Chapter 6771 Time Flies

"I have witnessed countless separations and deaths, and witnessed the vicissitudes of life." The old man's voice was low and powerful.

He gently brushed the dust off the stone table, and his white hair swayed gently in the breeze. The marks of time have left deep traces on his face, but there is a kind of depth and wisdom in his eyes, as if he 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 the ancient maze, immersed in his own memories, seemed to be talking to his soul.

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

His mind was immersed in the vortex of thoughts, thinking about the power of the universe and the mystery of life.

This monster does not really exist. The ink monster has a powerful dark power, as if it is the manifestation of the deep sadness and depression in the old man's heart.

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

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

For many years, he has been deeply immersed in anger against the Star Dragon Sect, and the idea of ​​revenge has never stopped.

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

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

However, this revenge did not relieve the anger and hatred in his heart, but instead made him fall 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 a pain that could never be erased from his heart.

In the dark cave, 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 a gentle wave of the brush in the old man's hand, a wisp of ink emanated from the tip of the brush and slowly condensed into a deep ink. The ink seemed to have its own vitality, flowing in the air, forming a suspended ink ball.

A resolute look flashed in the old man's eyes, and his brushstrokes began to dance on the ink. As the brush danced, a mysterious picture gradually emerged.

The ink lines from the brush outline a mysterious and majestic figure, that is a powerful monster, its outline gradually becomes clear, as if it has life, black ink flows in the ink painting, outlining a mysterious and gloomy picture.

The monster's posture is majestic and mysterious, as if there is a kind of blurred magic, its figure is looming, like a real illusion, as if it contains some elusive power.

The old man's technique gradually enters the state, the brush dances in the ink, and draws the outline and texture of the monster.

The thickness of the ink outlines the powerful breath of the monster, as if you can feel its dark power from the painting.

The monster's eyes 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 resentment and hatred in the old man's heart, surging in the picture. The figure of the monster became more and more lifelike, as if it was about to walk out of the drawing paper.

The old man did not stop, and 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 atmosphere.

The ink kept flowing, as if telling an unspeakable story. The monster in the picture presents a mysterious and unique atmosphere, which makes people can't help but fall in love with it.

The monster drawn by the old man with a brush has a power beyond reality, which seems to transcend the constraints of the paper, giving people a mysterious and depressing feeling. This painting seems to condense the anger and resentment in the old man's heart, and become a kind of expression and catharsis in his heart.

In the depths of the maze, the old man stared at the ink monster drawn by the brush in his hand, his eyes were full of complex emotions, as if he was talking to the painting.

"You are my creation, the existence condensed by my hard work." The old man's voice was full of calmness and fatigue, and his eyes contained distant memories.

The ink monster seemed to have a spirit, and its eyes seemed to be flashing with a glimmer, as if listening to the old man's voice.

"You are my unwillingness, my anger, and 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, and its body swayed slightly, as if trying to express some emotion.

The ink monster seemed to have some resonance with the old man's words, and its body calmed down slightly, as if listening to the old man's narration.

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

"I have witnessed countless separations of 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 white hair swayed gently in the breeze. The marks of time left deep marks on his face, but there was a kind of depth and wisdom in his eyes, as if he knew 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 the ancient maze, immersed in his own memories, seemed to be talking to his soul.

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

His mind was immersed in the vortex of thoughts, thinking about the power of the universe and the mystery of life.

This monster does not really exist. The ink monster has a powerful dark power, as if it is a manifestation of the deep sadness and depression in the old man's heart.

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

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

For many years, he has been deeply immersed in anger against the Star Dragon Sect, and the idea of ​​revenge has never stopped.

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

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

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

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

In the dark cave, 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.

As the old man gently waved the brush in his hand, a wisp of ink emanated from the tip of the brush and slowly condensed into a deep ink. The ink seemed to have its own vitality, flowing in the air, forming a suspended ink ball.

A resolute look flashed in the old man's eyes, and his brushstrokes began to dance on the ink. As the brush danced, a mysterious picture gradually emerged.

The ink lines produced from the pen outlined a mysterious and majestic figure, which was a powerful monster. Its outline gradually became clear, as if it had life. The black ink flowed in the ink painting, outlining a mysterious and gloomy picture.

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

The old man's technique gradually gets into the state, the brush dances in the ink, and draws the outline and texture of the monster.

The thickness of the ink outlines the powerful breath of the monster, as if you can feel its dark power from the painting.

The monster's eyes are depicted as deep and dark, as if you 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 deepness.

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

The old man does not stop, the brush in his hand dances like flying, outlining every detail of the monster, its body is looming in the picture, exuding a weird and majestic atmosphere.

The ink keeps flowing, as if telling an unspeakable story. The monster in the picture presents a mysterious and unique atmosphere, which makes people fall in love with it.

The monster drawn by the old man with a brush has a power beyond reality, which seems 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, and becomes a kind of expression and catharsis in his heart.

Deep in the cave, the old man stared at the ink monster drawn by the brush in his hand. His eyes were full of complex emotions, as if he was talking to the painting.

"You are my creation, the existence condensed by my hard work." The old man's voice was full of calmness and fatigue, and his eyes contained distant memories.

The ink monster seemed to have spirituality, and its eyes seemed to flash a ray of light, as if listening to the old man's voice.

"You are my unwillingness, my anger, and my loneliness and despair." The old man's words revealed infinite sadness and heaviness, as if telling his unwillingness and pain of sinking under the seal.

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

The ink monster seemed to have some resonance with the old man's words, and its body calmed down slightly, as if listening to the old man's narration.

"Now, I will let you out." The old man said slowly, with a resolute voice.