In less than half a breath, six powerful auras appeared from all over the city almost at the same time, heading straight for them.

Most of the monks in Tonglu City know that there are Chengjing monks in the city, but few people know how many people there are, and there are even fewer people who have seen the true face of Chengjing monks.

The chaos of a moment quickly turned into silence, and the scattered cultivators in the market turned pale one by one, forcibly suppressed the urge to flee, and stayed in place.

They clearly perceived that the entire Fang City had been locked by the six powerful spiritual senses, and any rash move could lead to a thunderous blow.

Don't say that it is the same Lucheng, even on the Wind Meteor, no one can escape with the joint efforts of the six realm cultivators.

Six long rainbows, crossing the cold wind, appeared a hundred zhang outside Han Shi's body, separated from each other, and faintly sealed all the routes of the Quartet.

The eyes of the six people, almost at the same time, all fell on Han Shi's hands, the colorful painting.

A wisp of greed appeared in the eyes of the six people, with their current cultivation, there are not many things that can touch their artistic conception, but after seeing this painting, the six people are shocked, and the artistic conception that has not grown for many years has a trace of uncontrolled boiling.

This is a sign of the transformation of the artistic conception, and this painting is a treasure.

Winning this painting, breaking through the realm, and stepping into the legendary second-order realm are just around the corner.

"Junior, I want to expropriate this painting with the Lucheng Dao Alliance, it is of great use, and these spirit stones can be regarded as compensation for you. Among the six people, an old man with a hooked nose had a gloomy expression, and after throwing a storage bag towards Han Shi, this person immediately took a step forward and grabbed towards the colorful painting.

In the eyes of the old man, although Han Shi's cultivation was a little obscure and not easy to see, even if this person hid his cultivation, in front of the six of them, the ending was already doomed.

What he was worried about at the moment was the other five, although his cultivation was slightly better than the five, but if he wanted to fight five with one, he was not at all sure.

In addition, this black-haired stall owner is also his target, and he is bound to get this painting, but the source of the painting makes him even more excited.

Han Shi's gaze did not leave the picture from beginning to end, and he even turned a deaf ear to the words of the gloomy old man, which made the old man's expression suddenly gloomy, and the hand that originally grabbed the colorful painting turned slightly and fell towards Han Shi's vest instead.

This palm is no longer a painting, but the idea of killing Han Shi.

Han Shi's eyes flashed cold, and his right hand slapped out, colliding with the old man's palm.

The gloomy old man's expression, in the next moment, was covered with endless panic, and an unimaginable huge force spread all over his body along his palm.

Shattered, starting from his five fingers, his body, began to collapse in the retreat, before it landed, it had completely turned into a puff of blood mist, in the blood mist, a sluggish primordial god, with incomparable horror, flew away.

Han Shi's expression was cold, and from his fingertips, a black and white light shot out, instantly catching up with the primordial god and enveloping it.

I saw that the primordial god continued to howl miserably, and its form died at a speed visible to the naked eye, like a tree leaf falling on red-hot iron, and in a few moments, it turned into a dry piece, and then died.

"If you have delusions, that's how it ends!"

Han Shi's voice, with a light and understated confidence, fell on the ears of the other five people, but it was as if it was a heavenly thunder empowerment, and they were terrified.

Although the six of them are all in the realm, the gloomy old man is already in the late stage of Mahayana, and he is the highest among the six, so this person is sitting in the richest place in the west of the city.

But this person, in front of this green-shirted monk, has no power to resist, and his body and spirit are destroyed, this ......

"Roll ......"

Han Shi said coldly, his voice was not loud, but the expressions of the five people immediately turned pale, and it was not until this moment that they sensed a sense of oppression from Han Shi's body.

Even, along with Lucheng's defensive array, was also attracted by the aura emanating from Han Shi, turning into a tidal wave of ripple power, surging from all directions.

This array has been sleeping under Tonglu City for thousands of years, and it has not been triggered for thousands of years.

The tide turned into angry waves, and Han Shi, who stood in it, could not avoid it.

"Unexpectedly, this big array with Lucheng is not bad, and it actually integrates the artistic conception of water into the formation, and it is endless, although its power is not the strongest, but it is endless, enough to trap the Chengding monk in the array, but this array wants to trap me, but it is not enough. ”

Han Shi pointed out again, his eyes flashing.

"Rong!"

The artistic conception of water, although the depth of his perception is not as good as Kurong, but it is not shallow.

The existence of this artistic conception makes him have an indescribable temperament on his body, which makes Han Shi's whole person unforgettable after seeing it.

Qingquan stone is upstream!

Even if I no longer remember Han Shi's appearance, the blend of water and stone will turn into an eternal memory, and I will keep it in my heart for a long time.

At the moment when Han Shi spoke, the surging angry waves seemed to be boiling, forming a tumbling force around Han Shi, colliding with the angry waves that came from the impact.

"With water, break the water!" A painting's eyes lit up, if he was allowed to break this array, he would naturally be able to break it, but he couldn't do it like Han Shi's freehand.

The violent shock seemed to plunge the entire Tonglu City into an ocean, especially not far from Han Shi's surroundings, countless eyes were shocked and almost stunned, and they almost fell into a state of distraction.

The roar of the waves, after a few breaths, reached the level of earth-shattering, but it was never able to reach the Han stone in the center.

In the angry waves, a figure in a green shirt standing with his hands in his hands is deeply engraved in everyone's memory.

"The tide rises and falls...... Dry!"

As Han Shi's words fell, the monstrous wave stopped rolling, calmed down in the void, and then faded away.

The big array is broken!

Cold sweat oozed from the foreheads of the five people, and after glancing at each other, they all hugged their fists towards Han Shi, bowed and said: "I don't know that the seniors are here, the juniors are rude, and I still look at the seniors Haihan." ”

After speaking, the five of them all glanced at Han Shi, and after seeing that the murderous intent in this person's eyes gradually faded, they couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and after bowing down again, they turned into Changhong and left.

The departure of the five people, Han Shi did not stop it, at this moment, his mind was already attracted by the colorful painting.

"Steady progress, destiny, a cut of the cold plum leads to ......" Han Shi's gaze gradually moved away from the picture and looked at the clouds.

This is a hint that the trip to Qingyun will be smooth sailing, and my destiny is only destiny. ”

"This Mandate of Heaven, I don't know if it's the Mandate of Heaven, or is it the Mandate of Heaven?"

"It's just that the Hanmei in my heart is not something you can touch, what if you are destiny?"

"Heaven also has a fate, my fate, I ...... I can't help it!"

Han Shi rolled up his sleeves, put the colorful painting into the storage bag, glanced at the black-haired Confucian scholar, and said, "Painting bone Daoist, goodbye." ”

Yihuazi smiled lightly and clenched his fists, "Han Daoyou, I won't send it far!"

Han Shi's expression was calm, and he also hugged his fist slightly, turning into a green rainbow and rising into the sky, galloping towards the starry sky outside the meteor.

Yihuazi sat on the stall, watching the shadow of the green rainbow gradually disappear into the sky, his eyes revealed a deep meaning, and he whispered: "Interesting!"

He lifted the pen again, and after a few strokes, he sketched a butterfly shadow that seemed to be real and illusory!

Time flies, and more than four years have passed since Han Shi left the five planets.

On this day, a giant sword of more than 300 zhang roared in the starry sky, this sword was extremely fast, dragging a long sword light, as if it was a meteor, going straight to the depths of the vast sea of stars.

On the giant sword, a gray-haired young man sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, this person was wearing a green shirt, and his eyebrows seemed ordinary, but when he looked closely, there was a hidden evil spirit.

It's just that this evil aura dissipated the moment the young man opened his eyes, and his gaze seemed to contain a peculiar temperament, so that the people who looked at him often involuntarily gave birth to a wisp of convincing.

It was as if facing the magnificent long river, looking up at the top of the high mountains and pine clouds, and the mood involuntarily fluctuated.

This young man is none other than Han Shi.

Since leaving the Meteor, Han Shi has moved forward faster, and he has taken out the colorful painting several times to observe and meditate, but every time he thinks of the Mandate of Heaven, there will be a faint sense of jealousy in his heart.

Perhaps there is another layer of meaning in this painting, which he has not been able to see!

Completely different from galloping in the sky on the planet, flying in the stars is extremely lonely, and if you are not a person with a strong heart, it will often cause anxiety and even madness.

The vast majority of monks would choose to cultivate during the flight to avoid the loneliness, but all of this, for Han Shi, was the opposite.

Even said that this loneliness was a rare silence for him.

This silence is similar to the tranquility of the Qingcheng years, but it is not the same.

The tranquility of Qingcheng belongs to the tranquility of the world, where it is peaceful and has a loving heart.

The sinking of the starry sky belongs to the meditation of cultivation, and here, Ning's is a wisp of enlightened soul.

This silence lasted for more than two years, and in the process of moving forward, Han Shi seemed to have entered a strange realm, a little similar to being trapped in Taimo back then.

In this regard, Han Shixin felt that this realm may be the speechless realm that Dao Zhou said.

A few days after Han Shi woke up from that realm, he flew down on a Xiuzhen Star called Yuhai, which was almost worlds apart from the Wind Meteor, and the entire Xiuzhen Star was shrouded in a faint layer of blood.

On the Jade Sea Star, there is only one standard for cultivation, that is, the weak eat the strong, even if it is between the same sect or even between master and apprentice, they will often face each other with swords, for the sake of perhaps just an ordinary spiritual treasure.