"Not good!"

Seeing that the temptation of Mo Yan could not be achieved, the eight-armed green dragon no longer disguised, revealing its true face, and mobilized countless winds, storms, and hurricanes to crush the four of them, and even in those winds, a wind giant spirit appeared, holding a cyan blade in his hand, and struck out.

This is the "wind spirit" and "wind demon" that will appear when the power of the wind is condensed to the extreme, and the strength is extremely strong, and it is born to manipulate all kinds of divine winds, each of which has the strength of no less than the strong people in the pictographic realm!

In front of these wind djinn, even a big mountain will be cut off.

Mo Yan naturally knew the danger, and immediately hid with Bai Li and the three of them in the painting of Shanhe Sheji.

"Hmph, do you think it's useful to hide? As early as when you first came to the bottom of the North Sea, I knew that you had an amazing immortal weapon on you, so I couldn't look down on the Dinghai Divine Needle that lost its spirit, right?"

The cruel and cold voice of the eight-armed green dragon sounded: "But it's a pity, although your immortal weapon is powerful, it doesn't have enough energy to support the operation, at best it is just a very strong shield, and it is not as good as the Dinghai Divine Needle that has lost its instrument spirit, after all, the Dinghai Divine Needle has endless North Sea air essence to mobilize!

Bang!

As the eight-armed green dragon's voice fell, countless tornadoes swept in, hitting the Shanhe Sheji painting, and immediately slammed this artifact into the sky and rolled continuously, and the Mo Yan people hiding inside shook their bodies, stood unsteadily, and almost fell to the ground.

And the spirit of the Shanhe Sheji painting turned pale in an instant, revealing a painful expression, as if she had been hurt a lot.

"Ah, Sister Shanhe, are you okay?" Bai Li rushed forward and grabbed the jade hand painted by Shanhe Sheji, "Mo Yan, you hurry up and find a way, the attack of this eight-armed green dragon is even more powerful than the combined blow of those Pictographic Realm powerhouses, Sister Shanhe doesn't have the energy to run the formation, and she can't resist it for long." ”

"I know this, too, but ......" Mo Di's thoughts turned a hundred times, his mind kept jumping, and thousands of methods flashed out in an instant, but none of them could solve the current problem.

In the face of an anti-heaven figure like the eight-armed Qinglong, even if he is sealed and suppressed, his strength is far from being able to deal with it.

In the face of extremely powerful strength, any strategy is useless.

And now he is poor and white, he doesn't have a single spirit stone, and he can't run the various formations in the Shanhe Sheji painting, it's like a luxury car in front of him, but there is no gasoline to start, so he can only stare dryly.

Boom!

Another gust of wind swept and shot out, exuding a green color, like the starry sky of the universe, vast and vast, and it was actually a nine-day wind.

Shot out all of a sudden, it was like the punishment of the heavenly realm, and the void was shattered everywhere, and cracks like broken mirrors appeared, hitting the Shanhe Sheji painting, and immediately the light of this picture dimmed suddenly, some fine crumbs were cut off, and the body of the spirit Shanhe trembled violently, and with a whoop, a mouthful of blood spurted out.

"Sister Shanhe!" Bai Li's voice faintly cried, when her body was damaged and only a wisp of soul remained, thanks to the Shanhe Sheji Painting did not hesitate to lose the power of the source, she was awakened, and she has been nourishing her soul and remaining immortal.

Therefore, she did not regard the painting of mountains and rivers as a simple magic weapon, but a sister-like blood relative.

"Little master Bai Li, I'm fine, you don't have to worry. Shanhe shook his head and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

"Hmph, it's okay, then two more kamikazes to see if you can resist it!"

The arrogant and cruel voice of the eight-armed green dragon sounded, and under his control, two divine winds no less than the Nine Heavens Gang Wind swept in.

A golden light shines, like a golden tornado, blowing in, it is the Immortal Xuanfeng, it is rumored that even if it is an immortal, once it is besieged by the Immortal Xuanfeng, the flesh and bones will be consumed, of course, this is a bit exaggerated, but on the other hand, it can also be seen that the horror of the Immortal Xuanfeng.

Another tornado, the whole body was pitch black, twisting and roaring like a dragon, and in an instant, I don't know how many times it rotated, even if the Ancient Divine Mountain hit it, it would be cut to pieces.

This is actually the wind of death from the Netherworld, the wind of purgatory, and it is rumored that the ancient god of the underworld is specially used to suppress hell and punish powerful demons and monsters.

These two polar tornadoes swept in, and before they got close to the Shanhe Sheji painting, they shook this artifact violently, and the scroll crackled loudly, and even many spirit beasts in the inner world bled and fell to the ground and died.

It can be seen that once these two famous kamikazes attack, the origin of the paintings of mountains and rivers will be harmed, and the sun, moon, stars, flowers and trees, birds and beasts, mountains, rivers and mountains in the inner world will be destroyed.

"You be careful, I can only resist this one, and then, if the eight-armed green dragon still attacks, it will be able to open my portal and transmit power into it. Shanhe Shejihua forcibly stood up, and said with a serious face.

"What?" Lan Caixing and Liu Hanyan heard this, their bodies trembled with fright, once the Shanhe Society Painting couldn't resist it, and the power of the eight-armed green dragon attacked in, with their strength, they would definitely be directly crushed into meat puree.

"Four ants, be afraid, struggle, cry, beg for mercy! ”

The eight-armed Qinglong saw that the Shanhe Sheji painting could no longer hold on, so he was about to open the portal, infiltrate the power into it, kill the four Mo Yan, and immediately fell into madness.

"Do you know how many human cultivators I have devoured in the past thousand years, how much true qi energy have I refined? Like you, they have obtained a wisp of my spiritual consciousness transformed into a talisman, and they thought they were treasure maps, and they came to hunt for treasures with joy, but they did not expect to fall into the trap I carefully set. Those people, some of them were bewitched by me, to pull out the Seagod Needle, and then they were shocked to death by this immortal weapon, but they shook the power of the Xuanwu Sealing Divine Array to some extent, and contributed to my escape from the seal, and some were not bewitched, but they couldn't escape, they could only be killed by me, plundering all the essence of life, true qi energy!

Bang!

As the eight-armed green dragon's voice fell, the immortal Xuanfeng and the purgatory yin wind slammed into the body of the Shanhe Sheji painting, and suddenly the space was completely shattered, revealing a blue ocean, and even the blue light inspired by the Xuanwu Sealing Divine Array could not be repaired for a while!

"Poof!"

The Shanhe Sheji painting spewed out a mouthful of blood from the sky, and the whole person was like being hit by an invisible sledgehammer, and flew out of the air, and it was still in mid-air, and she actually fainted, and lost her host, the door of the Shanhe Sheji painting could no longer resist, and it opened widely, and the endless storm power rushed in.

In particular, it was mixed with the three major divine winds, which tore the heavens and the earth with their might, shattering the sun, moon and stars, and could simply hit all the powerhouses of the Heavenly Realm, and the four of them immediately fell into great danger!