"I can't look past it...... It's bad, my uncle found out that I was distracted, so I had to leave, don't let people make money. "The Emperor of Heaven said to go, and the person disappeared first, and the words were still behind.

"Avenge your master!"

"Kill!"

The attendant of the great painter took out the attack map to activate and smashed it madly at Sangsang.

"I'm so like a soft persimmon?" Sang Sang frowned, and with a strong hand covering Ryoma's eyes, the newly born Ryoma exploded with a bang, turning into several balls of energy and blasting towards the people who killed him.

"Bang Bang ......"

After a few muffled sounds of watermelons shattering, all the attendants turned into headless people, and their bodies still rushed forward a few steps in inertia before falling to the ground.

The Soul Gathering Talisman array at the bottom of the pool lit up with a red light.

Sang Sang looked at sleep, nodded and said to himself: "Gathering souls and gathering souls, that's right, just now it was just teleportation, and now it is a complete soul gathering, it was originally used to collect the souls of the dead." ”

Corpses were strewn all over the field, and blood was pouring all over the ground.

Sang Sang's shot was greater than the visual impact of the Emperor pinching people into meat balls, and it was only the gestation pool that was cleared before, there were still people around, and the flow of customers flocked to the shops on the street, and there were not too many people who paid attention to the central square, and the screams and vomiting sound came and went not far away.

The Roc bird soared into the sky.

Sang Sang raised his hand, and an invisible thread tied the bird's leg and pulled it violently.

In the midst of the long and mournful song, the Dapeng bird fell to the ground, its feathers stained with blood.

Sang Sang asked kindly: "Don't make noise, isn't it good to send you into reincarnation?" ”

The Dapeng bird retracted, but shook its head again and again, and marked the words "live" and "spare life" on the ground with its paws.

Even as a bird, you have to be strong to live?

Sangsang tilted his head and quickly tiptoed a little. Fly and land on the bird's head: "Let me see how you are, I can keep your life honestly." ”

The Dapeng bird did not dare to move.

After Sang Sang collected its information, he kept his promise and released it directly. He also cleaned the messy central square.

All the dead bodies were scattered into aura, blood stains were evaporated, and the clean ground made one suspect that the scene just seen was just an illusion.

"In the entire Danxia world, only the soul is real, and everything else is the transformation of the creation of the aura through the law, no wonder the teacher said that if you encounter a bottleneck, you can try to study flowers and trees, and there is a small piece of the creation puzzle."

The central square is a gathering place for civilians. But when Sang Sang and the Heavenly Emperor made a move, the aura of the entire Danshi Town was surging, as long as the aura affinity was slightly higher, they could sense it, and those painters who had just participated in the Law Heavenly Pill Partition Conference suddenly came to their senses.

Such a strong aura fluctuation. Could it be that there is another law heavenly pill appearing?!

The first batch of painters arrived, just in time to see the blood-stained corpses all over the ground turning into aura and dispersing into the air with a wave of Sangsang's hand, and the majestic swan army instantly shrank into quails.

There is only one exception.

"Sang Hongye, why are you here?"

The person who spoke was the director of the Qinghe Painting Academy. That is, the great painter who wanted to accept Sangsang as a closed disciple.

"Dean." Sangsang respects his teachers. straightened his sleeves and bowed slightly: "I will accompany someone to give birth to a child." ”

Dean Qinghe turned sideways to avoid it, and the person who found this looked at Sang Sang with even more strange eyes, what kind of identity made Dean Qinghe dare not accept her courtesy? What kind of family can raise a twelve or thirteen-year-old girl so well?

"The academy's gestation pool is better than here, why don't you take someone there?" Dean Qinghe is amiable, which is completely inconsistent with his title of black-faced killing god.

"It's close here." Sang Sang replied seriously, and then said: "Seeing the dean's spring breeze, this time will definitely be fruitful." ”

"Hmm. Not bad. Dean Qinghe nodded slightly, and his face couldn't hide his satisfaction. Introduce to a friend: "This is Sang Hongye, the secret weapon of this year's painting competition of our art academy, it is really unfortunate that you will find it in advance." ”

Sangsang received a lot of praise and meeting gifts, but not everyone gave Dean Qinghe face.

Someone spoke in a weird way: "Qinghe, the person who was lying down just now was wearing the costume of our Wishing City, don't you explain?" ”

Dean Qinghe replied lightly: "A few waiters, if they die, they will die, although our red leaves are temperamental, but they are very reasonable, and it must be the other party's disrespect to her first." ”

Someone said: "Not only the waiter, but Master Xu Yun is also gone." ”

"Soul Resurrector Xu Yun? Really? ”

Everyone looked at the person who spoke in surprise, it was a painter from a pen family, and he was a little shrunken under the attention of everyone, and his bearing was not as good as that of a child.

Dean Qinghe said coldly: "What's the matter, from beginning to end, don't let me know that there is exaggeration and falsehood. ”

The people in Wishing City also said: "Say, don't be afraid, you still have to be reasonable in this world." ”

The pen painter didn't dare to look at Sang Sang and Dean Qinghe, and said to a long story short: "Our family thirteen went to the Ten Thousand Demon Forest to hunt demons when she was injured and carried back, it was her hand to protect the martial artist, just because she hid in Xingyu Pen's house as soon as she arrived in Danshi Town, because of the rules, we didn't go directly to the door to invite someone, today I found out that she went out, I wanted to invite her to the pen house to ask about the situation, who knew that all the people sent back to go back, Master Xu Yun said that the means are clever, should awaken the memory of the previous life, to meet her, and then did not come back." ”

The people of Wishing City looked at Sang Sang: "What about Master Xu?" ”

Sang Sang replied lightly: "It's dead." ”

Seeing that Sang Sang had no regrets or guilt, the man was angry: "You ......"

Dean Qinghe hurriedly stopped: "Wait, Momiji, you didn't seriously hurt their souls, did you?" ”

Sang Sang shook his head: "No." ”

Dean Qinghe waved his hand: "Okay, okay, the dignified soul resurrection master can't even beat a teenage student, so I'm embarrassed to find trouble?" Take advantage of the early knew, go back and summon the soul to resurrect, after seven days, even if the soul is recalled and there is no memory, you have to start over, and you Wishing City will really have one less great painter. ”

Necromancy? Resurrection?

Sang Sang's eyes flashed, and he secretly hoped that the other party would come to trouble her again after being resurrected, so that she could use the mirror image of time and space to watch the resurrection memory.

Dean Qinghe took care of everything, and said that before the Fighting Painting Competition, he had to investigate anyone's negative activities against Sang Hongye to the end, and the pen family didn't even die, let alone trouble Sang Hongye.

Sang Sang refused Dean Qinghe's invitation, still returned to Xingjia, and learned to make pens with the old man, but he didn't expect that the next day, Dean Qinghe came to the door as the student's parent, and then lived directly in Xingjia.

"The painting competition started in half a month, I will wait here, no matter how much progress you make when the time comes, you must follow me."

Dean Qinghe had a sense of crisis, especially from the insiders of the incident in the central square, pondering the strength of Sang Sang, and remembering that Sang Sang had never promised that he would definitely participate in the Fighting Painting Competition, so he came to the urgent staging strategy, anyway, he had just taken the Law Heavenly Pill, and it was inconvenient to go back to the academy.

Unexpectedly, after living here, I was shocked by the speed of the students' progress every day, and in the end I could only summarize it as: "The royal family is really as perverted as the legend." ”

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