The "Picture of Male Mountains and Soft Waters" painted by ghosts is not small, and the participants were killed by Ning Chen in an instant, and there are few people, so if you want to find Zhao Zihuai, you will naturally have to waste some time.

However, Ning Chen did not have the slightest intention of giving up, shuttling through the mountains and forests, carefully feeling the fluctuations of the aura around him.

After reaching the seventh layer of condensation, the aura in Ning Chen's body has become extremely sensitive, and here is the painting again, there are disciples walking through, which will naturally form fluctuations in the painting, just like throwing stones into the lake, forming waves, through which Ning Chen can know the general direction of the disciples in the painting, and then chase and kill the past!

His body was like electricity, like thunder, and Ning Chen's speed at this moment was simply unreasonable, completely exerting his body technique to the extreme.

"Zhao Zihuai, in the past, you said that you were the sky, but today I will let you see how I Ning Chen can pierce your detached sky!"

I don't care about anything else, now in Ning Chen's eyes, there is only Zhao Zihuai!

At the same time, outside the scroll, all the people who looked at the scroll, whether it was a disciple or an elder, were already petrified on the spot.

I saw that in the picture scroll, directly below a cliff, Mu Jiuyun was already naked, lying in the grass, with torn clothes everywhere, and Mu Jiuyun was holding his chest with his hands like that, motionless.

On the other hand, Meiyu rode on Mu Jiuyun's body, with a comfortable face, holding a small wooden stick in her hand, picking at the big gaps between her teeth, and chirping her mouth from time to time.

Mu Jiuyun, who was lying on the ground, had no color, his eyes were scattered, and a line of hot tears flowed directly from the corners of his eyes, the boy's body was broken, Yuanyang was sucked away, and he had already cultivated to the point of loss.

And the disciples outside the painting, one by one, were even more dumbfounded, unlike Ning Chen, they had witnessed the whole process just now, it was simply miserable.

Where is the machine spirit, it is clearly a female hooligan, regardless of it, the purpose is to bring down Mu Jiuyun, and then ......

The dignified and handsome guy Mu Jiuyun is so remorseful...... It's a mouth-popping.

Even Bai Xinyao, who had been cold as frost, had a rosy face, and it was too damaging to use this trick to kill Mu Jiuyun.

Zhou Shang, who was located on the cloud platform, his eyes flashed with a touch of horror at the same time, his face was even more black and purple, the cultivation of the Tongzi Dao can be described as extremely strong, and it can be regarded as a great road on the way of cultivating immortals, but he is afraid of this.

The Immortal Weapon Spirit is undoubtedly the greatest nemesis of the Holy Child Pavilion!

The immortal spirit appeared, and the Holy Child Pavilion would never have peace.

The violent reaction outside the painting had no effect on Ning Chen, and the whole person continued to walk in the painting, looking for Zhao Zihuai's whereabouts.

However, just as Ning Chen continued to move forward, his cold expression suddenly moved, and he only felt that two waves of fluctuations suddenly approached him quickly.

In an instant, Ning Chen saw that the two black-clothed monks had already appeared on Ning Chen's side, and compared to the previous ones, their killing was more decisive, and they would strike when they met.

"Ning Chen, just because you are also worthy to participate in the Shenglan PEN Club and compete with Senior Brother Zhao Zihuai, we can get rid of you without Senior Brother Zhao Zihuai's move. ”

One of the black-clothed disciples said, there were already three more golden talismans in his hand, reflecting a dazzling light in the sunlight, and then the three talismans suddenly transformed into three roaring lion heads, with hideousness and roar, and tore towards Ning Chen.

Another black-clothed disciple took out a jade spear from the storage bag, sacrificed it, and shot it at Ning Chen!

Ning Chen stood still with a look of murder in his eyes, and then his arm suddenly flicked towards the two black-clothed disciples!

Swish!

In an instant, the snow demon scroll unfolded, and at the same time condensed the picture of Ning Chen's painting, and it burst out with endless momentum, the painting has been further improved by Ning Chen, in addition to the mist, flowing water, and red sun, there have been more green mountains, and seven golden pagodas are lined up.

Then look at the seven golden light pagodas, which instantly emerged from the picture scroll and fell from the sky, like seven huge aura fists, slamming to the ground one after another.

The talisman and jade spear that shot were directly smashed by the golden light pagoda several feet high, and one of the black-clothed disciples was even smashed below by a golden light pagoda, shattering his body and bones!

The Golden Light Pagoda was originally a Buddha thought, but the Buddha thought also had a murderous time, the Bodhisattva lowered his eyebrows, the six paths of compassion, the King Kong angry eyes, and swept away the demons.

The remaining black-clothed disciple, seeing his companion's tragic death in an instant, his eyes suddenly froze, he knew something about Ning Chen before, wasn't it the fifth layer of condensation? How could he have such a majestic strength? This was clearly the seventh layer of condensation!

I couldn't help but feel a touch of panic and fear on the face of this black-clothed disciple.

However, at this moment, Ning Chen had already appeared in front of the black-clothed disciple, and the fist with Sensen's aura attached to it, with an angry roar, directly bombarded the black-clothed disciple's abdomen.

The weight of a fist is that even an elephant can be killed instantly.

Burst!

In an instant, a mouthful of blood spurted out directly from the mouth of the black-clothed disciple, and the whole person flew directly out of three or five zhang away, and fell to the ground with a bang, and had the heart to get up, but found that there was a piercing pain in the abdomen, and the organs were already damaged.

At the same time, seeing that Ning Chen had already come to the black-clothed disciple step by step, condescendingly, looking down at the black-clothed disciple who was spitting blood, there was not the slightest sympathy on his face, let alone the slightest mercy.

Seeing this, a trace of fear clearly flashed on the face of the black-clothed disciple, he had never felt such a heavy murderous aura from Ning Chen's body, which made people wonder, where was Ning Chen, who was cowardly and could only blindly endure in the past? Who was standing in front of him.

"Ning...... Ning Chen, if you dare to kill me, Senior Brother Zhao Zihuai will not let you go, I ......"

"Zhao Zihuai, he's next!"

Without waiting for the black-clothed disciple to say the following words, Ning Chen raised his palm, and the Spirit Vein Sword appeared on his fingertips, and then the knife fell in his hand, stabbing directly into the throat of the black-clothed disciple.

Burst!

With the sound of flesh and blood breaking through his life, the black-clothed disciple was killed on the spot, and Ning Chen did not hesitate.

At this moment, at the top of Hangu Mountain, there was already a dead silence, everyone looked at Ning Chen in the painting, they were already indifferent, and the corners of their mouths twitched twice from time to time, especially the disciples of Huarenge, who were even more cold in their hearts.

This...... Is this still the Ning Chen they know? The guy who looked like an ant in Fu Lang Pavilion? At that time, Ning Chen was just an ordinary down-and-out scholar.

Now they couldn't feel the slightest scholarly breath from Ning Chen's body, the killing was terrifying, and all those who stood in the way had to die.

Bai Xinyao was the same, her face was full of shock, although she didn't have much contact with Ning Chen, she also watched Ning Chen grow up, at this moment, Ning Chen actually gave her a strange feeling!

"What happened behind Ning Chen? would make Ning Chen look like this?" Bai Xinyao muttered to himself, perhaps he really realized that on the path of cultivating immortals, blind compassion would only make more people suffer.

Although the Buddha had compassion, he would also send those who had committed the most heinous sins to the hell of the nose.

Located in the north of the "Xiongshan Soft Water Map", Zhao Zihuai did not know what kind of killing was in the south, at this moment, he was standing indifferently, standing in a clearing between the mountains and forests, with his hands slightly behind his back, looking like a jade tree facing the wind, and at his feet, it was the neutral disciple ---- Xinchen.

At this moment, Xin Chen's body was already full of wounds, blood was gurgling, and the whole person was dying, which showed how ruthless Zhao Zihuai's hand was.

"Senior Brother Zhao Zihuai, I admit defeat, let me go, and spare my life. Xin Chen's face was full of fear and pleaded.

Zhao Zihuai didn't respond, he was condescending, with a light and breezy appearance, revealing a cold and almost cruel smile, and then slowly raised the cold iron sword in his hand, thrust it down, and stabbed Xin Chen's throat.

Burst!

With the sound of flesh and blood breaking, as well as Xin Chen's painful and desperate **, Xin Chen died immediately.

From beginning to end, Zhao Zihuai had a calm and breezy appearance, and there was no mercy on his face, killing Xin Chen was like killing a chicken.

"Sorry, I don't have that word in my head. Zhao Zihuai glanced at Xin Chen's corpse, as well as the desperate gaze, and said lightly.

Well?

Suddenly, Zhao Zihuai's expression suddenly moved slightly, and his keen ears could clearly hear it, and a series of footsteps suddenly came from not far away.

This made Zhao Zihuai a little puzzled, Xin Chen had been killed, and in the huge "Xiongshan Soft Water Map", there was only one Ning Chen left, and the other disciples were all his people, and they were encircling Ning Chen, how could there be footsteps walking towards him?

After a while, Zhao Zihuai's expression changed suddenly, and he saw Ning Chen, who was covered with blood on his white shirt, walking towards him step by step from the depths of the woods, and in Ning Chen's hands, there was still a person dragging him, who was also scarred.

This person is the last Zhao Zihuai's cronies, and he is also Zhao Zihuai's most trusted person in Huaren Pavilion, his name is Xu Wen, and he and Zhao Zihuai have known each other since they were in Shangqingguan.

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