"Those three guys are the current three holy envoys of the Holy Pavilion, the green dragon envoy Yi Wuxing is carrying the blood of the dragon, and the cultivation of the 'Cangling Divine Formula' is based on the breath of the dragon, and he can tear the wind and cut off the water with a finger, and he can be ranked first among the current three holy envoys, but unfortunately the bloodline of the dragon is too strong, resulting in the impurity of the fairy body, and the two clash with each other, so they look more stumbling. ”

In Mo Meilin, Mr. Wen Liu explained to Ming Dao and Wei Sheng in a serious manner: "The one on his left is the Vermilion Bird envoy Meng Huan Aya, beautiful but beautiful, it is his own strength...... It's a bit hard to explain, if you face her, remember not to slap other people's faces, people only eat with this face. ”

Ming Dao couldn't help but smile and said, "Yes, junior brother remembers." ”

Mr. Wen Liu continued to point at the Xuanwu envoy Kong Yang and said, "This is the Xuanwu envoy Kong Yang of the Holy Pavilion, a turtle shell is invulnerable, and it can be called one of the turtles. ”

Wei Sheng couldn't hold back any longer, turned his back and covered his sleeves and chuckled. It was a habit of hers, but this picture was tantamount to naked mockery in the eyes of the people in the Holy Pavilion.

Mingdao Zhengse said: "Senior sister, don't worry, I have played with the eight kings of Shanquan since I was a child, if I meet that ...... The overlord among the turtles will definitely make him turn over on all fours, and he will not be able to turn it over for the rest of his life. ”

Mr. Wen Liu nodded approvingly, and said loudly: "Very good, worthy of our little junior brother." ”

In the sky above Momei Villa, Meng Huan Aya's snow-white neck already had green tendons beating, and she said coldly: "Will Mrs. Mo only take advantage of her tongue?"

Mr. Wen Liu raised his head, snorted, hooked his finger at Meng Huan Aya, and said with a smile: "If you don't accept it, you will beat me." ”

Meng Huanya looked at the huge magic circle that was between them and the people of Momei Villa, and knew that if he wanted to break through this big array, even if the three of them worked together, it would take about an hour, and during this period, he was likely to be attacked by the people of Momei Villa, so he pointed at Mr. Wen Liu and said coldly: "Don't fall into my hands." ”

Mr. Wen Liu smiled, hid at the end of the crowd in Momei Villa, and said, "Let's ask my senior brothers and sisters first." ”

Kong Yang had a gloomy face, and asked Yi Wuxing for instructions: "Please give the order to attack." ”

said that it was a request for instructions, but the words were quite polite, and even had a bit of a command flavor.

Yi Wuxing looked at the angry disciples of the Holy Pavilion, and then at the large array of Momei Villa, and already had a plan in his heart.

The big array of Momei Villa came from Wen Xingyao's wisdom, Zhuge Linye was reluctant to attack, no one among them could crack it at all, and only a strong attack could completely defeat it.

If you don't do your best, I'm afraid the consequences will be unpredictable.

Thinking of this, Yi Wuxing took a deep breath, and his voice echoed in the sky, like a long dragon groan.

"Do it!"

Hearing these two words, the disciples of the Holy Pavilion no longer concealed their exuberant battle intent, and turned into streamers, with a power that was faintly beyond the mundane or even beyond the mundane, colliding head-on with the large array of Momei Mountain Villa.

The entire Momei Villa shook violently at this moment, the warehouse that had been in disrepair collapsed violently, and several spiritual inks flew out of the mutilated body, righting the strokes of the large array that had become blurred and tilted due to the impact.

The same images can be seen in various corners of Momei Villa.

Mo Meilin, the ink pool, the disciples' houses, and even the hall that is now crowded with people, all have spiritual ink floating in the air, as if someone is holding a pen to trace.

In the eyes of the people of the Holy Pavilion, strange ink-colored patterns appeared everywhere in the Momei Villa, forming a huge ink painting, which complemented and echoed the magic circle in the air.

The offensive of the disciples of the Holy Pavilion was bounced back, and the crack in the large array of Momei Villa that was finally blasted out was rapidly recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Yi Wuxing, Meng Huanya, and Kong Yang glanced at each other and shouted, "Let's shoot together." ”

As soon as the words fell, a green dragon totem had already appeared behind him.

Meng Huanya and Kong Yang also knew at this time that they still underestimated the essence of Momei Villa, and if they didn't use the power of the Four Elephants Seal to attack with all their might, I am afraid that they would not be able to break through the hard shell of Momei Villa.

The Vermilion Bird and the Xuanwu Totem appeared, echoing with the Qinglong Totem, and suddenly three mountain-like giant shadows of divine beasts enveloped the entire sky of Momei Mountain Villa.

"The Holy Emissaries have struck!"

"We can't be ashamed!"

The disciples of the Holy Pavilion were in great spirits, and they regained their full body strength and blasted towards the ink array again.

The green dragon roared arrogantly, and the dragon's claws broke through the rain cover.

The vermilion bird is singing, and the ten thousand fire feathers are like meteors falling.

Xuanwu is silent, his body is like a mountain, and he has the power of ten thousand jun when he collides.

The three divine beast giant shadows led dozens of clear rays of light, colliding head-on with the large array of Momei Villa.

In the hall, many disciples of Momei Villa were so shocked that they almost forgot to breathe.

They're all still a bunch of teenagers, when have they'd ever seen such a big scene?

What happened in the next second made their faces change drastically.

With a crisp sound, the huge magic circle that was in the sky above Momei Villa was actually shattered!

Calm as the Northern Meditation Cultivator, he couldn't help but sweat in his heart.

He subconsciously set his eyes on Feng Liangjie's body, and found that the thin old man was sleeping soundly, and he didn't seem to see the outside scene at all.

"It's over, the big array is broken, what should we do!"

A frightened and piercing voice rang out among the disciples.

Mo Qing took a deep breath, stood up, looked at the panicked disciple, and said in a deep voice: "Liang Ya, the big formation will be broken, so frightened, but we have lost the spirit of our Momei Villa." ”

The male disciple named Liang Ya glanced at the female disciple next to him who was also panicking, and then looked at the calm and calm fellow disciples around him, as if he felt a little ashamed, lowered his head and said no more.

The female disciple next to him also had two blush on her face because of shame.

Mo Qing didn't continue to stare at them, but continued to look at the shattered array.

She always felt that something was wrong, the big array of Momei Villa was not the kind of glass that could be smashed casually, even if the three holy envoys and countless masters attacked with all their might, how could it shatter so quickly and completely?

The Northern Meditation Cultivator was also thinking about this problem.

When the fragments of the magic circle that had been shattered turned into spiritual ink and dispersed, and Mr. Wen Liu took out a picture scroll from his arms and threw it out, everything finally had an answer.

......

A huge picture scroll unfolded in the sky above Momei Villa, and the picture scroll seemed to be completely blank, as if it encompassed all the world.

At this moment, the shattered magic circle separated countless spiritual inks and poured them on the painting scroll, like a wonderful pen of flowers.

Suddenly, countless ink marks appeared on the scroll, and with the injection of spiritual ink, the ink color also deepened, and it turned out that there was originally a painting on this blank scroll.

For a time, the ink color of the mountains and rivers in the painting bloomed, and it was even more dazzling than the previous large array.

The attack of the people of the Holy Pavilion had just broken through the great array at this time.

To be precise, it was the Great Array that shattered itself, and then created this unique picture in the world.

"Not good!"

Yi Wuxing felt the strange fluctuations in the picture scroll, and wanted to make everyone retreat temporarily, but it was too late.

The scroll rises in the wind, incorporating everything in the sky above Momei Villa, whether it is the huge Xuanwu like a mountain, the red gold flame bursting with the Vermilion Bird, or the green dragon that exudes infinite dragon power, all of them are shattered by this picture scroll and disappear without a trace.

Yi Wuxing's figure appeared in the white background of the scroll for a moment, and then disappeared.

Such images kept appearing everywhere in the scroll, and after a few breaths, there was not a single figure left in the air.

The scroll unfolds in the air, allowing everyone in the lobby to see the scenery clearly.

Bei Mingxiu's eyes lit up.

In that painting, although it is a world made of ink, he can faintly see the real reality.

He tried to take a closer look, but found that the strokes had turned into ink balls again, and he couldn't see the mystery at all.

"It seems that my cultivation is not enough. ”

Bei Mingxiu smiled faintly and moved his gaze to Mr. Wen Liu.

At this time, Mr. Wen Liu was still standing in place, surrounded by spiritual ink.

These spiritual inks come from the ink lines on the ground of the mountain villa, which is the power of the large array of the Momei Mountain Villa.

With a wave of Mr. Wenliu's jade hand, the scroll fully unfolded in the air, and if you ignore the picture that it had just swallowed up the people of the Holy Pavilion, it was a perfect work of art.

Her clear laughter echoed in the Momei Villa, and there was indescribable pride in the laughter.

"This picture scroll has been prepared by the old lady for sixteen years, and she still can't cure you?"