"How is this possible?"

Wudao's gray eyes looked at Wu Wen, his face was full of incredulity, and the witches were like real ones, and after they were created, they ran towards Wudao with their teeth and claws.

"The form is in the name, the intention is in the soul, and the holy way is in the heavenly court!"

Wudao chanted softly, the brush in his hand was suddenly outlined in the air, and a smart demon beast continued to drill out of the painting, pounced on Wu Wen, Wu Wen saw this, and the smile on his face was even worse, he used paper as a pen, looking at the trajectory of the brush in Wudao's hand, and also outlined it with his fingers.

"It's ......"

Yan Zhixian looked at the witch clan and the demon beasts that continued to appear in the sky above the Holy Courtyard, and his expression was solemn, "This witch text is not only familiar with my Confucian way, but also extremely proficient in the art of painting the Tao, and creating living beings with paintings has always been the secret of the Tang Dynasty's painting Tao, I didn't expect this witch text to be ......."

"Boom ......"

As soon as Yan Zhixian finished speaking, there was a loud noise in the sky, and the witch clan drawn by Wu Wen and the demon beast drawn by Wudao exploded in the air, one turned into a scattered witch light, and the other turned into a ball of water and fell downward.

"Still no, the magic power of this seat can only allow these witches to exist for a short time, not for a long time, and ......"

Wu Wen's gaze moved to the paintbrush in Wudao's hand, his face showed a strange color, and suddenly the witch light on his body flashed, and a huge claw suddenly appeared above Wudao's head, and quickly grabbed the paintbrush in his hand.

Wudao's ears moved slightly, his body suddenly retreated, and in the place where he dissipated, a huge black tiger suddenly appeared, the black tiger looked at the giant claws, the tiger's eyes glared slightly, jumped up and slapped towards Wu Wen, Wu Wen saw the black tiger rushing over, and patted it lightly with his hand, and the black tiger instantly turned into a ball of water.

After doing this, Wu Wen Black Claw continued to grab towards Wudao, and Tai Xuan, who was standing on the side, looked slightly, "Just to see what kind of cultivation this Witch God Temple Hall Master is!"

Wudao was attacked by Wu Wen, Yao Mad wanted to help, but just when he had this idea, the other two hall masters of the Witch God Temple firmly locked him, Yao Mad saw this, his expression changed slightly, and he didn't dare to act rashly.

After a while, Wudao stopped, he came here to solve the danger of the vast world, how could he retreat without a fight when he saw a strong enemy?

Wudao took a deep breath, he held the brush with both hands and quickly sketched it in the air, the tsunami-like aura seemed to be pulled, and frantically approached his brush, Wu Wen saw Wudao painting, and did not immediately catch up, but stared intently at his every step.

Wudao wants to use the paintbrush in his hand to defeat Wu Wen, and Wu Wen wants to use Wudao to completely figure out what is the difference between this paintbrush and why is the difference between himself and Wudao in the same way?

"Sonorous ......"

The speed of Wudao's painting was extremely fast, and in just a quarter of an hour, a cyan dragon body appeared in the sky above the Holy Courtyard, but at this moment, the green dragon had no eyes, and was lying horizontally above the Holy Courtyard like a dead thing.

"Poof......

Wudao opened his mouth and spewed out a mouthful of blood when he drew the first scale on Qinglong, and the scales suddenly shone in the air, and after Wudao finished drawing the first scale, he immediately began to draw the second scale, and then the third, and the fourth, each painting, Wudao almost spurted out a mouthful of blood.

As the scales on the "Green Dragon" became more and more, a desolate breath slowly came, Lin Chen, who was watching below, suddenly felt a throbbing in his chest for some reason, he covered his chest with his hands, and he felt that in his heart, the heart of the Green Dragon slowly became active......

"Blue Dragon ......"

Wu Wen's face finally changed when Wudao drew all the scales, Wudao's face was pale, and he stretched out his trembling hand and slowly moved to the head of the green dragon, only one step away, as long as he could give the green dragon a pair of eyes, this green dragon would be able to come back to life.

At the moment when Wudao's hand reached into Qinglong's eyes, Wu Wen, who had been watching, suddenly stretched out his hands and instantly slashed at Wudao, Wudao had already prepared, stretched out one palm to resist, and the other hand tightly held the brush and moved towards Qinglong.

"......"

Just as Wudao's brush was about to hit Qinglong's eyes, his hand suddenly stopped in mid-air, and even the brush in his hand stopped at a distance of one centimeter from Qinglong.

"Poof......

Wudao spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his figure flew out upside down, and the paintbrush in his hand also flew into the sky at the same moment, and was caught by a slender hand.

"Is it because of this pen......

Wu Wen ignored Wudao, who fell backwards, and he looked intently at the inconspicuous-looking paintbrush in his hand.

"Return my holy soldiers!"

Wudao struggled to stand up, wanting to run towards Wuwen, Su Ming grabbed Wudao, his expression was a little solemn, this Wuwen's strength was too unfathomable, and neither the holy soldiers of the same saint and the holy soldier of the way of painting could cause a trace of harm to him.

"I see, this pen can't be used, then you can't use it, Qinglong, it will never be resurrected!"

Wu Wen glanced at the one lying in the air, the one that exuded an aura that made him frown slightly, he pinched it with his hand, and the sound of chopsticks breaking came, and Wudao, who was held by Su Ming, suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood, and actually fainted.

Wu Wen, who had broken the Wudao brush, shook his head, and then looked at Su Ming and Wudao with murderous intent, "There won't be any hands left in this seat in the future......

After Wu Wen finished speaking, two black lightning bolts suddenly appeared in the sky and slashed towards Su Ming and Wudao, Wudao was already unconscious at the moment, and he couldn't resist the black lightning in the air at all, just when he was at a loss, a huge kite appeared in the sky, and the black lightning did not split on Wudao and Su Ming, but was attracted by the kite, and instantly slashed on the kite.

When all the kites disappeared, a young man came out of the back of the kites, and said with relief, "Fortunately, I am clever, otherwise I would have been the one who struck the thunder......

The young man stood on top of the kite, glanced at the embarrassed Su Ming and the unconscious Wudao, and nodded with a smile, "This is like what I should do, so it is right to be consistent with the outside world at all times, Su Zi, it seems that your vertical and horizontal technique has no effect today......"

"Hmph, don't talk about the wind and cold, I can't solve the Witch God Temple with one line, and I can't deal with the Witch God Temple with the wood of your Mo family......"

"I can't deal with it, but someone can ......"

The young man was not angry, he glanced at the dragon lying on his side from afar, his face was full of smiles, he was just about to speak, suddenly a weak voice came from the door of the holy courtyard......

Then a skinny donkey frantically plucked on the ground with four hooves.

"I ...... I'm not late......".

A woman dressed in linen, holding a book in her hand, spoke softly.

Lin Chen raised his head to look at the woman, and the woman happened to be looking at him, the two looked at each other instantly, and a wonderful feeling suddenly came from Lin Chen's heart, just like ...... It's like a sudden breath of fresh air from before......