The golden crow is flying to the end, and the cold moon is clear!

Unconsciously, Wutian and the six little fairies and little fairies had been watching each other for a full seventy-seven forty-nine days and nights.

In the past forty-nine days and nights, none of them have moved a bit, they are all using super soul power to lock each other on, and they are all secretly and quietly trying to find opportunities to kill their opponents as much as possible.

They stood still as if they were standing still, silently waiting for each other to be in a trance, even if the opponent had a small flaw, it was a rare opportunity to kill the opponent with one move......

However, they never waited for such an opportunity for each other.

Because everyone is a god-level elite, the sun and the moon alternate, and they all have not left the slightest flaw to their opponents.

On the forty-ninth snowy night, a jackdaw flew from the western sunset and landed on the old tree-like Heavenly Punishment Armor on Wutian's body, and screamed in a miserable and miserable voice.

The snow is even more than the jackdaw tree, and the sound is more than the other!

Wutian hid in the armor, feeling that his blood was surging, as if he was about to explode.

"Strange! How can I fucking get hot on this cold day? It's not going crazy, is it??? ……！ Uh, no,...... That's not right! Wutian said to himself secretly.

"Stinky boy! You are under the protection of your master's super soul power, so you are naturally warm! Take a good look, under the feet of these gods, there is still a foot of cold frost ಥ_ಥ that has not melted? Xingtian Armor laughed and said.

One after another, intermittently, the baby-like miserable screams swept across the night sky of Danyang Town.

On the horizon, a few faint starlights fell from a high place until they fell to the end of the blue-brown West Mountain.

The disaster star fell, and several long dark green arcs were drawn in the snow-white sky, and they couldn't disperse for a long time......!

The frozen air was completely shattered into pieces by the screams of the white crows, and the snowflakes began to fly.

When Wutian looked at his master again, he saw that the frost flowers on his body had already turned into snowflakes in seconds......!

No wonder this dead crow doesn't know the true face of the Demon Ancestor! It's really infuriating, I can't hide, and you're still running to the heads of grandfathers to make endless noise! If it weren't for the fierce rival in front of you, Grandpa would definitely swallow you in one bite.

Hey, hey, hey! Holding grasshoppers is also meat ....... Heavenless Darkness.

"Lawless, don't get distracted. Concentrate on your enemies. Xingtian Armor whispered a warning that Wutian was coming, and said coldly.

"Hey, hey, hey! Master, this stinky bird treats you and me as a piece of rotten wood! ......" Wutian laughed awkwardly with Xingtian Armor and said.

"Modo words! If it weren't for the master's concentration of the cold current of the demonic thoughts of you and me, it is estimated that we would have been refined into molten iron by these seven guys with the True Heavenly God Fire! Concentrate on the enemy, now let's kill one and earn one. "Xingtian Armor came with a twelve-point spirit, and said to the super soul power demon thought that was stationed in the spiritual qi demon fetus of the heavenless self.

"Master, there are only six of them! And what about the seven? Wutian looked at the front and back, left and right, and asked very puzzled.

"There's another one on our heads! ......" Xingtian and Wutian whispered in a sloppy voice.

"Ah...... Is it this stinky crow that screams and screams all the time? Wutian asked.

"It's not ......! Don't ask, you can't see his existence! If I'm right, he should be the owner of the town, what kind of bullshit Danyangzi! You don't care, concentrate on dealing with those six people, if he comes down, the master will naturally have a way to deal with him. Xingtian was very cautious and whispered to Qi Wutian, and said.

"Okay, master. I must have taken this group of bowls at eight o'clock. Wutian clenched his fists fiercely and said.

"Mm-hmm, that's right. There are masters to make your armor, and their immortal qi cloud sword can't shoot you down, so attack boldly. …… Don't be afraid! "Xing Tianqiang calmly continued to encourage Wutian, Dao.

"Master, can you use the 'All Demons Return to One' you just taught me now?" Wutian looked at the six weird people around him, who were not immortals, immortals, demons, demons, demons, ghosts, ghosts, demons, and demons, and asked again about the punishment of the heavens, and said.

Yes, he has to make some preparations, at least he can win a chance to survive if he can't beat it, and he can run away when the time comes.

Master Wutian and his master and apprentice were constantly encouraging and cheering each other, and before they knew it, time flew away for a few hours.

Just after the child, the bright moon is scattered for thousands of miles, and there is no place to return ......!

After a while, the cold moon and clear light flew snow-jasper-like necklaces all over the world, and the milky white world began to be rendered in ink in the blink of an eye, and the earth was vast and unobstructed, and suddenly it became extremely obscure.

Wutian is a person and a nail frost flower turns into a snowflake, and on the chest under the snowflake, the ghost eyes on the top of the pair of black iron pots are wide open, and one after another dismal blood-red soul power slowly floats out.

"Blood Soul, God-level Blood Soul! This must be lawless. The man in black in the back laughed grimly and said.

"Yes, the super soul power from the wood planet can take people's lives, take ghosts, take immortal gall, and catch the blood mist of demons. It must be him, Xun You's Blood Soul doesn't have this kind of strength. Seeing the red smoke drifting around, the strange man on the right also exclaimed, and said.

The blood mist swayed from side to side in a daze, and millions of tiny granular magic eyes hesitated for a moment, and finally all locked onto the young girl in front of her and the beautiful scholar beside her, and they rushed straight up regardless of the entanglement.

"Painting, stop playing....... Beware, he's going crazy. The beautiful scholar reminded the young girl in a low voice.

"Understand! Poetry, don't be verbose, we haven't gotten married yet! We must accept his armor as a gift for our wedding. Hehehehe, in this case, I can go back to heaven happily. The young girl laughed and said.

"Hey! …… Don't let him in. Otherwise, we'll all have to work hard to exorcise his demonic thoughts in a while! The young scholar smiled quietly and said to the young girl.

"You're so annoying! Well, okay! Don't play, don't play! Sick of it...... You. The young girl said, waving her little hand like a white magnolia flower, and very casually sent out a scroll of ink-colored drops of white cloud landscape painting.

A picture of splendid mountains and rivers fell to the ground from the cuffs of a young girl, and it was like a million feet all the way to the lawless blood-colored clouds, and it spread out in the past.

"Good, good at it!" Wutian shouted, shook off the snow on his body, and pulled out a trace of magic from his consciousness, and turned into a huge pair of scissors.

"Beware! Don't let the blood mist pollute Mr.'s map of mountains and rivers. Pictorial ...... Be careful, he still has a back hand, the Demonic Scissor Hand. The talented young man has been staring at Wutian's every move, and the demonic thought of Wutian has not yet been sent, and he has already predicted it in advance, and immediately sent a message to the beautiful and delicious little girl!

"You're fucking, you'll be able to talk, and you'll be able to do it too!" Wutian scolded in a hurry, and said.

"Don't be angry! Wutian, if you can really provoke them, you can lure them all over, and the master will give them a catch. Hahahaha! Xingtian Armor laughed and said to Wutian.

The blood mist met the true Tianshan River Map, just like a demon child seeing a demon girl, he strode into the ...... with a smile.

Just when the blood soul was flying with snowflakes and chirping on the map of the real Tianshan River, the mountains and rivers in the picture suddenly came to life, and the mountains and tsunamis were surging wildly in the picture, and many demonic beasts jumped up and down at the skyless blood soul and rushed straight to the ground, opening their bloody mouths one by one, and swallowing the blood soul clean with one mouthful.

The real Tianshan River Diagram is clear and faint with a dark green background, and slowly like a drunk girl, red fluttered.

The girl's little hand shook and put away the mountains and rivers, which turned out to be a burgundy lipstick!

The magic sky red and glamorous big scissors conjured from the power of the desolation that came out of the angel clicked, but it swooped into the air, and was stunned in the air.

The cute pets looked around, looking around for their targets, like a few big fools, so not funny.

"A couple of big fools! It's a mini lipstick now! Don't look for it. You can't cut it when you catch up, and if you cut it, you have to smear your real lipstick, and you can't wash it off. Hehehehehe! The crow on the top of Wutian's head, which was black for a while, white for a while, and red for a while, said with a smile.

"I'll go! You deliberately found fault with it, huh? Looking for the joy of your godless grandfather, right? Okay, okay, Lao Tzu will pinch you to death, and I'll add some soul power and demonic thoughts to you first. Wutian became angry and said to the crow above his head.

"Boy! How old are you? Lao Tzu is the Three Realms Netherworld Ghost Crow pointed out by Mr. Ling's immortal fate, you want to catch me? I didn't kill you. Stay on the side and fight your fight. The crow said disdainfully, and with a groan, the crow flew out and fell into the mist.

"Boy, I've told you, ignore him, and deal with these little guys in front of you. Why don't you listen? Xingtian Armor was a little angry, and said to Wutian in a vicious voice.

"Got it, master." Wutian agreed, retracted his mind, and then refreshed his energy again, ready to kill the enemy.

"Boy, be ready to die! Ten thousand demons attack the heart, and the ghosts are frightened. Wutian let out a loud sigh, and the words began to flow out of his mouth.

Immediately after a wave of effort, countless gods and demons, demons and monsters, dancing with their teeth and claws, and dancing with their hands and feet, went straight to the poetry of the scholar and the painting of the girl.

The town of Danyang was stormy for a while, and the snow swept the ground and the grass folded.

Streams of bloody rain poured down from the misty sky like splashing water.

"Painting, stand back!" The scholar pulled the painting behind him, reached out and took out a snow-white brush from the book of heaven, and threw it into the sky with a whoosh.

"The eighth prince is really sealed with a pen, a painting of the sky and the clouds, every day there is a shock; The second painting of the yellow earth, the ghost road is light everywhere; Three paintings of man and beast, demons and monsters go away; Four paintings of heavenly thunder and slashing demons; Five paintings of the heavenly wind to remove the demon barrier; Six paintings of foxes want to fly immortals; Seven paintings of ghosts have no complaints...... One by one, one shocking the world, one horizontal and one vertical crying ghosts and gods. …… There is a new world of pen and brush, and painting is a river and lake! …… Wutian, look at my magic pen! Hahahaha. The scholar was poetic, and he recited aloud with pride.

After the scholar finished singing, he saw a magic pen in the sky that was as transparent as water, shooting out one golden light after another like a fire tip.

Inside the golden light, if there is a divine help, the power is so great that it can completely split mountains and open stones, and divide thousands of mountains and rivers and trenches.

"Ahh …… Wutian, burned him with the fire of the five elements of the earth demon, and burned him to death. This is Lao Ling's bowl of eight o'clock magic pen heavenly book. Xingtian Armor was taken aback and shouted loudly.

"Gotcha! Master. "Wutian said goodbye to my magic pen Tianshu, his fighting spirit was high, and the whole person seemed to be beaten with chicken blood, he took a deep breath of demonic energy, and said.

"Old man, old man! I didn't expect your doppelganger to hide in this Danyang town to recuperate, it's really not a family that doesn't get together! In that case, don't blame me for being lawless, ruthless, and unjust! Hahahaha. Wutian laughed wildly, as if he had finally seized a chance to take revenge, and shouted and spewed smoke and fire.

"Calm down! Don't get excited, deal with these six little kids first. Xingtian Armor reminded Wutian and said.

"Master, I want to kill! It's a feeling like you've never felt before. "There is no way of heaven.

"Calm down! Calm down! To kill, you have to be calm. Otherwise, it will only backfire. Xingtian's armor tightened his armor and reminded Wutian again.

"Master, you help me take a good look at the bowl of the old man, and I will do my best to deal with these six old guys." Wutian saw that the first stroke of the Heavenly Sword of Poetry had been killed in front of him, and the light of the demon spirit condensed into a black water, fire, and ice shield, and the fig leaf was immediately erected to block it.

This water is not the water of the sky, nor the water of the Huangquan intersection of the ground water, but the water of the refining of the body fluid of the demon soul of the floating corpse mountain, in which there are thousands of insects and thousands of Gu swimming, and it is difficult to entangle whether it is broken or not.

This fire is not a fire in the sky and a fire on the ground, but a new variety of demon fire intertwined with the ghost fire of the Netherworld and the demon fire of Miluo Mountain.

There is no wind or waves in the heavenly sword, and it looks like a floating cloud to the naked eye, a white and flawless white cloud like a mountain knife, and there is no murderous spirit at all.

However, apart from the two sides of the battle, outsiders can't see any way to it!

Wutian only felt a cold storm hit his demon shield, and he couldn't help but snort, and almost fell to the ground.

The little scholar in the ring was also injured a lot by the rebound of the great soul power of the devil's shield, and he took several steps backwards in a row, and then he pinched his body, let out a long sigh of fairy breath, and secretly said that it was not good.