As soon as he stepped into the painting, the beast began its fiercest attack in two hundred years, and the waves on the surface of the lake rose higher and higher, as if they were about to tear down the attic in the lake.

The inner part of the heart is turbulent, and the world outside the body is like a thin and thin silk with extremely sharp edges.

As soon as he started his whole body, He Bai had to be careful, but the desire of his heart made He Bai's body move randomly, and he didn't know what was wrong.

The heart is on the waterfall, and the heart controls the body, but there is no pain in the brain.

With each step forward, there was an additional wound on the body.

The blood stained the painting that should have been without any flaws, passing through the forests, at this time, He Bai's body was slowly draining, and he wanted to use all his strength but there was no way to stop his heart.

Qi Xuan and blood are intertwined, and with each step, the lost Qi Xuan sticks to the blood, and the light becomes stronger.

Soon came to the top of the mountain, so there was nothing, which made He Bai wonder, and the wounds on his body began to slowly hurt.

The sandy mountain and a few scattered stones were covered with blood when He Bai rolled them.

Vomit –

Spit out something in the shape of a lotus flower, and the pain on He Bai's body slowly subsided as the lotus spit out, and the flesh that bloomed from the wound slowly stuck together.

The muscle blood that wrapped the lotus flower turned into a trace of blood and fell to the ground little by little.

The blood fell to the ground and turned into a lotus petal, more and more blood fell into the ground, and the whole mountain was like an oil painting, with bright red circles surrounding the white lotus heart.

At this time, He Bai's mood was like a tide, and he sat with lotus petals.

The red lotus petals gradually shone with golden light from He Bai's white clothes, which should have been stained with blood, and changed the clothes into yellow.

......

A blue light slashed towards the golden dragon that was shoulder to shoulder high in the mountain, and the golden light was like a Xuanye, blocking one green silk after another.

Chen Shuo, whose upper body was exposed, had already been shaken off by the golden dragon, and his body was bruised.

The scales are also constantly withering and shattering, fighting with fate, the autumn to the Wudang Mountain, which is full of golden leaves, shook the fallen leaves, under the light of the golden dragon, the dragon's body shook, and the golden leaves within a few kilometers were like sharp leaves stabbing at Chen Shuo.

The foot stretched out a step, and the green silk in front of him gathered into a ball, resisting the golden leaf like ten thousand swords.

......

The white light and the green light are almost the same, and the houses within 100 meters of the collision between the two are like muddy water, and the attic is blown down by a shocking wind.

A stream of green luans was surrounded by green silk, and no matter how big the qi was, it still couldn't break through the green silk iron net, as if it was like a tiger being locked in a cage.

Bai Qi Xuan, stopping on the roof, Yan Xiujing looked at the barn of Luluan opposite.

The gray-clad barn had a few more marks on the back that looked like long knives, but there was no sign of bleeding.

Yan Xiu of Tsing Yi, the Tsing Yi on his chest had already been made extremely like a beggar by Lu Luan's Qi Xuan.

A hearty laugh sounded in the uninhabited town, and Yan Xiu said, "The barn, with the law and the right to do it, is like a tiger inserting wings, painting a snake to add to it, why bother to kill yourself?"

The corners of his mouth were in the moonlight, and the blood flowing out of the barn like black lacquer was tapped against the tiles, but he did not return to Yan Xiu.

The green luan's qi is like a knife driving towards the sword, and slashing towards Yan Xiu.

......

The wooden door of the beggar was broken by a purple light qi, and Wang Rui, who was holding a three-pronged hand, swept away and flew to the elk lying in the yard.

When the three prongs were about to pierce into the elk's body, a blue light flew towards Wang Rui in the sky above the courtyard.

A purple light qi was revealed, and from the small room in the courtyard, it broke through the door and slashed Wang Rui.

A green silk broke through the wall from the left side and slashed towards Wang Rui.

A red line on the left side is straight split, Wang Rui.

Inside and outside the courtyard, on the bamboo forest hills, An Suo and Deng Mu sat opposite each other.

Deng Mu, who was full of beard, said slowly, "You can't win by doing this, do you have to be that shameless person?"

These words reminded An Su of the words of the fifth season, there is no need to be polite to treat shameless people, An Su ignored Deng Mu and closed his eyes to recuperate.

......

"Kang Ning, Qingcao, Kong Ze, Lin Xiao, isn't it a bit unfair to fight against an old man who is nearly sixty years old?" asked Guoqing, looking at the picture in the lake.

Wuji, who was sitting on the Hualien lotus root pier, didn't speak because he couldn't see anything.

In the eyes of the National Day, the surface of the lake seems to be like a mirror, and the fighting picture on the town is refracted in the lake, Wang Rui waved the three prongs to resist attacks again and again, and was even knocked out of the yard, Wang Rui collided with the wooden car.

Gathering cloth shoes crossed the threshold built by the lotus root, came to the attic pavilion, stood at the door of the pavilion, bowed deeply and said, "Mo family, Mo Yan see Mr. Tianshen." ”

"Don't be formal, Mo Yan, come over and see if you can see the elephant in the lake?" replied with a wave of his hand behind him.

walked past the lotus root where Wuji was sitting, glanced down at Wuji, and Wuji helplessly made a helpless expression with both hands.

Of course, Wuji knew what Mo Yan meant, and he was also helpless, after all, it was not he who caused the situation where heaven and earth changed colors.

On the National Day of the copper coin clothes, he turned around and asked Mo Yan beside him, "Five seasons, I can't see it, can you see it." ”

"Mr. Hui. In the lake, Mo Yan saw four small fish hitting a koi. ”

As soon as the words fell, Wuji hurriedly came to the right side of the National Day, looked around, and said, "How can there be?"

......

The momentum in the painting gradually decreases, the colorful flowers and plants, small fish and deer, from the feet continue to fade, and the realm of the lake in the heart of He Bai's state of mind continues to increase.

The grains trapped by Fang Li's word "sealing the sword" gradually figured out the action qi of the two words, the mystery of the heavenly vein on which it depended, Fang Li used the mystery of his own cultivation and the flow of the heavenly vein qi to lay down the "sealing sword".

At this moment, Li'er knew that Fang Li had been guided by the gods of the Heavenly Veins to cultivate.

The dragon with golden scales was already scarred, with wounds all over its body, and the golden blood that flowed out was like a river.

I didn't expect Jin Long to have such good luck, and Chen Shuo knew that his life would not be long in coming.

Bang ——!

The tile house was smashed out of a large hole in the shape of a human, and the barn that fell here, spit out a few mouthfuls of blood, and a beam of white light struck again.

......

In the small town, the red-line Kang Ning decided to join the overturned and reinvented pulse-cutting clan, making extraordinary efforts and showing the "Bunsheng" of the real miscellaneous family.

Qi Xuan Red Pillar, clamped Wang Rui, and let the doctor Qingcao use "healing".

A rich aroma came from the surface, but every time the aroma hit the nose, there was a trace of blue light, like ten thousand needles piercing the body.

Confucianism's "luck trivial" made Wang Rui emit purple light and cut off a trace.

Just waiting for Lin Xiao, when the gun was fired, a ball of blue light appeared.

......

The wood spirit that dived into the lake, sat at the bottom of the lake, felt the pulse from the lotus flower, and suddenly opened his eyes in the water.

I couldn't see the picture that the two of them could see, and Wuji suddenly shouted, "Look!"

Eight lotus flowers, at this moment, one gradually fades to half?

"Remnants?" Mo Yanna muttered.