Still can't escape this catastrophe. This thought flashed through Ximentian's mind very quickly, but he only felt the silk thread in his heart move.

"Qin'er......" Ximentian's eyes were blurred, he was already scarred at this time, and the golden pill in Vientiane was also dry, and he couldn't squeeze out his aura.

"Xuan Snake is now!" he said, the ink-soaked brush waved out of thin air, and several small black snakes appeared on the mirrored Xuan Ice Sword. These small black snakes have different shapes, but they are all full of freehand like the scenery in a landscape painting.

Under the reflection of the ice, the figure of a middle-aged scribe came into view of Ximen Tiandu.

"Why isn't it Qin'er. Ximen Tian muttered, a little doubtful that he had just had a delusion.

"Click, click. The sound of the ice shattering came, and the originally indestructible mirror image of the ice continued to struggle with the bite of the little snake, and finally turned into a puddle of ink.

"Hurry up, this ice mirror will produce a mirror image!" Ximen Tian looked at such a powerful means in amazement, and then was terrified.

Behind the middle-aged scribe, a translucent mirror image slowly emerged.

Four Ximen Heavens are already terrifying enough, if there are four more middle-aged scribes who are so strong, I am afraid that even the cultivation of the Great Perfection of Heaven will not be able to eat and walk around.

The middle-aged scribe looked at the white-clothed young man covered in blood in front of him in surprise, as if he was guessing what he meant, and then he was also startled, and the brush quickly waved.

In the next moment, a magnificent picture of the hundred views of the south of the Yangtze River covered all the spaces that could be seen in Ximentian. The original dark blue ice mirror world has been transformed into a black and white world in the painting, and the hundred scenes in the painting are vivid.

"Hum!" The brush made of Xuan Bing collided with the brush in the hand of the middle-aged scribe, and a huge shock wave swept in all directions. The surrounding ink paintings seem to be blown by the breeze, and the scenery sways slightly.

"Trespassing on the Water Palace, you are so bold!" The mirror suddenly made a sound, and with a stroke of the Xuanbing pen in his hand, this small space suddenly had a visual sense of disintegration.

"Even if you know how to do this, whatever. The middle-aged scribe pressed forward step by step, and countless ink beast spirits roared and ran towards the mirror image under his outline.

This time, the mirror image did not merge into the ice mirror again, and it was obviously greatly suppressed by the Jiangnan Hundred Scenes.

"A tree without roots can only sit and wait to die. The middle-aged scribe snorted coldly, and with a movement of the spiritual pen in his hand, thousands of swords and swords leaped into the air.

After only a few dozen rounds of fierce fighting, Mirror Image was defeated by the hands of the middle-aged scribe. Although the battle scene is quite thrilling, it is also reasonable.

"This is the power of celestial beings. Ximen Tian smiled bitterly and touched the picture smeared on the ice mirror. Miraculously, the so-called ink painting Jiangnan actually has no ink at all, and it is all a small space constructed by spiritual power.

It seems that compared to the realm of heaven and man, I am still too far behind. Thinking of the huge gap between the two, Ximen Tian couldn't help but feel a little gloomy. He didn't know that the middle-aged scribe in front of him was one of the few powerful people in the immortal cultivation world.

"Xiaoyou, are you okay. Looking carefully at the blood-stained young man in front of him, the middle-aged scribe couldn't help but feel compassion.

"Thank you seniors for your help, in Xia Ximentian, dare to ask the seniors with a high surname?" Ximentian's face was a little pale, obviously not relieved. If it weren't for this middle-aged scribe to save him, he would have sacrificed the immortal circle.

"You can call me a god. The middle-aged scribe smiled slightly, but his heart was shocked.

Miao Zun once told him that she was measuring the heavenly machine in the mortal realm, but since the appearance of the pillar of light in the sky, the heavenly machine has become disordered. According to some news about Xiao Teng's single-fish jade pendant and exploration, it can be easily deduced that Ximen Tian definitely has a special origin.

"Divine Strategy...... Are you doing it for the water?" Ximen Tian fell into deep thought. He has not been cultivating the immortal world for a long time, and he still doesn't know what powerful people the Immortal Sect has.

"Why, aren't you? Are you for the heart of the ocean?" Due to the particularity of the Ice Mirror of the Water Palace, Shen Ce did not remove the ink space for a while.

Ximen Tian's eyes suddenly became sharp. Although the immortal cultivator in front of him who was good at the way of ink and wash saved him, but the heart of the ocean, he would never give up.

Suddenly, his heart moved, and his face rarely showed a little softness. Because, here she is.

"Death!" With a delicate sound, the vast sound of the piano opened up the ink space created by Shence, and a purple shadow fell from the sky!

Several wind blades galloped in, and Shen Ce retreated again and again, and the cones in his hands danced rapidly, gathering a long dragon of ink in the air.

"Insect carving skills. The woman, with a light veil covering her face, plucked the lyre in her bosom. The ink dragon was quickly sliced into pieces. And the person who made the shot was the fairy qin in the fairy world back then!

"Oops. "In the face of such a powerful attack, Shen Ce can only choose to teleport to avoid.

"Qin'er, stop!" Ximen Tian finally reacted and scolded lightly. Su Qin's eyes flickered slightly, and the binding power in his hand was slightly loosened, giving Shen Ce a chance to block it.

"How is this possible? This is the way of ink painting, and everything is inseparable. And also...... My teleportation, how can it be ......" Shen Ce's elegant figure froze in mid-air, and a trace of blood flowed out of his forehead. And the pen in his hand clicked, and a crack appeared.

He was the first person under the Supreme Immortal Perfection, and he was powerless to fight back! Even his most powerful weapon was damaged in front of the mysterious woman in front of him!

"Ask God, ...... you Why is it so badly injured?" Su Qin didn't care about the feelings of the middle-aged scribe at all, and his figure appeared next to Ximen Tian in a flash, holding holy water in his right hand.

With just a slight swipe, Ximentian's difficult Jindan is like a long drought and rain, gradually flowing and full.

"It's all my fault for not being good at learning, if it weren't for the rescue of my predecessors, I'm afraid I would ......" Ximen Tian smiled bitterly, adding a little bitterness to his heart.

He is the same as Su Qin, but there is a difference between his strengths. Now I haven't even seen it in the palace of the Water Palace, and it has been beaten like this.

"Why do you say such things...... What you taught me before, I'll teach you again. Su Qin held Ximen Tian, and her soft hair inadvertently touched his face. In a trance, he seemed to remember what the Fengtian Immortal had said to the Qin Fairy back then.

"Qin'er ......"

But such a scene, Shen Ce has no intention of appreciating it after all. The pen in his hand has an extraordinary origin.

"I'm very sorry, I see that there is a heavenly breath in this pseudo-realm, so I thought you ......" Su Qin took Ximen Tian's hand and lowered his eyebrows to observe the brush with three divine lights lingering in Shen Ce's hand.

"Moreover, the divine tree of your Muxing Palace can actually heal itself. As soon as these words came out, Shen Ce's body trembled, and his somewhat gloomy eyes suddenly brightened.

"Really?"