Murong Kunpeng's face changed, before Fu Xiuya entered the mural, no character in the mural had ever moved.

But Fu Xiuya had already been sealed in the coffin pill by him, why was there another white-clothed sword cultivator beckoning to him?

Murong Kunpeng stared at the white-clothed sword cultivator and took a closer look, and it was strange to find that the white-clothed sword cultivator's expressions and movements were the same as Fu Xiuya's, except for the difference in clothing and appearance, he was almost a person!

What is it that I sealed in the coffin pill?

Murong Kunpeng didn't hesitate to bite his finger and wipe it towards the white-clothed sword cultivator, but something unexpected happened to him, he wiped off the white-clothed sword cultivator's waist, and the white-clothed sword cultivator broke it in two and fell to the ground, but a blue-faced and fanged ghost ran over and beckoned to him with bared teeth!

He smeared his finger on the head of the blue-faced fanged ghost, and the headless ghost vanished in an instant, but a three-tailed fox came out of the grass, grinning and raising a paw to beckon him like a beckoning cat.

Murong Kunpeng split the three-tailed fox into two with one finger, and a white cloud floated in the sky, and the white cloud changed shape like a big smiling face, and it also split a wisp like a hand......

"Huh." Murong Kunpeng sneered and took out a handful of Bu Yu Dan: I can't cure you?

Bai Yun's smiling face suddenly couldn't laugh, and he saw his wisps of hand-like clouds beckoning to the side.

Several five-clawed golden dragons flew over with a villain in their mouths, and Murong Kunpeng fixed his eyes on it, some of the villains were full of flesh and tigers, some were honest and bald, some were shirtless and had eyes like swords, and some were rustic and tearful, and they were basically known to him.

Jiao Jingjing and the shirtless sword cultivators had already accepted their fate, and they were all waiting for death with their eyes closed and motionless.

Baili Niu begged bitterly while crying for his father and mother.

Zhao Si of the Heavenly Demon Palace desperately pounded the fangs of the five-clawed golden dragon, but it was useless.

For the five-clawed golden dragon, they are too fragile and small......

Bai Yun smiled confidently, raised a wisp of cloud like a hand, and waved it down violently.

The five-clawed golden dragon that bit the Baili Cow immediately bit down fiercely, and a cloud of blood mist erupted from the blue sky!

Murong Kunpeng also smiled, but his smile was so cold that it seemed that the air was frozen - he knew that pie would not fall from the sky, and all this was simply a trap set by Fu Xiuya, tricking them monks into coming to die!

The world in the painting must be the world controlled by Fu Xiuya, and in the world in the painting, Fu Xiuya is a god!

So the question is, should he watch Jiao Jingjing and them die, or ...... Close your eyes?

Murong Kunpeng was not a native of the Xuanhuang Realm, he came from another world.

Whether it's Zhao Si of the Heavenly Demon Palace, or Jiao Jingjing of the shirtless sword cultivation, or Jiao Jingjing...... Does it have a relationship with him?

But...... Why is he just ruthless? Murong Kunpeng's gaze fell on Jiao Jingjing's big cake face, Jiao Jingjing was anxiously shouting something to him, and the little fat hand waved at him vigorously.

Although he couldn't hear it, Murong Kunpeng magically knew that she was telling him to run fast and not enter the mural.

Murong Kunpeng looked fixedly at Jiao Jingjing's big cake face that was twisted and deformed one by one because of his emotional excitement, although Jiao Jingjing was not beautiful at all, but he was moved by it at this moment.

So just when Bai Yun was sneering, Murong Kunpeng decisively smashed a Buyu Dan out.

Suddenly, a downpour came, washing away all the murals, and when Murong Kunpeng looked at Bai Yun again, Bai Yun couldn't laugh anymore, and several five-clawed golden dragons were trembling.

Threatening Lao Tzu? Murong Kunpeng sneered and threw the Bu Yudan in his hand one by one: Come on! Hurt each other!

Hurt each other! I have hostages anyway! Bai Yun gritted his teeth and glared, waved Yun Fu again, and bit the five-clawed golden dragon that was biting the shirtless sword cultivator, and the shirtless sword cultivator splattered blood on the spot!

Exercise! Murong Kunpeng turned around and threw out Bu Yudan at the mural on the other side, so another downpour washed the mural on the other side!

In this way, the mural where Bai Yun, Jiao Jingjing, and Zhao Siwei are located is like an isolated island in the vast sea, completely isolated.

Bai Yun was square at that time, and the wisp of cloud that he lifted did not dare to wave down for a long time, and finally, he made a difficult decision.

The white cloud changed shape and floated away as it was, but a white-clothed sword cultivator came from the imperial sword, and his demeanor was exactly the same as Fu Xiuya's.

Fairy, take in the supernatural powers! The white-clothed sword cultivator solemnly arched his hand to Murong Kunpeng, and then with a wave of his hand, several five-clawed golden dragons put Jiao Jingjing and Zhao Siwei on the ground and flew away.

Jiao Jingjing and Zhao Siwei were both surprised and happy when they regained their freedom, but they couldn't produce murals anyway.

And it seems that the white-clothed sword cultivator, that is, Fu Xiuya, has left a big psychological shadow on them, Fu Xiuya is obviously standing there alone, so many of them dare not make a move on Fu Xiuya.

After driving away a few golden dragons, Fu Xiuya landed on the ground and made a "please" gesture to Murong Kunpeng.

"Huh." Murong Kunpeng sneered and pointed to the grass, where a one-horned snake quietly poked out its big head in a dustpan.

Fu Xiuya waved his sleeves, and all the characters, birds and beasts in this mural also walked away.

Seeing that Murong Kunpeng was still sneering, Fu Xiuya shook his head with a wry smile and waved his sleeves again.

I saw that the big trees pulled out their roots, ran away like flying, the rocks rolled away by themselves, the rivers rolled up the waves, the white clouds drifted away, and in the blink of an eye, this mural became a blank.

The city routine is deep, I want to go back to the countryside!

Jiao Jingjing and Zhao Siwei were dumbfounded, they didn't expect Fu Xiuya to have so many routines, they couldn't prevent it, and what surprised them even more was that "Jiang Hanxue" could still stabilize Fu Xiuya, but no matter what, they were already desperate and had a glimmer of hope of survival.

Murong Kunpeng took the opportunity to "snap" and smashed out two Buyu Dan, once again reducing the area of this mural.

Fu Xiuya's face suddenly turned to ashes, although all the existence on the mural was driven away by him before, but as long as the mural was connected, he could be summoned in an instant in this mural world, but now the mural is only so big, it is still blank, and it is difficult for a clever woman to cook without rice!

There was a loud bang in the sky, and Brother Bird made his debut! Murong Kunpeng finally jumped towards the mural with confidence and boldness, and he only felt a flower in front of him, as if it had infinite suction power that sucked him over!

When Murong Kunpeng's eyes could see clearly, he had already entered this blank world in the painting!