"Run!" The jade plate in Ye Hao's hand flickered, covering his figure, and before the soul body in the hall came out, he escaped from the painting realm.

Bang!

The cyan stone door was completely opened, and a majestic figure walked out of it, and he stepped on the ground, and suddenly the stone slabs shattered, spreading in all directions like a spider's web.

A strong soul coercion spread out, filling the entire painting in an instant, and in an instant, all the soul bodies in the painting were prostrate on the ground, trembling, not daring to move.

"What a terrible soul coercion, what happened?" A child of the Murong family in the painting turned pale, his knees were slightly bent, and an invisible coercion descended on him, making him can't help but want to kneel down.

"Something must have happened in the painting, and I will immediately report it to the master. This disciple of the Murong family had thoughts flying in his heart. The jade plaque in his arms emitted a burst of ghostly light, and then his form disappeared from its place.

In the main hall of Murong's house, a picture scroll floated in the air, and the picture scroll seemed calm and peaceful, and at this time, a figure fell out of the picture scroll.

"Ye Hao. Liang Ziting stared at the figure that fell out of the painting with a gloomy face.

"Young Master Ye, you also encountered the attack of the bull-headed ghost face?" Murong Lan asked with a surprised expression.

Murong Lan didn't notice that when he asked this, Liang Ziting couldn't wait to find a crack in the ground to get into. Before, when he was forced to come out of the painting realm, he made up such a lie to fool Murong Lan, but he didn't expect Ye Hao to also come out of the painting realm in advance.

"There is no bull-headed ghost face, but ......" Before Ye Hao finished speaking, the picture scroll that was originally floating quietly in the air suddenly trembled, and an invisible majesty diffused from the picture scroll.

The purple-robed middle-aged man on the main seat in the main hall raised his eyebrows slightly, "Could it be that he woke up?"

At this moment, another figure fell out of the scroll in embarrassment, "Family Master, there is a demon in the painting realm!" said the disciple of the Murong family with a frightened expression.

"Could it be that he has woken up, if this is the case, then the painting realm must be sealed as soon as possible. Murong Lan's expression was solemn, and he said to the head of the Murong family on the first seat.

"No, the juniors of my Murong family are still training in the painting realm, if they are sealed in advance, where are they going to be?"

"Yes, it is not advisable to seal in advance, we must wait until all the children of the family come out. ”

......

From the words of these people, it was obvious that their heirs were still training in the painting realm, so Murong Lan's proposal was strongly opposed by them.

Just as these people were arguing, the scroll floating in mid-air trembled strongly, and a clanging sound came from inside the scroll, as if a peerless demon was about to break out of the scroll.

Bang!

Several figures fell out of the scroll one after another, their faces were pale, and their expressions were in a trance, "Help!" One of the children of the Murong family shouted for help after falling to the ground, his expression was frightened, as if something terrible had happened.

Knock!

There were sounds in the picture scroll, and an invisible coercion spread out from the picture scroll, like ripples, and in the main hall, cold sweat faintly broke out on the forehead of the lowly warrior.

The purple-robed middle-aged man sitting on the main seat stood up, and the momentum belonging to the acquired ninefold burst out, fighting against the coercion in the scroll.

At this moment, a cyan hand poked out from the scroll, and the powerful and incomparable coercion filled the entire hall, making people breathless.

"This is not the place you should be. The purple-robed young man came to the scroll, and he slapped it with a palm, which looked plain and unremarkable, and collided with the cyan palm that poked out of the scroll.

Bang!

The air flow in the main hall is surging, and the wind and thunder are roaring, making people unable to open their eyes. The two attacks collided intertwined, setting off an invisible wave that spread in all directions.

The purple-robed young man's palm did not hit the cyan palm into the scroll, originally only one palm poked out of the scroll, but at this moment, half of the opponent's arm had already poked out of the scroll, and the invisible coercion permeated the entire hall, making people's hearts tense.

"Master, we're here to help. At this time, the two Murong family members who had tried their best to dissuade the purple-robed middle-aged man from sealing the scroll stood up, and the two of them glanced at each other and came to the purple-robed young man.

Then, both of them slapped their palms towards the arms in the scroll, and two Xuanbing palm prints shot out from the hands of the two of them, as if they were about to land on the arms that protruded out in the scroll in the next moment.

However, in the next moment, the two Xuanbing palm prints suddenly changed direction and headed towards the purple-robed middle-aged man. The air was filled with a cold and icy aura, and the two of them seized the opportunity very accurately, taking advantage of the gap between the purple-robed middle-aged man and the palm in the picture scroll, when the purple-robed middle-aged man was defenseless, on the pretext of helping him, he did it.

This sudden scene made the children of the Murong family look shocked, "Fourth Uncle, Fifth Uncle, what are you going to do here?" One of the children of the Murong family couldn't help but ask.

The purple-robed middle-aged man's expression was as calm as water, making it unpredictable for people to understand his thoughts, and the sudden attack of the two did not make his expression fluctuate. He turned a blind eye to the two Xuan Bing palm prints that were coming at him.

After Xuan Bing's palm print blasted into the purple-robed middle-aged man's body, it did not freeze his body, but instead made the aura in his body a little thicker. "Are you going to rebel?" the purple-robed middle-aged man questioned, and an invisible coercion descended with his question.

"Kill him and congratulate his master on his awakening with his blood. As soon as the two of them moved, they surrounded the purple-robed middle-aged man, both of them were acquired eight-fold cultivation, a body was really strong and unmatched, and the qi and blood burst out between the shots, turning into streamers, and a few streamers fell in the main hall, and the bluestone ground became pitted.

The purple-robed middle-aged man's body was full of qi and blood, surrounded by rainbows, and his momentum was monstrous, and his eyes looked directly at the two people who shot at him.

Bang!

In the next moment, the purple-robed middle-aged man suddenly made a move, and a qi and blood palm print detached from his palm, this qi and blood palm print was like a substance, and the palm print on the palm could be clearly seen.

Bang!

The palm print landed on one of them, and the man's body flew upside down in an instant, and a wisp of blood spilled from mid-air to the ground. Then, the purple-robed middle-aged man shot out a bloody palm print again, knocking another acquired eightfold master away with a snap of his fingers.

The strength of the acquired ninefold master is so strong, and he defeated the two acquired eightfold masters with a snap of his fingers, as if there was no level between the two at all.

Knock!

At this moment, a loud noise came out of the scroll, and a mysterious figure emerged from the scroll, standing on top of the scroll, giving everyone the illusion that he was the person in the painting.

It was as if this person was originally depicted on this painting, but when everyone looked closely, they could not see the appearance of the person on the portrait, and could only see a vague shadow.

"It's time for it to end. The figure on the scroll walked out of the portrait, and the invisible coercion descended, and the entire hall suddenly became cold.