pieces all over the ground.
Everyone's face turned pale with fear. They stared blankly at this scene, trembling all over and feeling cold in their hearts.
A seven or eight-year-old child saw this scene, fell to the ground with a plop, and cried loudly: "Mom, I'm scared, I want to go home...!"
The woman next to him hurriedly hugged him in her arms, covered his eyes with her hands, and comforted him in a panic: "Don't be afraid, Mom is here, Mom is here..."
Everyone in the scene was walking on thin ice and was terrified.
But they could only watch this, powerless.
Although they also had some cultivation, facing the Guba clan, they were like a mantis trying to stop a chariot. The Guba clan, at the lowest level of Saint, could crush them and turn them into dust.
If you want to live a little longer, you have to sit and wait.
Ye Qingyao looked very calm, and did not look up the whole time, just quietly watching her painting.
The man in the painting was exactly the same as when he first joined the sect. His figure was more upright and taller than before, but his temperament remained the same, like a scholar, elegant and free.
A familiar breath also came to her face.
Suddenly, she lowered her head and kissed the painting.
She knew that it would be her turn to go on stage soon, and after this kiss, she was ready to leave.
From now on, they would be separated by Yin and Yang.
For some reason, when she kissed the painting, she was reluctant to let go. How she hoped, how she hoped to walk out, walk out of here, and meet him again.
Looking at the dust and debris under the altar, she knew that she would soon be drained and beaten like this, and she would never see him again.
Just then!
A shocking, powerful and explosive explosion came from outside the city, and the terrible momentum was so powerful that it could shake the sky and the earth!
"Boom!"
"Boom, Crack, Crack!!!"
Following that.
A sonorous and powerful roar sounded from outside the city gate!
"Immortal Ba Huang, hand over my master Ye Qingyao, and I will spare your life!!"
Instantly, Ye Qingyao's pupils dilated!