Yuan Jie was at the top of the scroll, swaying from side to side by the strong wind, although it was unstable, it couldn't fall anyway.

The short-haired man, that is, Tupol, lifted the brush and made a few strokes, a goshawk and a golden eagle appeared one after another, they spread their wings and pounced on Yuan Jie.

Goshawk golden eagles are fierce things in the sky, the two are sandwiched, the attack is more fierce, Yuan Jie did not dare to slack off, he pulled out the steel knife with his backhand, waited for it to get close, his wrist trembled, and the blade drew two sharp arcs, a dozen goshawk belly, and a golden eagle neck stalk.

The goshawk twisted its body and immediately avoided it, but the golden eagle was half a beat slower, its neck dodged the blade, and its body failed to dodge after all, only to hear a hiss, and the golden eagle's chest and abdomen were split in half obliquely to the blade. The golden eagle is a thing that transforms into nothingness, and after being split in half, it still turns into air and drifts away. After a while, the goshawk was also solved.

Tupol sketched with the tip of the pen, and then drew several winged beasts to attack, the winged beasts were huge, not to mention, with sharp horns on their heads, and sharp claws under their bodies, standing in mid-air, like tigers and leopards, their bodies were flexible and easy to move, and they were like dragons entering the Tengjiang River.

Yuan Jie spent a lot of effort and finally cut off the winged beasts one by one, but due to the huge physical consumption, he had to jump from the top to the ground to recuperate for a while. After a while, he basically recovered, and when he was about to jump up again, he was seen by Wang Qiuyue and said to Tupol: "I heard that under the poisonous heat, not a single grass grows, you draw a few suns in the painting, scorch the grass and trees, and dry the running water, he has nothing to eat, no water to drink, even if the gods descend to earth, it will be difficult to escape death after all." Rong Xing echoed: "This method is the best. Regardless of the water or water, it is not easy to live under the scorching sun. If your method doesn't work, try my snow skills again. ”

Tupol then picked up his pen and added a dozen suns to the top of the scroll. In an instant, the clouds and mist dispersed, and within the picture scroll, the whole body was the same color, all red and white.

Little by little, the running water was dried, and the ground was as hot as fire. The grass and trees turn from verdant to withered, then die, and finally become humus and sleep with the earth.

Yuan Jie was so hot that he was standing under the thick shade of the trees to enjoy the shade, but in a moment, the leaves on the trees fell off, leaving only the bare trunk and winding branches.

Yuan Jie smelled a faint smell of burnt in his nose, and secretly screamed that it was not good, and when he looked at it, he saw sporadic flames on the bark from time to time, and after a while, it would definitely ignite the whole thing. He then pulled out his feet and left, only a dozen steps forward, the top of his head seemed to be as uncomfortable as a soldering iron, and in the moment of crisis, the white man with sideburns shouted beside him: "The poisonous day is at the head, all things are not born, and there is a place to rest in the cave, you can avoid it for a while, you come over quickly, I am afraid that it will be bad if it is late." ”

Yuan Jie didn't like this person to be wordy, and listened to his voice on the left, so he stretched his body and jumped to the right in the opposite direction. The white man hurriedly shouted: "Wrong, wrong, I'm here." Yuan Jie whispered as he flew away: "I always like to be quiet, so your Excellency should stay alone." The white man said: "Look at the direction you jumped to, is the cave where Zen Master Zhituo once lived, Zen Master Zhituo is one of the best masters in Shaolin Temple, pity him into the painting, try every possible way to leave, but unexpectedly the evil beast painted by the painter was bitten to death at once." ”