"Damn, you dare to ignore me. He Tuzi was furious, in the mountains and rivers of Jitu, he was high, and he had a big Ji Ji who was more than two thousand zhang long. "Get down on your knees, and then accept the bombardment of my Armstrong boomer. "If not, you know what will happen." ”

Bang!

An indescribable cloud of gas burst out from the big Ji Ji of the river map, formed a colorful cloud, and poured down. In an instant, the clone of Bi Fang Buddha, the clone of Flame Lingji, and the small green gourd were all shone below.

"Hahaha, I am the only master of heaven and earth, the great master, I let you die, you have to die. Flame Lingji, you woman, in front of me, dare to talk and laugh with Dou Bifang, you want to show affection, very good, I will give you a big gift. He Tuzi said indifferently.

Flutter.

The big Ji Ji of Hetuzi, dancing without wind, smashed downward, and when he landed, he smashed a big hole in the ground. "Grave, this is the grave of both of you, jump in, and I'll bury you properly. He Tuzi ordered, "No one has ever dared to resist me, Flame Lingji, you can't do it, Dou Bifang, you can't do it either." ”

Under the colorful clouds, the sword fetus in the small green gourd said disdainfully: "Grandpa, is the instrument spirit of the mountain and river Jitu stupid, until now, he has not yet recognized the situation." I'm going to shoot or not, kill him now. But I don't really want to eat him, he's stupid, and after eating him, will I become as stupid as him. "The sword tire is worried.

Bi Fangfo's doppelganger said: "Your worries are not unreasonable, Blue Blood Gourd Sword, you still don't eat Hetuzi for the time being." This person will lower your IQ, and the poor monk doesn't like stupid machine spirits. ”

"Well, whatever Grandpa says, I'll just do it. The sword fetus laughed, sneering, in the small gourd, suddenly burst out of its oily sword qi, gushing out of the gourd, smashing the colorful clouds that shone down, and couldn't get close to Bifang Buddha and the little blue blood gourd.

Brush. Bi Fangfo's clone suddenly looked at Flame Lingji's clone, "It's no longer there, it seems that Hetuzi is in danger." He said.

"This woman is not simple, she is a great god in the painting world. Although it was only one of her clones who descended here, it was enough to kill Hetuzi. The sword fetus of the Little Blue Blood Gourd Sword sneered, "Grandpa, are you really sure to subdue such a woman, if she really comes......"

"The poor monk will match her true body (silence). Bi Fangfo's doppelganger sneered, "No matter how powerful she is, she is also a woman." Women should complete their innate task, and I am the descendant of the Doubi clan, and she can marry me as a temporary couple, which is also her third life's luck, how can she refuse. ”

"Grandpa is overbearing. The sword fetus of the Little Blue Blood Gourd Sword smiled, "Flame Lingji is the goddess of the painting world, barely strong, she is still worthy of her grandfather." Why don't we take her clone, follow the breath, go to the painting world, and then capture her body. No one dares to touch us. ”

"It's not over here, let's come one by one. "Bi Fang Buddha's doppelganger. "You pay attention, Flame Lingji's doppelganger has made a move, and Hetuzi is in danger!"

Rise!

Suddenly, the clone of Flame Lingji broke through the colorful clouds, she carried the drawing paper in her left hand and the paintbrush in her right hand, "Hetuzi, I can seal you many times, this time you got away with it, and there will be no next time." ”

Brush Brush Brush! Flame Lingji's doppelganger began to paint, she shot quickly, almost instantly, more than a hundred paintings flew out, and they were all flying towards the two-thousand-zhang long Da Ji Ji of the river map. "Ah, no, I accidentally ......," Flame Lingji's clone said embarrassedly. Ever since she saw the Armstrong Boom Boom Cannon in Hetuzi, her mind has been a little confused.

"Woman, what, jealousy. Ha Tuzi laughed. "I sacrificed this great Ji Ji with my heart, but it can't be destroyed by more than a hundred of your paintings. ”

"It's all in one go. Suddenly, Hetuzi exhaled, and his Armstrong Boom burst out with an indescribable aura. Whew! That aura rose into the sky, swaying up nine thousand miles, and when the spirit moved, the wind moved, and the clouds moved. The other world in the mountains and rivers is reborn, the wind is howling, the thunder and lightning are slashing the earth, and the river Tuzi is like a king walking in the thunder, he wears a golden crown on his head, and the crown is also condensed by thunder and lightning.

Bang, bang, bang, bang, Bang, Flame Lingji's doppelganger, the more than 100 works she drew with a paintbrush, exploded in response, turned into confetti, and burst away. "Woman, you can't touch me, never. He Tuzi roared, he looked like a dragon-like emperor who had come out of ancient times. Boom, above his crown, a (muffled) thunderbolt slashed out, sweeping across the spot, but it was the clone that swept towards Flame Lingji.

"And you. "He Tuzi didn't forget the doppelganger of Bi Fang Buddha and the little blue blood gourd. "You deserve to die just as much as Flame Spirit. ”

Countless wind blades burst out, and a terrifying storm of energy shattered the already chaotic space.

"Grandpa, let me do it. Among the little blue blood gourd, the sword fetus was overjoyed and took the initiative to ask for help. "Although Hetuzi is stupid, he still has the value of being killed. I want to verify my cultivation, and at the same time, to prove my worth to my grandfather. You hid me and deceived seven other false gourds, and everything was worthwhile. ”

"Hands-on. "Bi Fang Buddha's doppelganger.

"Yes, Grandpa. The sword fetus roared.

Airplanes!

The small gourd suddenly burst out with a cloud of blue light, spreading, dyeing the space within a radius of thousands of miles green, hope, the color of hope everywhere. And the sword fetus in the small gourd, also opened a pair of eyes, brushing, it saw two virtual electricity, through the gourd. "Hetuzi, you are angry, but when I am angry, you will ambush the corpse on the spot. ”

Sonoring, the sword groaned, like countless dragons roaring. Boom, one after another slashing wind blades were blown away. In an instant, a sword qi comparable to a divine pillar gushed out, not from the small blue blood gourd, but from the ground.

It turned out that before this, the sword fetus had already begun to calculate the river map. And after obtaining the consent of the Bi Fang Buddha's clone, it used a killer move, in order to cut off the river Tuzi with a sword.

"Am I getting in your way? "Er, Flame Spirit Ji's clone snorted, "Dou Bifang, you and your unformed Blue Blood Gourd Sword, get out of here." ”

Call!

Flame Lingji's doppelganger, her long hair flicked, the flames burst out, turning into a monstrous river of fire, the flames burst up hundreds of thousands of feet high, and there were countless creatures roaring in the flames, and the sound of killing seemed to be able to split through the inner world of the mountains and rivers Jitu.

Rumble!

The river of fire crashed into the green sword qi, and when it landed, the red energy storm and the green sword wave exploded almost at the same time, click, click, and the sky was full of cracks.

"Flame Lingji, I'll give you face, but you don't want it. The sword fetus of the little blue blood gourd sword said angrily, "My grandfather is interesting to you, but I hate you, and now that you are provoking me again, can't you forget the big Ji Ji of Hetuzi, I will cut it off now." ”

Laugh at!

The sword fetus suddenly moved, bang, bang, the small blue blood gourd vibrated tens of thousands of times in an instant, and countless green sword qi rose, forming a killing formation, flying towards Hetuzi.

This time, Bi Fangfo's doppelganger didn't stop the sword fetus either, because he was also angry. "Flame Lingji, you have maintained the instrument spirit of the mountain and river base map many times, and you are clearly despising the poor monk. If the poor monk does not dampen your arrogance, you may also put on a lot of green hats for the poor monk. This doppelganger sneered, his murderous intent had already moved, if it weren't for the awakening of the power of the bloodline in his body, he would have killed the clone of Flame Lingji a long time ago, and he would have found the painting world and cut off her body.

"Two Qi Heaven and Earth Move!"

Suddenly, Hetuzi shouted. The sword fetus of the little blue blood gourd sword was clearly provoking him, and Hetuzi couldn't bear it anymore. Since he couldn't kill it in one go, he had no choice but to urge the second form.

Once, Shanhe Jitu had a master, and this person was a real man, a man among men, and a peerless old man among the old. This person created his own supernatural power, with a total of five styles. And Hetuzi only learned four of them, and he didn't learn the fifth form anyway. It's not due to talent, it's due to temperament.

Hetuzi is not a base elder, so he can't successfully cultivate all the five forms. It can be refined into four of them, and the river map is not what it used to be, and it can shake the mountains and rivers.

On the left and right arms of Hetuzi, there was a brilliant band of qi bursting out, one was black and the other was white.

The two qi belts evolved yin and yang, cut the void, and the vast and desolate aura suddenly dispersed. And the sword killing array of the little blue blood gourd sword fetus sacrificed steeply met the two qi belts. Boom, boom, boom, after the collision, the killing array burst out, and the white air ribbon rolled in the air, sweeping away the remnants of the array. The black air belt is even more slashed towards the little blue blood gourd.

"Flame Lingji, did I say that you will be troubled. He Tuzi did not forget to sarcastically mock the clone of Flame Lingji, "As far as you are concerned, you think that Dou Bifang and his Blue Blood Gourd Sword can kill me, joke, big joke." He Tuzi sneered, he was proud because the "Two Qi Heaven and Earth Movement" broke the killing array of the Xiaobi Blood Gourd Sword.

"Oh. The doppelganger of the Flame Spirit Ji replied, not angry, just calmly staring at the two-thousand-zhang long Armstrong Boom Boom "It is rumored that in the Buddha country, there is the Buddha King's Great Ji Ji, whose length is beyond 10,000 zhang, which is simply incredible. And the fact that the river map can have 2,000 zhang is also a miracle. And as a god in the painting world, the man I like will step on the seven-colored clouds and drag the big Ji Ji Ji who is more than a thousand feet long to marry me. "The thought is clear, the doppelganger of Flame Lingji, her eyes are full of love, and she is not allowed to allow Bi Fangfo's doppelganger and the blue blood gourd sword to cut the river tuzi. Therefore, no matter what the machine spirit of the mountain and river base tu said, the clone of the flame spirit Ji was indifferent.

Outside the base map of mountains and rivers, the true body of Bi Fang Buddha has already grasped this ancient map in his hand, and with a sigh, one by one the Buddha's qi spread, washing the ancient map, and dissolving all the anger on it. "Hmph, the little instrument spirit still dares to resist stubbornly, and the poor monk is not in a hurry to kill him. As for you, Sima Qing, you don't die obediently. "Brushing the brush, Bi Fang's Buddha eyes bloomed two long electricity, turning into a heavenly dragon more than 10,000 zhang long, roaring and rushing towards the cursive instrument spirit, Sima Qing.

Sima Qing was shocked and said: "Why is this guy getting more and more powerful, his green hair makes me feel like my heart is beating, is it true that I am looking at him right in the eye, is this love." Funny, how could I like him. ”

Call!

Sima Qing, his robe shook off, and a puff of green smoke dispersed, grabbing the two heavenly dragons, entwining them, click, click, click! The two Heavenly Dragons roared loudly, boom, and the clouds of cyan smoke dispersed, and the Celestial Dragons rushed towards Sima Qing again, their dragon claws opened, each claw was nearly a hundred zhang long, and under the grasp, a mountain could be destroyed.

However, Sima Qing was not afraid, and with a gesture of his hand, he took Sima Cao's manuscript, which was also in cursive script. "Dou Bifang, I'll let you know how powerful my father Sima Cao is today. ”

With a breath, Sima Qing unfolded the cursive script, and when he boarded, black ink burst out, and where the ink passed, countless traces of heaven were depicted, plowing the sky. And in the scars of the sky, white "grass" characters suddenly rose, they were big and small, the number was not less than a million, mighty, forming a torrent, sweeping towards the two heavenly dragons.

The two heavenly dragons exploded suddenly, and they could not stop the torrent of "grass" at all.

"Confucian sages do have real skills. Bi Fang Buddha said, "Sima Cao, the poor monk has no chance to meet him, but it is rumored that he is still alive, if there is a chance, the poor monk will talk to him about the foundation of the world, the philosophy of the universe." ”

In the face of the torrent of more than a million white "grass" characters, Bi Fang Buddha smiled, when the monk's robe rose, a Foshan flew out, and at the same time, the Phoenix Mountain not far away also came down and gathered with Foshan. "Sima Qing, don't you understand your position yet, so you will die blindly. "Bi Fang Buddha said.

"Before I die, you are dead. My father will soon return, and all the glory of Confucianism will be gathered on him. As the instrument spirit of the manuscript that he personally transcribed, I will also enjoy a steady stream of honors, and countless Confucian disciples will bow down to me. Sima Qing sneered. In the sky above, the paintbrush used by the Confucian sages turned into a long knife and slashed at the Buddha. "If you don't die so far, I'll really have a headache. Sima Qing said coldly.

Boom! Boom!

Phoenix Mountain, Foshan and the torrent of "grass" collided together, and when they landed, the sky collapsed, the void shattered, and the terrifying energy arrows burst out in all directions, blazing, blazing, attacking anyone indiscriminately.

Poof! An old man of the Mountain Dance Clan, with an arrow in his head, his brains and blood were all spilled, and he couldn't even say his last words, and he really didn't blink to death.

"It's terrible, get out!" roared another nobleman of the Mountain Dance Clan, "If we stay here, we will all die, and no one will feel sorry for us, after all, we are all small people, dispensable." Before he could finish speaking, dozens of energy arrows suddenly arrived and stabbed him into a sieve.

Poof, poof, poof! Clouds of blood burst out, and more people died, no matter how fast they fled, they were inevitably killed.

"It's miserable, I shouldn't be here. ”

"Bastard thing, they tear it up, why do they hurt us. ”

"It's not hurt, they want our lives! Run away, if we don't leave, we'll all die, and no one will survive." ”

Thousands of figures shot out, like flies that had lost their direction, flying wherever they could. There may be too many random arrows, and hundreds of people have died, screaming endlessly, and the anger is rolling, and they are shooting into the sky.

Feng Jiuxiao was the most calm, brushing, he released two filthy gases, and rolled up the spiritual platform of the person who died in vain, and they were all swallowed up by his own spiritual platform. Because of the cultivation of Fangcun Mountain's supernatural powers, Feng Jiuxiao can theoretically eat away at more people's spiritual platforms.

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