The obese man's ears rang with the voice of the ancestor when he came-

"Painting God Han Tian, there are three strategies for going to Qingluo Xing, which is to capture people, detain souls, and destroy people."

"For Zhao Xiang, the bottom line is to let his soul fly away, and in order to achieve this goal, he needs to do whatever it takes. ”

"As for the sword immortals and eight souls in the three friends of Yunni, they can contribute their lives to the performance of your Zuihou move. ”

The sword immortal is the lean man who is middle-aged in gorgeous clothes, and the eight souls are the heroic ones with seven clones.

Zhao Xiang naturally didn't know anything about these, and he didn't realize that he had actually fallen into the trap of the painting god Han Tian.

Han Tian, the god of painting, flashed around Zhao Xiang, his eyes kept scanning Zhao Xiang.

He wielded the red pen with great ease, and the wide robe and large sleeves fluttered in the dance of his hands.

Although he is obese, he has burst out one after another with a peerless style that makes people admire, admire, and envy.

Zhao Xiang looked at it unconsciously, drunk and fascinated.

In fact, this is also the male sex and charm skill that Han Tian, the god of painting, has practiced for thousands of years.

This kind of male sex function can be used to successfully achieve the best effect with a trick of zuihou.

Zhao Xiang unknowingly fell into a trap.

The trap of terror.

In an instant, Zhao Xiang had already regained consciousness.

This made Han Tian, the painting god who was spinning and dancing around Zhao Xiang, couldn't help but be angry.

This tried and tested male sex and flattery actually failed for Zhao Xiang in an instant, which made him incredible, surprised and shocked.

For Zhao Xiang, the painting god Han Tian was even more jealous, and there was a faint warning sign.

And the painting god that fell in Zhao Xiang's eyes made him puzzled.

Zhao Xiang didn't understand why this obese man who really didn't dare to compliment his dignity kept spinning around him.

Not only that, but he also waved the red pen with all his might, and his body flashed freely, but he did not attack himself.

Paying attention to the actions of the obese man, Zhao Xiang's millions of instantaneous divine consciousness waves divided into millions of shares, capturing, tracking, and analyzing every even subtle movement of the opponent at any time.

For everyone, maybe they couldn't see the figure of the painting god Han Tian at all.

They could only see a dazzling five-colored ribbon of light dancing around Zhao Xiang.

However, all this was by no means a difficult thing for Zhao Xiang, who had a strong divine sense.

Zhao Xiang had already synthesized the main movements of painting gods almost synchronously from the countless returning divine sense feedbacks.

He found that the painting god was waving the red pen in his hand, using the void as rice paper to paint, and the painting was actually a human figure, a total of ten.

These ten characters are quite strange, although they have different expressions, but they are tall, short, fat and thin, and their appearances are all strikingly similar, that is, they are long and cold, and they are connected by blood, and they are all prosperous and lossy.

At the moment when Zhu Bi completed one of Zuihou's figures, the ten figures immediately came to life.

And when the painting god spit out a mouthful of essence blood to these ten figures.

A stunned scene suddenly appeared.

Ten pictures of people turned into real people.

The ten people are intertwined and overlapped with each other, forming countless wonderful, vivid, and flashing humanoid lights and shadows.

The human figures flickered and fused with each other, and became an almost transparent living being at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The transparent living person shot straight at the painting god like lightning, and became one with it.

Zhao Xiang's eyes widened - looking at the ten humanoid lights and shadows that seemed to come to life, he felt very familiar.

And just when the humanoid light and shadow and the obese person became one, a character who shocked Zhao Xiang appeared.

It was only at this moment that Zhao Xiang fully understood why those ten figure pictures were so familiar.

It turned out that the obese man painted himself.

Especially when the light and shadow that merge into a transparent living person and the obese become one.

Zhao Xiang immediately determined that he had inadvertently fallen into the vicious trap laid by the obese man with good intentions.

In the hall of Xuanzong, two identical Zhao Xiang looked at each other, with an indifferent expression on their faces, and they were dressed in blue shirts.

Zhao Xiang glared angrily at the fake Zhao Xiang that the obese man had illusioned, and snorted coldly: "What's your name?"

Fake Zhao Xiang smiled proudly and replied casually: "Han Tian, the immortal world respects me as a painting god." ”

"Painting God?Han Tian?" Zhao Xiang glanced at the other party coldly, "Painting my Zhao Xiang's God?" is good, very good, but it's a pity that you still know too little about me." ”

Fake Zhao Xiang deliberately sneered exaggeratedly-"Is this really the case?" Hehe, let's wait and see, let's see the real chapter under our hands." ”

The fake Zhao Xiang, who painted the god Han Tian, shook his right hand, and ten points of light swiped towards Zhao Xiang.

It was the aura aura that Zhao Xiang had cast before, not only that, but even the power it cast was also the same.

Ten divine rings condensed by spiritual energy locked Zhao Xiang's neck, arms, and legs respectively, and they planned to imprison Zhao Xiang at once.

"I see, Han Tian, is the time you said to be to observe my cultivation and mastery?" Zhao Xiang said coldly to Han Tian, while flicking his hands continuously, the ten points of light condensed by the aura met the divine ring shot by the fake Zhao Xiang.

"Is it, Zhao Xiang?" fake Zhao Xiang sneered, his voice full of arrogance, "Even if you understand it now, it's too late, not to mention the mystery, whether you can figure it out or not." What I can tell you is that when the ten figures I drew were fused with me, I would naturally have insight into all your methods, and as for cultivation, haha, you don't need to say that you know it!"

Zhao Xiang was shocked in his heart.

What, you know my tricks and have a much higher level of Xuan Immortal cultivation than me?

Then, how can you fight this zuihou battle? Is there only the result of steady defeat and no win?

In the middle of his thoughts, Zhao Xiang forcibly pressed down the horror and suspicion in his heart, and roared with a cold look in his eyes-"Is it too late, it depends on how long you can support us in this battle!"

After speaking, thoughts came out again and again in his heart - Zhao Xiang tried his best to urge the divine ring condensed by ten kinds of spiritual energy, flashing with cold blue, silver white, fiery red, purple red, and emerald green, wrapped in a fierce attack like an angry sea wolf, and the divine ring shot by the fake Zhao Xiang had a fierce and crazy collision.

Boom - five thunderbolts, deafening.

The erupting fury caused a surging sound in the Xuanzong Hall.

The colorful light quickly covered the main hall, and after dozens of flashes, it dissipated.

The same liliang, the same moves meet in mid-air.

The painting gods Han Tian and Zhao Xiang each bounced off, and neither of them took the slightest advantage.

Because the painting god Han Tianxiu surpassed Zhao Xiang a lot, Zhao Xiang suffered more in the first duel.

It was only because of the many battles in the previous battles that the painting god Han Tian suffered heavy physical and mental damage, and Zhao Xiang barely fought a draw with him in this duel.

Zhao Xiang was quite angry about this.

He never imagined that he would one day fight him.

Whoever says this will not believe it, what is it if it is not a fantasy and an idiot is talking about a dream?!

However, all this is true, the facts cannot be changed, and everything in front of you, even if you don't believe it, you can only do nothing.

However, the fake Zhao Xiang conjured up by the painting god will not leave Zhao Xiang any time to think no matter what.

The painting god thought that once Zhao Xiang figured out something mysterious from it-he himself carried a heavy wound to defeat him or even kill him, it would be an unattainable thing.

On the other hand, if such a scene really happened, then it was more likely that he would die on the spot.

As the time to fight with Zhao Xiang for strength and strategy became longer and longer, the painting god felt more and more that Zhao Xiang was as smart as the sea and the wisdom was better than the fox.

Drawing the Divine Heart Dao, Zhao Xiang may not necessarily discover the secret of the supernatural powers I have exerted.

But we should not pin our hopes on such inconsequencies.

To deal with Zhao Xiang, you must take every step of the way, and a mistake will lead to a big mistake.