Among all of Ling Huan's cultivation attacks, the attack of the chess piece was almost the strongest killing move. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info After all, he is not a real soul master, and other spells and tricks are not lethal, only chess skills are the most murderous among them.

In the sea of his soul, all the chess pieces, in this breath, are pouring out of the nest, going up to the sky and into the earth, attacking the bushes in all directions, and it is instantaneous. In the face of Bei'an Pingju, who can be with Lu Hua, there is only one chance, and he has no spare hand.

Yin Youmei was stunned, it was the crooked-necked tree that made the sound, but Ling Huan attacked in the opposite direction, which seemed incredible. But her heart moved, out of absolute trust in Ling Huan, Xiu Wei immediately shot when she broke out: "Chasing souls and killing people-"

Like Ling Huan, her soft sword came out of her hand, and the target was the bush. When her soul power has not fully recovered, this is her most powerful killing move at the moment. However, this trick is enough for Bei Anpingju to make him disappear in an instant.

"Taizun save me......" The dwarf shrub shook for a moment, making a terrible cry for help. At the same time, the dwarf shrub became ripples, and a man in black was rolling, embarrassed, it was the three-inch Ding Bei Anping Ju.

However, unlike the high-spirited appearance on the battlefield in Hanxian, at this moment, Bei'an Pingju was not only embarrassed, but also one-armed, and his left arm was empty. Obviously, when he was in Hanxian, he was broken by Lu Hua's left arm, and he couldn't recover forever.

Ling Huan's eyes froze, in this green mountains and green waters, he suddenly felt a little depressed, obviously there was no crisis, but his scalp was exploding here. The soul sea painting seed is there, and the light is even worse, as if it is about to jump out of the soul sea.

As if he was aware of it, Ling Huan looked up at the highest mountain peak in the distance, which was strange and incompatible with this painting, as if it was an alien object that did not belong to this world. But this mountain is full of vicissitudes, and it exists as long as this painting.

Suddenly, in Ling Huan's eyes, this mountain was filled with a black aura when it vibrate, and it rolled to lock on Bei'an Pingju, Ling Huan's stars were scattered, and Yin Youmei's soul chasing took his life, and he could hit Bei'an Pingju, but he was blocked by this breath.

With a "bang", the chess pieces and soft swords were bounced into the air. At the same time, Ling Huan's attack from the underground also arrived, Bei An Pingju screamed, jumped up in the rolling, and when Xiu Wei broke out, he looked at Ling Huan in shock, his face was pale and frightened, and he screamed:

"Ling Huan, you have reached the strength of the soul master, how is this possible, you must have obtained the cannon chess with the power of the soul master, otherwise with your ability, it is impossible to hurt me." ”

Ling Huan's heart moved, that mountain peak couldn't block the attack underground, there was only one possibility, it was not the soul of this painting, it couldn't exert the true power of the painting soul, it was very likely, the painting soul here was invaded by Bei'an Pingju's mouth, the so-called Taizun.

With this realization, the painting seeds of the Soul Sea became brighter, and a trace of strange aura spread with it, and the outside world, in Ling Huan's eyes, suddenly changed, becoming a world of white and black, and there was a trace of white breath, floating into the Soul Sea, and being directly absorbed by the seeds.

Ling Huan put away the soul power chess pieces, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, revealing a trace of obvious mockery, and shook his head and said sarcastically: "Bei'an Pingju, do you think that here, how difficult it is for us to hurt you, it's just a gesture."

"Hmph, you want to use this painting to kill us or trap us in this world. It's a pity that you, the so-called Taizun, can't exert the true power of this painting, and it's a dream to keep us. ”

The Japanese people actually defiled the soul of the painting and controlled this painting, no wonder they were able to ingest us here, no wonder they were able to create a magical ninjutsu. Yin Youmei accepted the soft sword in silence, but her blue eyes flashed with thought.

"Who are you, how do you know the top secret of my Bei'an family. Bei'an Pingju's body shook, his face turned pale, he looked at Ling Huan in shock, and shouted in disbelief: "Taizun, this person can't stay, he must be killed here."

"This Yin Youmei can't be kept, I Bei'an family's top secret, and I will never allow it to be leaked out. All of them must die, and not one of them will be left. ”

Ling Huan threw out two chess pieces and killed the black-clothed warrior who was about to sneak attack Yin Youmei, Sen Sen smiled and said calmly: "I am the descendant of the dragon and the inheritor of this painting." ”

Yin Youmei's heart jumped, and she walked close to Ling Huan, where Ling Huan gave her an incomparable sense of security.

"Boy, no matter who you are, as long as you donate your Horcruxes, the old man will leave you with all your corpses. There were bursts of low roars, rumbling and reverberating in this world, like thunder, shaking Ling Huan's soul sea churning, and the terrifying coercion rushed to his face, and even Yin Youmei was shocked.

If it were an ordinary monk, this sound alone would be enough to collapse people's souls.

"You're just a wisp of obsession, living here, just stealing your life, talking about threats, leaving here, not even a dog ~ fart. Ling Huan stepped forward, facing the mountain peak, blocking in front of Yin Youmei, his cultivation exploded, and he said lightly: "With me Ling Huan here, you can't take advantage of the situation." ”

The painting seed in the soul sea shone even more, and the three soul people also spoke at the same time, and their voices rolled out, echoing Ling Huan, fighting against the terrifying sonic coercion. Although he couldn't crush the other party, the soul sea was calm, and the coercion was gone.

"In your soul sea, there are holy artifacts that can be transformed?" Above the mountain peak, there was a sudden terrible roar, and the voice sounded in horror. This person seemed to have sensed the difference in Ling Huan's soul sea.

"Kill him, his Horcruxes are mine. Bei Anpingju's small eyes showed greed, and he shouted in a sad voice: "I want to crush his body and scatter ashes." ”

"Arrogant......" Yin Youmei glared at Bei'an Pingju with cold eyes, and shouted coldly. At the same time, with a poke of her small hand, the soft sword suddenly appeared, with a powerful momentum, roaring straight towards Bei'an Pingju.

"Presumptuous-" A roar, with a suffocating coercion, rolled over Yin Youmei and Ling Huan. When the sound fell, the earth shook, the sky roared, and there was a strange energy gathering between heaven and earth on the top of the mountain, and a huge and vicissitudes of life head, Huo Ran appeared.

This head is huge and old, more than 100 feet long, full of vicissitudes of life, the whole head is horribly white, only the eyes are dark and terrifying, there is no whites of the eyes. At this moment, with a thunderous cold glow in his eyes, Zheng Sensen glared at Ling Huan and the two.

"Splashing ink and transforming into shape-" Yin Youmei snorted coldly, stepped in front of Ling Huan, her small hands danced, and four big characters appeared in the air, turning into a black net, blocking in front of the two of them.

"Don't ......" Ling Huan hurriedly stopped, but unfortunately he was still a step too late, the black net collided with the breath of Taizun, and with a "bang", the black net shattered into ashes, and the breath disappeared, while Yin Youmei's delicate body trembled violently, snorted dullly, and retreated one after another, hitting Ling Huan's body before stopping the retreat.

"Mei'er, you...... You are too reckless. Ling Huan hugged Yin Youmei, his eyes were full of concern and worry, and he said: "This person borrows the power of this painting, it's not something you can compete with, you stand back and let me deal with him." ”

"You're going to deal with him?" Yin Youmei's heart was full of the sweetness of being protected, but there was a look of shock in her eyes, looking at Ling Huan, she said in disbelief.

With her cultivation at this time, she was far from being the opponent of that old monster, let alone Ling Huan. However, when she thought of Ling Huan having created countless miracles, her heart was full of hope. Will he do it again, a miracle that will be shocking?

Ling Huan gently let Yin Youmei behind him, glanced at the huge head from afar, his eyes flashed with thoughts, and in a flash, Xiu Wei rose majestically, and the voice with soul power rolled into the sky:

"To the seventh year, the servant returned to the Fuchun Mountain Residence, the useless teacher went together, and the spare day was written in the south building to help write this volume, and the excitement came, and I didn't feel that it was messy...... Ten years, Qinglong in Gengyin, the day before the festival, the big idiot scholar book in the clouds of Xia's Zhizhi Hall. ”

Ling Huan's rolling voice, what he said, is the text of the creation process of this picture inscribed by Huang Gongwang himself. When he entered the space, he had already realized that the image did not show any text, and if it did not exist, no one could trigger the hidden text.

He knew very well that this old monster called Taizun did not really control this diagram, that is, this person was not without flaws. This is also a bet, since the Lanting set is earthly, then this picture of Fuchun Mountain will be the same.

With the rapid spread of his soul sound, the heavens and the earth trembled, the sky changed, and in the trembling of the Taizun, Huo Ran screamed, as if he had encountered an existence that made him fearful.

In the trembling, Taizun's huge head shrank when Huo Ran shook, and a large amount of Lingxiu aura floated out of it, and this breath condensed into words in the air, which was exactly what Ling Huan said. These words exude the air of vicissitudes and do not disappear in the air.

When Ling Huan's voice stopped abruptly, the words were all formed, and Taizun's huge head was only more than ten zhang in size. Suffering from this great change, Taizun's eyes were full of horror, and he said in a trembling voice: "What did you do, what is going on?"

"Taizun, what the hell is going on, how did you become weak. What did this Ling Huan do to you, kill him, you kill him quickly. When Bei'an Pingju trembled, he retreated in a panic, his expression was full of fear, and even a trace of confusion.

Even those black-clothed warriors who were hidden in the shadows didn't dare to go any further at this moment, and those who were close to Ling Huan and the others slowly retreated in shock.

In their hearts, Taizun, who existed like a god, had been hit so hard, and Ling Huan here, in their hearts, suddenly became unfathomable and profound.

Yin Youmei looked at Ling Huan in silence, her eyes were full of wonder, and her delicate body trembled with excitement, she was even more proud of her achievements. He can easily spy on the mystery of this unparalleled holy painting, and he really did it, and there is nothing in this world that he can't do.

These idiots, they only know what they are, they don't know why, the treasure of Huaxia is polluted for you, and they still have the face, ask Lao Tzu why. Ling Huan's eyes were as bright as a mirror, and he had a hint of enlightenment in his heart, and he took a step with a calm expression, waved his big hand, and stood in the air with the magic qin.

He sneered, and when he was turning, he stretched out his hand and slowly plucked the strings: "The predecessors of Katayushan are the best, and the article is good at writing." The ancient Wang clan pushed Wu County, until Yun was still surnamed Xiang. (To be continued.) )