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"Isn't this the dragon chariot of the Shuntian Sect, why did you come to Wubao Mountain today, is it possible that this year's annual meeting will have the share of the Wubao Dao people?"

"Who says it's not, these Five Treasure Dao people have been promoted to Yuanying in the past two years, and Shuntianzong has also paid attention to it, and every year the annual meeting sends him an invitation, and it seems that the status of Wubao Mountain is also going to rise. ”

"What do you know, if it weren't for the fact that this Five Treasure Dao people had hooked up with Qin Hao of the Shuntian Sect, how could he make the Shuntian Sect so elevated with his Yuanying cultivation. ”

"That's right, Qin Hao, as the young sect of the Shuntian Sect, was promoted to the Yudan at a young age, which is really envious of others. ”

"Everyone has a different fate, Qin Hao's family is a real genius, how can it be our turn to discuss, let's disperse." ”

Everyone was talking, and at the same time, Long Yuan had already fallen on Wubao Mountain, and the prohibition of Wubao Mountain was hurriedly opened from the inside and welcomed it in.

And after a little more discussion among themselves, they dispersed.

Sun Hao looked at the direction in which Long Yuan fell, and the secret world from the east was indeed a different world.

If it had been placed elsewhere, if a human dared to use a dragon to pull a cart, it would have been hit by the Jiaolong clan a long time ago.

The demon clan of the eastern world didn't seem to care about this matter at all, or they didn't dare to criticize this matter at all, so they could only curl up and not dare to show their heads.

Sun Hao couldn't help but shake his head secretly, over the years, the demon clan has been lonely too much, I'm afraid it won't be long before the demon clan in the whole world will be suppressed by humans.

He didn't make much emotion, and chose a place nearby to rent out the cave mansion and stayed.

This is also a characteristic of the Donglai world, where everything is in good order, and all kinds of business, traveling, and practicing monks dare not make a move in the territory of the big forces at will, because the big forces have their own rules, and making a move means challenging the authority of these forces, and the gains outweigh the losses.

Therefore, all kinds of cultivators are like fish in water in these places, and their business is getting bigger and bigger, and it is said that the leading few chambers of commerce have more than 100 million spiritual stone wealth.

The cave where he lives is the business of the Jiujiang League, the world's largest chamber of commerce.

Under the leadership of a fifth-layer disciple of Qi Condensation, Sun Hao walked into this cave mansion that was quite like a pavilion in the sky.

The furnishings inside are neat and clean, whether it is the spirit beast room, the medicine field, the bedroom, the living room, and the living room that should be in the cave.

The formation outside is also very complete, and it doesn't look like a place that can be easily broken through.

Sun Hao nodded with satisfaction, the price of these two hundred spirit stones in one month is not complaining, and I am afraid that the construction of such a cave will cost ten thousand spirit stones.

However, he did not let down his vigilance, and according to the habits he had developed in the Southern Regions, he carefully inspected all corners of the room, and placed his own set of prohibitions outside the cave mansion, and then he was relieved.

Sitting in the cave mansion, he took out the portrait he had obtained in the Jinyan tribe and observed it secretly.

This portrait is quite not simple, Nazha Yanmu Xiuwei is too low to feel the power surge in it, but Sun Hao has long felt the weirdness in it.

It's as if there is an old demon hiding in this portrait, and if you release it, you can destroy the world.

He calmed down and pondered the charm of the painting.

But an hour passed, and Sun Hao couldn't see any other meaning from it except for feeling dizzy and nauseous.

Helpless, he had to think of another way, but whether it was a drop of blood or a divine sense of the Lord, it had no effect on it.

Isn't this painting something I can master, or does it require some special way to control it?

Sun Hao was puzzled and simply put down the scroll, but at this time he noticed that the painting had changed a little under his ravage.

It's not that the middle-aged Taoist in the portrait has changed, nor is it that the world depicted in the painting has changed.

What has changed is the portrait itself, that is, its paper has changed.

I saw that in the lower left corner of the portrait, I don't know when a small corner was lifted, and the thin paper was divided into two parts.

There were other mysteries in this paper? Sun Hao was secretly surprised.

As soon as he got his hands on the portrait, he tried to see if there was a mezzanine in it, but the portrait was so hard that it could not be broken at all, and he didn't know when the little horn was lifted.

Sun Hao was a little excited, rubbed his hands, groaned for a while, and when he recovered his spirit to the fullest, he carefully stretched out his hand and slowly lifted the portrait hidden on it from a small corner.

At first, there was no movement, and it was just a blank sheet of paper, without a trace of ink.

He sped up his speed, and soon uncovered a small part of the portrait of the Taoist hidden above.

But at this moment, he saw a little brush mark, to be precise, a stroke at that time, a horizontal and vertical "apostrophe" at that time!

With just one stroke, he suddenly felt his body stiffen completely, and his divine consciousness seemed to be completely out of his control, expanding wildly.

At this moment, he saw a lot of things directly in a trance, on the tragic battlefield, countless dead bodies were spread on the ground, and the sky was full of countless cultivators, and spells and flying swords weaved a huge aura net in the sky.

Their enemies are creatures that are taller than humans, but bear a seven-point resemblance to humans. If it weren't for the strange horns sticking out of their heads, Sun Hao would have almost thought that they were also human cultivators.

The strength of these strange creatures is quite powerful, and almost one person can withstand the siege of hundreds of cultivators.

It's just that their numbers are too scarce, and they are slowly showing defeat.

Among them was one such creature, which had not moved, and had a pair of huge wings floating in the sky, looking indifferently at the people underground.

But when his army showed its defeat, he finally couldn't help it, and let out a roar of rage towards the sky, and his body suddenly increased ten thousand times, like a small mountain, and he angrily slaughtered the human monks.

Everywhere he caused, there was blood everywhere, and no human was his unanimous enemy, and he turned the tide of the war with the power of one person.

He looked at the human monk with cold eyes, opened his mouth wide, and roared out a strange syllable, and the power of this roar actually forced all the remaining forces of the human monk back for dozens of miles.

is so powerful, it really looks like a god, and no one can stop it.

But someone blocked it, and it was a middle-aged scribe who looked unharmed, holding a brush that had always been thick.

If it weren't for the fact that he was still flying in the air, Sun Hao almost thought that this was just a scholar who had gone to the wrong place.

But it was such a scholar who didn't take a step back, stared at the huge monster in front of him, and when his pen fell, a "skimming" dipped in ink appeared in the sky.

At this moment, even if Sun Hao is an outsider, he can feel the power of this skimm, which is full of endless killing intent, and it seems that as long as his master is willing, he can destroy these thousands of miles of mountains and rivers with a single stroke.

Under the command of the scribe, this skimming flew slowly but firmly downward, just so above board, it seemed that he was not afraid of his opponent at all to avoid this move.

The monster's face also became solemn, looking at the flying strokes, he roared angrily, his body increased a few points, held up his palms, seemed to be holding up a piece of sky, and flew towards the strokes with all his strength.

The battlefield suddenly fell silent, only this monster and a battle of strokes remained, and everyone held their breath, waiting for the result.

Sun Hao didn't dare to look at this big battle laxly, waiting for who would win and who would lose, but his fingers couldn't help but imitate the scribe's handwriting, and drew a stroke in the air.

But at this moment, the picture came to an abrupt end, and Sun Hao's mind was dizzy for a while, and he actually retreated from which artistic conception.

He was a little stunned to see that a small half of the scroll had been uncovered, and which one of the scrolls was hidden under the scroll, and he didn't know what kind of words it was, but he could only see a handful of ink that seemed to be lifelike.

Looking at it, he suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, which was transformed by the essence of his heart, so that he had broken his heart, and if he didn't let go, I was afraid that his life would not be saved.

Sun Hao had no choice but to let go of his hand, watching the portrait once again cover the top of the mezzanine, covering the endless killing intent revealed by the word inside.

But a small horn remained, as if waiting for his master to come and lift him open next time, revealing it for what it was.

At this time, Sun Hao, who had broken his heart, seemed to be supposed to heal his wounds as soon as possible to avoid leaving dark wounds, but he sat down cross-legged and did not start healing.

I saw his hand stretched out, stretched out an index finger, and paused in the air, he wanted to remember that feeling, and while the artistic conception had not completely disappeared from his mind, he wanted to write that one!

But this glance could not be written for a long time, and his fingers seemed to be rusted, and he could not draw it anyway.

Sun Hao knew that the artistic conception of this was too high, and it was not something it could understand at all, but it was just forcibly imitated, I am afraid it would not help.

But since that one is taking the righteous and bright route, his opponent has no way to escape, and he uses the right to win.

Then why can't I turn him into another style, a style that I can unleash, since he is above board, then I will win with wonder.

Sun Hao gritted his teeth, regardless of the hot pain in his heart, recalled the scribe's pen, used all the aura of his body, trembled his right hand, and drew this glimpse.

A little ink suddenly appeared between his index fingers, which gradually spread out, and finally turned into a "skimming" shape, which did not stop in the air for a moment, like a cold arrow shot out, and disappeared in an instant.

Sun Hao was secretly surprised, this speed was like teleportation, and with his current naked eye, he couldn't catch this movement trajectory at all.

I'm afraid that when the general Dan stage is against the enemy, the magic weapon of their spells does not have such speed, but I don't know how powerful he is.

Ignoring his injuries, Sun Hao got up and walked out of the cave, he wanted to see how powerful this newly learned spell was.