In the midst of the valley, a painted dragon exuding ink rhyme lurks here. The ink around his body seemed to be a sin dragon king from hell.

There was a bloodstain on He Zhizhang's body, and he looked at the difficult monster in front of him with a solemn brow. Otherwise, it doesn't make sense that after a few decades, a black dragon can still live in this abyss so brutally, and can stand immortal without the painting wall.

His eyes scanned around, hoping to find the true body of this evil dragon, otherwise he would be consumed here if the spirit of heaven and earth ink rhyme was inexhaustible.

Bao Rong and Zhang Ruoxu, who were a little far away, took the offerings lurking in the Zhang family, looked at the black jade in their hands, and couldn't help frowning.

"Young master, what's wrong?"

"Ye Lao and Shen Lao...... is dead, and the soul of Mo Zhi returns to heaven and earth. ”

Uncle Ancestor of the Bao family looked at the two star spots that disappeared, frowned and said: "Those people are already dying, there is no reason to threaten the two of them, even if they fight to the death, it is impossible to kill them in such a short period of time? Could it be that those two old things of the Zhang family also came in?"

Bao Rong put away the ink tray in his hand, frowned, and said, "I can't wait any longer." If the two managers of the Zhang family come here to hold them accountable, it will be even more tricky to attack He Zhizhang at that time. Brother Zhang, let's do it. ”

Zhang Ruoxu hesitated: "Take advantage of people's danger, isn't it?"

Bao Rong's eyes revealed murderous intent. Several worshippers around Zhang Ruoxu blocked in front of Bao Rong.

"Woman's kindness, if you don't do it, then you can watch it carefully. We passed. ”

A few people quickly approached the direction of the dragon's cave. Only by clearing the scene is a good time to take the opportunity safely, otherwise someone on the side of the couch will covet it, and even if you get the inheritance, you may not be able to get out of this place and be intercepted and killed.

"Brother He, be careful!"

He Zhizhang looked at Bao Rong and the others who came quickly, and stood with his hands in his hands, his eyes uncertain.

"Brother He, the Zhang family led me to wait over, but I had ulterior motives, those two dead old men were killed, and many people died. ”

He Zhizhang calmly looked at Bao Rong who came over and said, "Hmm." ”

"Brother He, I have a plan to deal with this evil dragon. ”

He Zhizhang didn't look at Bao Rong, but was holding a pen to deduce something.

Bao Rong's eyes narrowed, "This dragon actually has a ......" He put his hand behind his back, and a fine little millimeter was condensed at the tip of the millimeter, and he was already ready to go.

"The weakness is all in the ......"

He Zhizhang looked at the fierce painting dragon and muttered, "Fu." ”

Bao Rong had already walked to He Zhizhang's side for a foot, and the ink pen in his hand was fierce, stabbing him in the back, "What did Brother He say?"

The big characters of Caoli appeared around He Zhizhang, wild and uninhibited, and the method was lofty.

"I said, Brother Bao, your claws are exposed. ”

Bang!

Mo Yun collided, Bao Rong's pupils shrank, and with a bang, he was bounced three or four feet away......

……

……

Call.

There's a big fight going on over there.

Zhong Yue was alone, and finally landed in an area with an open view. From here, the south to the north of the station is clear at a glance. The entire abyss is flare-mouthed. Zhong Yue looked at the place where he came before, it was precisely the narrowest place, similar to the Peach Blossom Source in "The Story of the Peach Blossom Spring", and when he entered the abyss, there would be no cave.

"It should be the dragon cave that I have in my heart. From his point of view, he could vaguely see the huge body of the dragon with a murmur of ink, lurking in the green, as if it would attack the attacker at any moment.

"The golden scales are not in the pool, and they change dragons in the face of wind and clouds. ”

Zhong Yue was not in a hurry to go over and peek at the painted dragon. Originally, he came here, the purpose was not the so-called inheritance, but to find the point he had doubts, if he found nothing this time, he might return to Zhang's house, and find the answer he wanted from the Holy Ink Treasure, or the Saint Ink Treasure left by Zhang Seng Xuan.

The holy ink treasure of the "Seven Holy Pictures" is a deficiency in the bone method.

So how did Zhang Shengqian finally cross this ravine?

Zhong Yue closed his eyes and looked at it with the nine potentials of gods and men.

Once again, there was black and white left between heaven and earth. Zhong Yue felt the ink rhyme that was about to leave, lingering all around, and the bone method was in the painting, is it the eight methods or the seven laws?

Missing or not, this is very important for him.

The scenery in front of me becomes clear when I close my eyes. Clarity does not mean that you see more concretely, but that what you see is simpler. In the world of black and white, all irrelevant and complicated things melt into black, and a clear white ink rhyme is presented in front of Zhong Yue.

Maybe there is some conflict between the word white and ink rhyme, but in Zhong Yue's eyes, it is white ink rhyme.

Yin and yang are mutually reinforcing.

Where there is black, there is white. Meandering, fangs and claws, Zhong Yue looked at the white dragon in front of his eyes, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "It turns out ...... What a big dragon!"

The white ink rhyme between the entire heaven and earth, under the opening of Zhong Yue's Nine Potentials, frantically surged towards Zhong Yue's Heavenly Spirit Cover, forming a large cyclone.

Zhong Yue's vision widened.

Originally, it was just a normal range of vision, but since the cyclone stars, all the white ink rhymes have become Zhong Yue's sensory organs for contacting this world. Gradually, a more concrete image appeared in his mind.

【Point】

【Troll】

【Chop】

【Whisk】

【Peck】

【磔】

【趯】

He could find all these bone methods in this big white dragon, so was it a complete or a lack of a method?

The painting dragon, who was still fighting with the Zhang family and the Bao family, suddenly sensed something and became angry and obedient. Originally, the four limbs of the Mo Dragon soared into the air, slapped one by one, and frantically slapped towards the few offerings.

"Damn, why did this beast suddenly burst into flames?"

"It's not good, Zhang Lao be careful!"

He Zhizhang kept writing and ink in his hands, fighting one against two, but he still had the upper hand.

The grass is big, and the atmosphere is magnificent.

Bao Rong and Zhang Ruoxu were overwhelmed by the beating, and they retreated in defeat after defeat, and when they saw the dragon galloping up, they became even more anxious.

"Why haven't our people arrived yet?"

"Damn, it must be Zhang San and Zhang Si who made a ghost! Brother He, we can't fight with each other and let the Zhang family sit and reap the benefits of the fisherman! Why don't we stop fighting for the time being, and when we deal with this evil animal, the foolish brother will make amends to you, how about it?"

He Zhizhang deduced with a pen, and his brows finally furrowed, even if he was besieged by Bao Rong and Zhang Ruoxu before, he had never been so serious.

"Someone has moved the inheritance of the Dragon Saint. ”

Bao Rong and Zhang Ruoxu looked sideways, the painting dragon seemed to want to struggle hard, and several painters and calligraphers who were squatting in the Feng Realm were thrown around, and it was difficult to parry. If it weren't for this layout, it would have been premeditated a long time ago, and these Bao family and Zhang family's offerings had formed a large array, which could match the blow of the powerhouse of the Law Book Realm, otherwise they would have been unable to parry.

"Damn, who moved the inheritance of Zhang Sengqiu!!