The whole weird world is waiting for me to go to heaven

Chapter 621 The Pen of Truth
"As soon as you left General Hubei's military camp, they sent people to chase you and kill you outside..." said Nangong Wan.

Then some things suddenly became clear.

Hanshanjun quickly stood up and bowed.

"Fortunately, Senior Sister Nangong rescued me. If I hadn't entered your restricted mountain, I would have died." He paused, a firm look flashed in his eyes, "But I'm afraid I can't stay here any longer."

Then he raised his foot to leave, but heard Nangong Wan coldly say behind him: "Do you think that if you leave, you won't cause me any trouble?"

Hanshan was slightly stunned and stopped.

Nangong Wan continued, "Although I have used the power of the ban to kill them, nothing can escape the Heavenly Sword. I'm afraid they have seen you and the pursuers disappear in Huaishan, and the second wave of people will arrive soon."

Han Shanjun lowered his eyes and said in a deep voice: "It is me who has implicated you..."

Nangong Wan shook her head and said calmly: "Don't talk about this for now, it's meaningless. It's better to think about why I want to kill you?"

Hanshan Jun pondered for a moment, then his face changed.

"Is it because of this?"

As he spoke, he took out a stack of manuscripts, on which were scenes of Chang'an's changes, including Chang'an rising into the sky and Taibai's sword slaying a god. However, due to the tight schedule, they were still just sketches.

"You were not in Chang'an at the time, so how could you draw it?"

Nangong Wan glanced sharply at the manuscript on the table, then raised her eyes and locked onto Hanshan Jun.

Han Shanjun smiled bitterly: "This is... an ability I have acquired recently."

He stretched out his hand and a shiny black brush appeared in his palm, emitting a strange and eerie aura.

"I don't know the name either, I can only call it the pen of truth. The closer I get to the object I'm drawing, the more information I get about the target, and the more accurately I can draw the target object's reality."

"So... you have also become a weirdo." Nangong Wan murmured.

"Yes, the Supreme God transformed into a strange one. I almost died, but I finally recovered. Fortunately, I had the skills that the North Territory had sent me long ago, otherwise I might have gone crazy."

Han Shanjun said with a wry smile, his voice gradually becoming lower.

"I just saw along the way that so many people have fallen into delirium, it's like hell on earth..."

"So I want to know whether the change in Chang'an was a last resort or..."

Nangong Wan shook her head and sighed.

"Some things cannot be explored too deeply." She said softly, "Perhaps... this is why you were arranged to go to the North and not stay in Chang'an."

Hanshan was stunned.

"Also, didn't you see that Taibai's death was not made public at all, right?" Nangong Wan continued.

Hanshan was stunned for a moment, and then he gradually understood.

"Yeah... Even your student Liu Sheng can have a silent ceremony. But Taibai's act of beheading the god is not worth a few words?"

Having said this, he glanced at Nangong Wan's expression and it suddenly turned gloomy, and then he stopped talking.

After thinking for a moment, Han Shanjun turned and said in deep thought: "Perhaps it is because the court does not want to explain to the other three countries that we only have two cultivators in the Divine Hidden Realm? The Grand Master is old and weak, and can no longer be relied on."

"I'm afraid it's not that simple." Nangong Wan shook her head, "Perhaps... Taibai's death was also planned."

Hearing this, Hanshanjun was suddenly shocked and could not speak.

"Also, didn't you notice that I'm still in Huaishan?"

"Originally, when we decided to follow Xiaoxiang Tower, we had already agreed that after the establishment of the Northern Divine Kingdom, we would have a place to realize my ideas..." Nangong Wan's expression gradually became solemn, "But until now, I have not been invited to join the court."

"We were all expelled and will be away from Chang'an forever," she said calmly.

Han Shanjun frowned slightly, realizing the seriousness of the problem, and hesitated, "This means that in the author's deduction, we will become dangerous elements that disrupt the status quo, so they treat us like this?"

Nangong Wan smiled softly, as if she found it ridiculous to laugh at herself.

"Yes……"

At this moment, a voice that did not belong to them sounded in the silent Huaishan Mountain.

Softly, mixed in with the rustling of wind and snow.

The two of them looked fixedly and looked out the window.

Under the moonlight, a scroll slowly unfolded.

An inky figure slowly walked out of the painting and then dripped onto the white snow.

"Post Master." Nangong Wan and Han Shanjun shouted almost in unison.

However, this time, the look they gave the owner of Xiaoxiang Tower was full of vigilance and fear.

"Hanshan, why are you running away?" Without any greeting, the host turned his inky face towards Hanshan and asked in a gentle voice.

But the threat in this gentle voice pierced like a sharp blade and could not be ignored.

"Owner, why do you want to kill me?" Han Shanjun asked loudly, "Is it really because of that vague deduction?"

"My deduction cannot be wrong." The host said coldly.

Then, the ink color quickly spread around like tentacles, splashing towards the room where Han Shanjun and Nangong Wan were.

In an instant, the entire room was eroded into a stick figure, and all the details were simplified into ink lines.

Nangong Wan and Hanshanjun, as beings from another dimension, were instantly exposed in the empty space.

More ink invaded and the two of them quickly flew out of the way.

"We have to take action!" A look of determination flashed in Nangong Wan's eyes, and then he drew his sword and swung it.

Her sword slashed through the air, accurately cutting through the ink that was flying towards her.

However, the ink split into two streams like water and continued to erode rapidly from both sides.

Hanshan Jun didn't say much, but took out his paintbrush, and with a big stroke of the brush, he painted a landscape painting in the air, and made the water flow into the rivers.

Then he drew an embroidered building, trapping the owner of the building inside.

The owner of Xiaoxiang Tower turned into an ink painting again.

"You know what? This is why I won't allow you to continue to exist." The lady in the ink painting said with her cherry lips opening and closing.

"Is this also your ability to transform?" Nangong Wan asked in surprise.

Hanshan nodded, and his brush stopped in mid-air, apparently struggling with the struggling lady in the painting.

Nangong Wan couldn't help but praise: "It's amazing."

He flew up and stabbed the lady's head with his sword.

The lady's head slipped out of the painting and was cut off in an instant, but the remaining headless body continued to crawl out of the painting.

Seeing this, Hanshan continued to draw in the air, creating whirlpools that drew the figure of the host struggling out of the painting back into it. Down the river.

Obviously, Hanshanjun's ability unexpectedly formed a strong restraint on the OP.

However, the difference in realm cannot be eliminated.

Nangong Wan and Han Shanjun can now only be regarded as high-level ghost controllers and ghosts equivalent to the Dongxuan realm, while the host is a super high-level ghost equivalent to the Shenzang realm.

Soon, the rivers flowed backwards and reached the sky.

Ink fell from the sky, and Han Shanjun and Nangong Wan dodged in a hurry.

Distracted, the lady in the painting finally broke free from the whirlpool, and the ink in her hand transformed into a sharp blade, and she pounced towards Nangong Wan and Han Shanjun.

"Why struggle? Just obey your orders." She opened her cherry lips and spoke coldly.

Sharp wind blades danced wildly, instantly covering Nangong Wan and Han Shanjun.

Then, huge scrolls unfolded, and the ink-colored mountains and rivers surrounded them tightly like a storm. They were inevitably shrunk and were gradually absorbed into the mountains, rivers, and pavilions in the paintings.

Hanshan Jun hurriedly drew a flying sword, and jumped onto the flying sword with Nangong Wan, quickly crossing the continuously shrinking picture scroll.

The poster's painting scroll seemed to be folded up quickly as if it had consciousness.

The landscape gradually emerges, with the vague ink-colored mountains and rivers stretching out like an endless world, ending in a connected world.

Nangong Wan and Hanshanjun relied on their flying swords to cross mountains and ridges and fly to farther places.

However, no matter how they flew, they seemed to be trapped in a circular and endless world with no beginning and no end. They just got deeper and deeper into it, gradually blending into the landscape, becoming a part of the ink color, unable to break free.

Lines of ink-colored mountains and rivers appeared vaguely, and Nangong Wan and Han Shanjun rode their flying swords over mountains and across rivers, flying towards a farther place.

But during the flight, they gradually felt that they seemed to have merged into this landscape painting and become a part of the ink color.

At this moment, a golden sword light descended from the sky among the inky mountains and waters.

It was like an extremely sharp thunder that split the sky from above the painted mountains and rivers, splitting the world in half.

A golden shadow fell into it, carrying Nangong Wan and Hanshan Jun, and quickly escaped from the edge of the tear on the Heavenly Sword.