The demonic hyena has a strong body, red eyes, wild and violent.

Seeing that it was about to be slaughtered on Xie Qingshuang and the old man in the blue robe.

At this moment, the blue-robed old man stepped out, holding a paintbrush in his hand, his wrist trembled, and he drew a touch of ink, which was rendered in an instant, forming a landscape ink painting in the air, with high mountains and cliffs and cliffs.

Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz......

As the ripples spread, more than a dozen demonic hyenas rushed into the landscape ink painting, and turned into the objects in the painting. I saw them fall from the cliff one by one, and when they fell, they fell into the real world, and they were all broken into pieces of flesh and blood.

Wu Mofeng, your hand-painted technique has really made it more and more perfect, I will teach you. ”

In the gloomy laughter, the Rong Demon stepped down from the air, and the five fingers of his right hand were spread, swirling with bursts of red mist, and in the mist, the faces of countless babies crying sadly fell towards the old man in the blue robe.

A solemn look appeared in the eyes of the blue-robed old man, and a touch of blue brilliance was drawn with a brush in his hand, like water flowing, and a large lake appeared out of thin air.

The Glory Demon appears on an isolated island in the middle of the lake.

"You're trying to trap me?"

Looking around, Rong Demon smiled contemptuously, his lips suddenly let out a sharp roar, and streams of blood-red mist burst out from him, staring at it, it was a condensation of countless baby ghosts. As the fog passed, the surrounding lake water evaporated into water vapor and dissipated.

Immediately, as Rong Mo's hands tore violently, as if tearing a canvas, the entire lake painting realm was torn to pieces.

The old man in the blue robe suffered a backlash, his steps staggered out, and a wisp of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

Before coming to the Fierce String Mountain Range, the blue-robed old man had already experienced a fierce battle, and he was injured on his body, and he could no longer compete with the Glory Demon.

"Wu Mofeng, stop resisting stubbornly, accept your fate. In the cold laughter, the withered demon also stepped in.

On the cliff, Xie Qingshuang opened her eyes, and her beautiful eyes were full of coldness.

It's just that her face is still pale, and it's clear that she's not in good shape.

"Miss, when you get out of trouble, you must not let go of these two old things, and you must not give up if you don't turn these two old things into dry demons and ghosts!"

A resolute look flashed in the eyes of the blue-robed old man, and as he spoke, a violent aura suddenly erupted on his body, and the wind was blowing around, setting off waves of qi.

Looking at this scene, Xie Qingshuang suddenly realized what the blue-robed old man was going to do, and exclaimed, "Old Wu, don't ......"

It's just that it's too late, and if Xie Qingshuang wants to stop it, it's too late.

"Miss, let's go!"

The blue-robed old man shouted angrily, his body rose into the air, and the paintbrush in his hand shone with dazzling light, reflecting the surrounding world in a dazzling light, and when he waved, a huge clock disk appeared.

The clock of the clock dial refers to the fact that at this moment, it is stagnant.

At this moment, the time around seemed to stop with this clock dial, and everything became stagnant.

The two demons of Kurong and Rong, all the demon gate war slaves, and the demon hyenas, were frozen and stopped.

Not far away, looking at this scene, Xia Hao's face couldn't help but be slightly moved.

The old man in the blue robe is to stimulate the limit, overdraft his life, and buy time for Xie Qingshuang to leave.

In this state, forcibly sacrificing this kind of painting technique that defies heaven also means that the old man in the blue robe has given up his life. After the splendor, it will usher in the fall.

"Old Wu ......" Xie Qingshuang had tears in her eyes.

Immediately, she gritted her teeth fiercely, waved her hands, her robe fluttered, her body bloomed, she rose into the air, and wanted to leave.

Xie Qingshuang is not an indecisive, vain sad person, the old man in the blue robe gave up his life, and the time he bought for her was not for her to grieve senselessly.

but

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of iron armor.

Xie Qingshuang looked up suddenly, only to see the demon pupil above his head, intertwined with light patterns, staring coldly at Xie Qingshuang and the blue-robed old man, his body shook, his palm poked out, and he had already held the Fang Tian painting halberd behind him.

He broke free from his imprisonment so quickly!

"Xie Qingshuang can't go......"

Seeing this scene, Xia Hao couldn't help frowning slightly.

Qing Litian's strength has increased compared to what was rumored before, looking at this, his realm cultivation is only afraid that he has reached the ninth level of the Danzang Palace, which is not much worse than the former Xia Hao.

Crash!

Qing Litian pulled out the Fang Tian Painting Halberd, like a thunderbolt and lightning slashed down, a halberd slashed the Bell Plate Painting Realm from it, splitting it apart, turning into countless fragments, splashing in all directions, spun and disintegrating.

Blood spurted out of the mouth of the blue-robed old man, the paintbrush in his hand fell, and his body flew out upside down, smashing to the ground, and he was stunned.

At the same time, the five fingers of Qing Litian's left hand were one, and the fingertips flew out of the black gold chains of true qi condensation, like snakes, and flew towards Xie Qingshuang, wanting to bind and imprison her.

Xie Qingshuang's hands swung out, shattering the black gold chain, but the momentum of Yukong's departure was also blocked, and he fell to the ground, and his face became even paler.

"Light Frost, you can't go, obey me. ”

Qing Litian held the Fang Tian Painting Halberd in his hand, stepped into the air, and looked down at Xie Qingshuang condescendingly.

As the painting of the bell plate was shattered, the two demons of Kurong and Rong, countless demon war slaves, and demon hyenas were also released from the prison.

Faced with heavy surrounding, Xie Qingshuang has been unable to fly.

Faced with such a situation, Xie Qingshuang sighed lightly, and his eyes couldn't help but reveal a trace of helplessness.

It was at this time.

The whole sky suddenly darkened.

Everyone felt a chill, as if it came from the depths of their hearts.

Even Qing Litian couldn't help frowning.

It's getting darker.

But in an instant, the whole mountain was shrouded in darkness, as if falling into the abyss, and it was like a ghost descending, covering everything.

"Not good!"

"Someone's doing a ghost!"

Qing Litian shouted angrily, and at this moment, even his magic pupils appeared a trace of condensation, and they were covered by darkness.

And just as Qing Litian was about to make a move, suddenly there was another light, but it was the blue-robed old man who roared and rushed up, like a torch, rushing out towards Qing Litian.

The old man in the blue robe also felt that someone was secretly attacking, no matter who it was, as long as he could give Xie Qingshuang a chance to get out of danger, even if he gave up his life, he would not hesitate to fight!

Airplanes!

The light on the blue-robed old man's body, like a blazing sun, exploded, setting off a raging storm, making him retreat from the sky. The demon gate war slaves and demon hyenas around them were scattered in all directions, and the entire mountain sank and was cut off several meters.

The light finally dissipated.

The darkness dissipated.

Everything was calm again.

It's just that on the cracked mountains, Xie Qingshuang's figure is gone.