Chapter 6771 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, and 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. Deep in 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 power of the universe and the mysteries of life.
This monster is not real. 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 of the monster's black liquid is the embodiment of the old man's power.
In the sealed loneliness, the old man's heart was filled with hatred and resentment.
For many years, he had been deeply immersed in anger towards the Star Dragon Sect, and his thoughts of revenge against him had never stopped.
The old man who had been sealed was resentful towards the Star Dragon Sect. He believed that the ancestor of the Star Dragon Sect had 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 brushstrokes 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, and it seems to have 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 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 flowing on the picture forms a kind of depth.
The ink seems to contain the old man's inner resentment and hatred, surging in the painting. The figure of the monster becomes more and more lifelike, as if it is about to come out of the drawing paper.
The old man never stopped, 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 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 calmness and exhaustion, and his eyes contained distant memories.
The ink monster seemed to have become spiritual, and its eyes seemed to be shining with light, as if it was listening to the old man's voice.
"You are my unwillingness, my anger, and also 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 resonate 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.
"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, and 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 power of the universe and the mysteries of life.
This monster is not real. 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 of 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 had been deeply immersed in anger towards the Star Dragon Sect, and his thoughts of revenge against him had never stopped.
The old man who had been sealed was resentful towards the Star Dragon Sect. He believed that the ancestor of the Star Dragon Sect had 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 kind of revenge did not relieve the anger and hatred in his heart. Instead, he fell 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 brushstrokes 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, and it seems to have 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 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 flowing on the picture forms a kind of depth.
The ink seems to contain the old man's inner resentment and hatred, surging in the painting. The figure of the monster becomes more and more lifelike, as if it is about to come out of the drawing paper.
The old man never stopped, 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 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 calmness and exhaustion, and his eyes contained distant memories.
The ink monster seemed to have become spiritual, and its eyes seemed to be shining with light, as if it was 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, its body swaying slightly, as if it was trying to express some emotion.
The ink monster seemed to resonate 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.
