The Second Thousand and Sixty-Sixth Chapters Are Painted in the Heart

When Mo Fan looked down, this thing was already hanging on his body!

Just like the thing standing on his own leg, this white leopard is like painting on himself!

His legs were extremely heavy, and Mo Fan felt that his leg bones would be crushed by the weight.

Now he knows what Bing writer painters use for drawing boards.

Everything he sees is his drawing board, the pen draws in the air, the ice magic is presented in the air, the mind locks on Mo Fan's body, and draws the shackles of ice lead on it, and soon Mo Fan will be caught Hang this heavy seal.

"Kill the painting, ten thousand locks strangle it!!"

The quill snow pen in the white leopard's hand was held upside down. Instead of sketching with the tip of the pen, it rolled a circle of white ink on the end of the pen, and then fluttered the pen to the drawing paper in front of him like a madman.

As soon as the end of the pen was flicked, a long ring of locks appeared immediately. Each segment was the size of an adult's palm. They appeared in all directions of Mo Fan, and some even drilled out from the cracks in the back of the solid rock vein. .

There are more and more chains, all of which are hung on Mo Fan's body. The weight alone will crush Mo Fan to pieces.

The pen in the white leopard's hand began to stir, and the ice iron chains were twisted together. From a distance, it seemed that there were countless mechanical ice pythons surrounded by them, which was terrifying!

Mo Fan's legs are fixed by icy iron and heavy lead, but his body is hung with chains connected by tens of thousands of chains. When they stir like this, they will twist Mo Fan directly from his waist!

Mo Fan was shocked.

No need to hit, let alone defend, these things were all imposed on Mo Fan out of thin air, and he didn't even know how to resolve Mo Fan.

But the Wansuo is already stirring, and from one end to the other, his body is completely separated! !

It is too late to break, and it is even more difficult to escape.

Even if he knew that the other party was an ice author and used painting to cast spells, Mo Fan felt that he was the villain on the other party's drawing board. Let him torture him. He imagined it out of thin air, but the force exerted on him was real!

Mo Fan was in danger, and Sharjah couldn't help but speak when he saw this scene.

"Sharjah! Don't forget, every time you say a word to him now, you're cutting an additional wound on the leader!" White Leopard realized in advance that Sharjah might sell his teammates, and promptly scolded him to stop him.

Leng Hu did not know when he stood next to Sharjah, lest Sharjah, who is doing his own way, do something bad, he let out a dry laugh.

"It's still a simple and direct shot from the eldest brother." Leng Hu said proudly.

Sharjah fell silent, just staring at the strangled Mo Fan with those purple eyes.

"The ridge of the ridge, your blood can evoke the power of the ancient ridges of the Andes. It's really an amazing ability. The destruction of the thunder system, the heavenly seed of the fire system, the detachment of shadows, the domination of rock veins, and the addition of chaos in space... This is a young age. Such terrifying strength, you really opened my eyes."

"so what??"

"No matter how great the power is, in front of me it's just a piece of painting paper covered with rich colors. After I wiped it with white ink, everything will return to its original state. Then I will write on it at will, including your method of death!" White Leopard used Ironic language said to Mo Fan who was executed.

At the last moment, he could not break free was death.

White Leopard is like a high-ranking judge at this time, reading out Mo Fan's crimes and telling him his stupidity!

...

"Kang Keng Keng Keng!!!!!!!"

Mo Fan's ears were full of the harsh sound of the iron chains colliding. He seemed to have fallen into the lair of an icy python. No matter where he looked, all he saw were the icy irons that were madly stirred together. body.

They are collectively stirring themselves up, gradually narrowing the area where they can move.

The body began to tighten, a feeling of being tightly wrapped, so that Mo Fan began to feel a sense of death.

"How is this going?"

Like a nightmare with difficulty breathing, the self in the dream has forgotten the instinct to escape, and even lacks the rational cognition of everything around,

In this way, I let those unreasonable and impossible evil things approach me, torture myself, and terrorize myself until I suddenly wake up.

Putting shackles on people's bodies, and painting them a grand death sentence with ice chains, is what you see in your eyes really the magic of the white leopard? ?

Or, in this vast death lock and ice-lead shackles, it is not purely ice magic? ?

Mo Fan had thought about whether the ability of the ice author, the white leopard, would be an illusion, but when he felt that his legs were broken, Mo Fan ruled out this idea.

The snow is real, so are the shackles and chains...

But this feeling of facing death, facing the whole body to be twisted off, is likely to be imposed on him by the opponent.

A painting can make people feel the turbulent waves, feel the ice and snow, but it is only because it is too realistic and expressive. People are immersed in the world of painting, and similar scenes that they have experienced will emerge in their minds, so I left it at that time. The torment and pain within yourself follow!

"Hmph, spiritual magic!"

Mo Fan raised his head, and he finally woke up before dying, and his eyes began to glow with hot flames again!

Spiritual system!

The other party is mixed with the spiritual system in the ice magic!

If you want to suppress yourself spiritually, and then bury yourself with ice and snow, once you are wandering in such a terrible ice torture, waiting for yourself is the same as death.

"Little Flame Fairy!"

Mo Fan became indifferent to everything around him after he knew that he had been shackled by someone.

In a nightmare, people will forget to think and play the role of being intimidated and chased in the nightmare, but once they realize that all this is impossible, when they calm down and think, many things will be self-defeating!

Mo Fan just forgot to resist, forget to think, and was completely immersed in the shackles that the other party had drawn for him!

Now he is starting to fight, start to fight back!

His own flame was not strong enough to break through the ice nightmare in front of him.

He needs Little Flame Fairy's Heavenly Tribulation Flame to melt the shackles imposed on him with the hottest firelight.

"huhuhuhuhu"

Little Flame Fairy appeared from the contract space, she did not fully reveal herself, but turned into a flaming robe and put it on Mo Fan's body.

Mo Fan's whole body ignited, from the head to the legs, and even the dark brown eyes swayed with flames, crimson red! !

Mo Fan couldn't feel the cold before, and in fact he couldn't feel the heat either.

The other party just eliminated his senses, used ice magic to practice the field, and used spiritual power to let Mo Fan execute himself.

At first, when Little Flame Fairy was possessed, Mo Fan didn't have the slightest temperature. As Little Flame Fairy continued to heat up and quenched the sky fire, the light and heat spread to the whole body little by little!