The golden shadow trembled, how could he have been so humiliated since he was born? It's a great shame, and it can't be washed away in a lifetime, if you don't break this person's body into thousands of pieces, it is really difficult to eliminate the hatred in your heart.

But at this time, the giant palm of the cloud and mist was about to come, not when he was angry, although he knew that the palm of his hand was slapped on the wall, and the image that appeared in the world of the painting did not have a substantial attack power, but if it was drawn on the face, it was a hundred times more uncomfortable than death.

The golden shadow was about to dodge and dodge, but at this moment, a pen suddenly broke through the void and came out, just so lightly in front of his eyes, a thick ink became a rolling river, as if it was an iron cable blocking the river, forcibly stopping him.

"This ......"

Just as the golden shadow hesitated, the giant palm in mid-air suddenly increased its speed, and swept over his cheek, and there seemed to be a crisp 'snap' sound in his heart, and his cheek was as if a knife had cut it, and there was a hot pain, as if the slap was so real.

"You're dead! You're dead! If you walk out of this mural, you will definitely be crushed to ashes. ”

The golden shadow trembled, his face distorted instantly, his expression became hideous, and his eyes seemed to be about to erupt with fire.

"Tianyi Zhenjun, you want to come out of it, but you have to ask the Danqing Holy Pen of this seat!"

Before the erratic voice fell, a stroke of a pen swept through the void, and a few strokes of silver hook and iron were drawn, and suddenly a huge mountain was pressed down out of thin air, and the heavy pressure that frightened the world. It was as if a corner of the heavens had collapsed, enough to crush the Jindan monk into powder.

After all, the golden shadow was not comparable to the ordinary Jindan Zhenjun, stretched out his hands and rubbed them in his palms, and a lightning bolt turned into a silver snake to meet him, tightly wrapped around the huge mountain, bursts of electric arcs poured down like waves, the mountains and rocks cracked one after another, and the debris in the sky exploded into the air, turning into a torrential rain of ink pouring down, but it was burned by electric sparks. Billowing black smoke filled the air. The momentum is overwhelming.

But is it so simple? With a slight stroke of the pen, it is a dangerous river; Let's talk about sketching a few strokes, it is a majestic mountain; A little smearing will cause wind and clouds, rain, snow, thunder and lightning to roar. A drop of ink can create a world.

Mo Wentian made a random stroke on the wall. In the painting, the world is the supreme power. The golden shadow was so embarrassed that if it was outside the mural, the five Mo Wentian would not be able to reach one of his hands. But now in the world of the painting, the Danqing holy brush is the master of heaven and earth, and all living beings are born from it.

The fierce attack was like the raging waves of the sea, it seemed that there was no end, the golden shadow was difficult to resist, at this time it was like a catfish on the board, life and death were only a matter of time, Xingyue Zhenjun saw it clearly from the sidelines, and the resentful voice shouted: "Boy, you are dead, dare to do something to Brother Tianyi, the Seven Star Hall will not let you go." ”

As soon as she finished speaking, her left hand was in the treasure bag, and she took out the flower picking holy mirror and put it in the palm of her hand, the bronze mirror reflected a light, shining in the void through layers of clouds and mist, and imprinted the pen in the mirror, and her right hand grabbed the mirror like an iron claw, she had no way at this time, except for the flower picking holy mirror, she really couldn't think of any way to shake the pen.

But listening to the sound of 'bang', there was an incomparable amount of power overflowing on the mirror, containing an awe-inspiring and inviolable heavenly might, Xingyue Zhenjun 'wow' spit out a mouthful of blood, and was shocked to fall from the shuttle-like flying magic weapon, and smashed heavily into a rocky mountain stream, his face was already as pale as paper.

At the same time, Mo Wentian, who was holding a pen outside the mural, suddenly shook his whole body, and an incomparable force came out of the pen, and the tiger's mouth was instantly blown up with blood, and the force penetrated into the body, and the dantian seemed to be hit hard, and the breath of the whole body was suddenly disordered, and the corners of the mouth faintly spilled blood, and the majesty of the defloration holy mirror was also inviolable.

In this short moment, Tianyi Zhenjun saw a glimmer of vitality, and his whole body turned into a flash of light, which disappeared in the depths of the clouds in an instant.

"This stupid woman dares to ruin the big things of this seat!"

Mo Wentian's face was a little angry, Tianyi Zhenjun is the biggest threat to Wujimen, with this person in Zheng Guo, he will have trouble sleeping and eating, but this person is extremely strong, he is definitely not an opponent, he finally encountered this God-given opportunity, he can easily kill this person, but he did not expect to be destroyed by Xingyue Zhenjun.

With the supernatural powers of Tianyi Zhenjun, as long as he has seen his face in the ruins of the imperial city, it is not difficult to deduce his identity in the future, I am afraid that he will leave endless troubles, and perhaps the seeds of the destruction of Wujimen have been planted.

Speaking of this thought, Mo Wentian's hatred was broken, even if he didn't kill this woman, he had to leave her a lesson that he would never forget, otherwise it would be difficult to eliminate the hatred in his heart.

Mo Wentian floated over with a cold expression, but saw that in an inconspicuous mountain stream in the mural, Xingyue Zhenjun fell to the ground with a pale face, and the corners of his mouth were bubbling blood, dyeing half of his body into blood brown, and the rich smell of blood was pushed by the breeze, spreading a place hundreds of feet away, a one-eyed scavenging crocodile drilled out of the rock, and the rotten nose was sucked in the air, and slowly approached step by step in the direction from which the smell of blood came.

Mo Wentian stared at this picture, shook his head and said to himself: "It's really a stupid woman, is this the end of your life to save people?" You're about to become the delicacy of the ancient beasts, but where is the true monarch hiding that day? ”

As he was muttering to himself, the one-eyed scavenger roared, apparently spotting Xingyue Zhenjun lying in a pool of blood, saliva from the corners of his mouth and roaring, apparently treating her as a delicious meal for his belly.

Mo Wentian shook his head slightly, although he didn't have a good impression of this woman, and even had murderous intentions in his heart, but he couldn't do it if he wanted to stand by and watch this scene, not to mention that this woman was the daughter of the Lord of the Seven Stars Palace, and she played an extremely important role in exploring the ruins of the imperial city, but she couldn't die here in vain.

As soon as he thought of this, he picked up the Danqing Holy Pen and sketched a few strokes on the wall, and drew a door next to Xingyue Zhenjun, although he thought it was a door, but his painting skills were really not flattering, and the painting was like a dog hole.

Mo Wentian didn't care if the painting was like it or not, anyway, he could use it with his other hand, he broke into the door with his other hand, and at the moment when the one-eyed scavenger crocodile pounced forward, his big hand grabbed Xingyue Zhenjun's neck, and pulled her out of the wall like a dead dog.

'Boom', the earth shook, the one-eyed scavenger pounced into the air, one-eyed stunned to look up, but saw a low door open in front of him, outside there was a young man in white Shengxue standing proudly, raising his hand to hold the woman in purple who was regarded as the prey, looking at it with a smile.

This act of snatching food was about to provoke the one-eyed scavenging crocodile, and with a low roar, he kicked his hind legs violently, and his head slammed into the low door. But how could it be so large that it could pass through that low door? At the moment, his head was stuck in it, and it was extremely difficult to advance or retreat, and he couldn't stop struggling and roaring with his mouth open, and a rancid breath filled the air.

"Lao Tzu is worried about how to block the door? You just take the initiative to send it! It's wonderful! ”

Mo Wentian smiled slightly, reversed the pen of the Danqing Holy Pen, and lightly tapped on the head of the one-eyed scavenging crocodile, as if a giant hammer had smashed on the watermelon, and the head shattered, turning into a piece of ink and splashing on the wall, and the violent roar came to an abrupt end.

However, at the same time as this voice fell, a strong voice came from outside the hall: "Young hall master, what happened?" ”

In the world realm inside the painting, no matter how earth-shattering, there will not be a sound coming out, but the one-eyed scavenging crocodile's head is stuck outside the wall, and its roaring sound is coming out of the hall, which has naturally attracted the attention of the eight Taibao Zhenjun.

But the voice was silent, as if the Danqing Hall was empty, and it was indescribably weird and terrifying.

The eight Taibao Zhenjun looked at each other outside the hall, and the Taibao Zhenjun who spoke first had a solemn expression, and said in a deep voice: "The three junior disciples of Zhonghuo, Ningtu, and Yonglei, the three of you go in and investigate." ”

"Yes, Senior Brother Renri!"

At the same time as the voice fell, three figures flashed suddenly, and three figures appeared in front of the temple gate, and the violent aura filled the left and right.

The hair and head of the Zhonghuo Taibao were all red, as if a raging flame was born on the neck, and the heat wave of the flame was close to the temple gate; The concretion is as stable as Mount Tai, and every step out seems to shake the earth; The thunder roared above Yonglei Taibao's head, and there was a flash of thunder and lightning in his robe.

At the same time as the three Taibao pushed the door in, a round of scorching sun slowly rose above the head of Renri Taibao, and ten thousand rays of light shone in the sky, revealing the figures hidden in the surroundings, and there were seven or eight shadow pupils, obviously trying to plot the true king inheritance of the Danqing Palace.

"Four junior brothers, change the formation immediately!"

At the same time as Renri Taibao's words fell, the other four true monarchs took him as the center, and their body shapes changed as if they were fighting and the stars were moving, and the sword was unanimous with the outside, and the sword was full of momentum, and a majestic momentum suppressed the surroundings, which seemed to be deterring any Jindan monk who had a ghost in the Danqing Palace.

At this time, the three true monarchs such as the Zhonghuo Taibao had already pushed open the temple door, and the three figures disappeared in a flash, and they disappeared into the palace gate, but almost at the same time, three angry screams were immediately heard.

Immediately after, it was the terrible scream of the Zhonghuo Taibao, and suddenly something flew out of the temple gate, and stopped rolling on the steps in front of the hall.

At this moment, the five Taibao Zhenjun were a little unable to react, but one of them exclaimed: "Senior Brother Zhonghuo, that's Senior Brother Zhonghuo!" ”

The other four people took a closer look, and saw that the human head, eyebrows, and hair were all red, as if the flames that had stopped jumping, but it was not the Zhonghuo Taibao, at this time, I saw that his face was hideous, his pupils were extremely open, and he was obviously extremely shocked and unwilling to die.

At this time, in the main hall, there was a hearty laughter: "Three are not enough to kill, all of them will be rolled in and killed!" (To be continued......)