The inside of the painting city is full of witchcraft, which can easily trap goose and sheep masters; outside, the painting city and the entire block coexist with each other and are connected with each other, making it unbreakable. wwW!QUAbEn-XIAoShUo!cOmEven Master Sanwei, a master at cultivating clones, seems to be helpless and can only stand outside and worry.
Wen Leyang's heart was churning with an inexplicable emotion. Leyang Tiantian, the descendant of Qiluo who was only slightly smaller than a chimpanzee's eyes, was so skilled in the art of witchcraft that Tuoxie disciples from the Wen, Miao and Luo families simply couldn't compare. Even Wen Leyang, the only outlier among the three strange sects in two thousand years, had no choice but to be inferior to Le Yangtian in the painting city.
Two thousand years ago, the two masters were brothers in the same sect, and their skills were between the same.
Two thousand years later, the difference between the descendants of the two families is more than just heaven and earth!
Wen Leyang is not a competitive person, but he doesn't feel like it now. While he admires the majesty of the three master brothers who dominate the world, Tuo Xie and Chang Li fight against the world's masters, he also admires Le Yangtian's miraculous witchcraft. He was secretly depressed underneath.
Liu Zheng knew what he was thinking, and there was a smile in his eyes. He bumped Wen Leyang with his shoulder and said with a smile, "Tell me, why is the gap so big?"
Wen Leyang couldn't help but squint his teeth and ignored him.
The movements of the nine Taoist priests downstairs became more and more sluggish, and their steps were scattered. Everyone was sweating profusely and panting, as if they were carrying a huge mountain on their shoulders, and they could hardly move any further.
Monk Shuijing was a little surprised and muttered: "You lost your strength so soon?" The nine Gooseyang disciples are now unable to extricate themselves from Leyangtian's Jinge Chaotic Witch Gu secret technique. Sooner or later, it will end like this, but Wen Leyang Several people still didn't expect it to happen so quickly. It hasn't been long since they rushed into the painting city.
The more magical and powerful the witchcraft in the painting city was, the more uncomfortable Wen Leyang felt. He sighed quietly in his heart and said to the great monk Shui Jing: "There should be witchcraft in the painting city that can make people lose strength quickly!"
Unexpectedly, Leyangtian frowned and took over the topic thoughtfully: "Yes, yes...but I didn't push it..." Before he could finish his words, he quickly closed his mouth and stared with bright eyes. Lived downstairs. /\
The nine exhausted Goose and Sheep disciples were about to fall to the ground. At the same time, the body was shaken, and the originally scattered eyes all regained clarity in an instant, as if they had seen through the witchcraft illusions around them, and they let out a long and sharp roar!
The roar was shrill, violent, and vicious, as if a wild ghost that had lost hope of reincarnation was roaring unwillingly, completely opposite to the solemn and solemn shout of the previous Taoist formula.
The nine Taoist priests quickly retreated and dispersed while roaring like ghosts crying. Then the nine people turned their hands. The two fingers of his right hand inserted into his eye socket, and his left hand crushed his Adam's apple!
Leyangtian looked puzzled. He turned back to Wen Leyang and said, "It's not me! These Taoist priests committed suicide..."
Wen Leyang couldn't bear to see the Taoist priest die tragically. He was still complaining that Le Yangtian was too cruel. Hearing his words, he was stunned for a moment. Before he could speak, a burst of laughter that was more suppressed than the late autumn thunder came from outside the painting city: "The boy named Leyang. I'm coming in."
After the nine veterans committed suicide, their postures remained unchanged. He didn't fall down, as if he had roots under his feet, firmly nailed to the ground. His originally healthy and plump complexion quickly faded, becoming pale and depressed.
Amid the roaring laughter, Wen Leyang's spiritual consciousness trembled, and the thick and sturdy Sanwei Zhenren had already somersaulted into the painting city!
As soon as Master Sanwei entered the painting city, he immediately felt trumpets ringing around him like thundering horse hooves, and a wave of killing rage rushed into his chest. Thousands of troops and horses were roaring from the sky and the earth, rushing towards him like a tide.
Le Yangtian still doesn't understand why Sanwei sent nine disciples to die, let alone the reason why the nine old Taoists' corpses were frozen, but when he saw the real Sanwei who had just rushed into the painting city, he was in chaos. Still heaving a sigh of relief, he sneered: "But what if..." Before he could finish his words, the Sanwei Taoist suddenly roared and bit the tip of his tongue fiercely, using the severe pain to save a share of his spiritual wisdom. Kong Ming, with his wrists together, the three fingers of his right hand are poking into the sky like a fork, and the thumb of his left hand is pressed on the ground. His roar is like thunder, echoing in the painting city: "Heaven and earth depend on the hand, all transformations come from the body, and all chaos is a reflection of reality!"
With a snap, the yellow Taoist robe on Sanwei Taoist's body was shattered inch by inch, like a blizzard raised by a strong wind, swirling up in all directions. Sanwei Taoist's face was full of viciousness, his eyes wandered for a moment and then suddenly jumped He stood up and struck the ground with his thick fingers with great flexibility!
The thick square bricks were crisp and crisp. The ground beneath the bricks was hollow, and there was a huge golden basin filled with gleaming colors and engraved with slow and strange patterns. The basin was filled with densely packed golden beetles, each of which was less than half the size of a fingernail. Big, no eyes, no mouth, no legs, no wings, just huddled together. /\
As soon as the beetles saw the light, they immediately became a mess, squirming awkwardly. The master of Sanwei made a mistake with his palm, and a blazing golden fireball mercilessly smashed into the golden bowl. The golden bowl remained intact, but all the beetles were squeaking. Amid the wails, he was burned to ashes!
Le Yangtian was not angry but happy, laughing loudly: "Yes, the golden armored warrior can break me, let's try it in Nanniwan." As he spoke, his life-flaming snake flashed past the first floor, and in an instant disappear.
Wen Leyang was stunned for a moment and gave Le Yangtian a sideways glance.
Leyang said with a sweet smile: "This is my own creation. The one who falls in it is like being stuck in a quagmire, unable to move forward." He hummed easily and came to Nanniwan...
Sure enough, Sanwei Zhenren's rushing momentum suddenly stopped, his hands and feet seemed to be under tremendous pressure, and he was stumbling as if he was trudging through a mire. Sanwei struggled for a moment, and the expression on his face became more and more ferocious. The body seemed to suddenly swell, and others felt dazzled. When they looked carefully, Sanwei had returned to normal. Although the movement was slower than before, it was no longer as difficult as walking in front of him. A corpse standing upright on the ground rushed over quickly. /\
Leyangtian's face finally became serious, and she squinted her eyes and seemed to hesitate for a moment. He stretched out his fat hand and took it out from his pocket, and unexpectedly caught a fat toad, raised his hand and threw it downstairs. He whispered to Wen Leyang: "There's something wrong with this person!" Then he stopped explaining what was wrong and whistled sharply from his lips.
Even if Wen Leyang knew that Leyang's witchcraft was magical, he still felt dumbfounded. How could he deal with a monk like Sanwei, let alone throw out an ordinary toad. Even smashing Xiu'er from Miaojiang out would probably not work.
The toad fell to the ground and croaked twice at Master Sanwei, looking very bored.
Wen Leyang and the young leader Liu Zheng looked at each other, with wonder and surprise in their eyes.
Under the yellow robe that had been blown to pieces, Master Sanwei was wrapped in a black gown with a few simple patterns outlined on it, and there was nothing unusual at all.
Probably out of self-respect. Master Sanwei was not right with the toad. He didn't rush to the second floor, and his thick body rushed up amid the witchcraft in the swamp. Like a crazy buffalo, it shuttled back and forth among the corpses of the nine disciples who were already standing dead. The sound of hitting quickly became a chorus...
Le Yangtian kept whistling and took out the second and third toad from his arms. Throw it downstairs...
Master Sanwei kept jumping up as he shuttled back and forth. He slapped the disciple's frozen corpse's head hard with the palm of his hand, and at the same time exhaled loudly, letting out a roar that shook the world.
The nine frozen corpses on the ground neither fell nor scattered, but were driven into the ground inch by inch like nails under the huge force of Sanweishen's palm strikes! Master Sanwei used his palm as a hammer, used his disciple's corpse as a nail, and drove it into the ground one by one.
Leyangtian was whistling, taking out toads one after another from her arms and throwing them downstairs.
Outside the painting city, the police lights on the police car that drove in earlier were still flashing silently, raising a panic-inducing roar; inside the painting city, there was a mess everywhere, and the pale white lights lengthened everyone's shadows. , and also lengthened the eyes of living people!
Everyone could see that a witchcraft successor and a top monk were making final preparations. The war was imminent, but no one could understand what the two of them were doing. \
If someone calls Anding Hospital now, they will definitely be happy when the doctor comes. This is considered a buy one get one free.
Jifei and Shui Jing paid more attention to Leyangtian. The old Taoist became more and more surprised as they watched, and finally couldn't help but ask the monk: "How many toads are there on this kid?"
The monk shook his head indifferently: "You have to ask Mr. Wen about this. He has bugs on his body, and Leyangtian has toads on his body. They are almost the same..."
Before Monk Shui Jing finished speaking, Wen Leyang suddenly jumped up as if he was electrocuted and grabbed the young master Liu Zheng's clothes: "Have I accepted it? Where is it?"
When Wen Leyang went upstairs to eavesdrop on the conversation between two monks and Le Yangtian, I was taking a bath in foreign wine and teasing the little girl.
On the contrary to Jifei Shuijing, Liu Zheng kept his eyes on Sanwei Zhenren who was busy taking pictures of the corpse. His eyes and expressions became solemn and alert. He was stunned when he heard Wen Leyang's words: "What am I convinced of? I don't know... "
Wen Leyang was furious. Unexpectedly, the little master Liu Zheng suddenly raised his arms and pushed him away. Then he let out a dragon roar and Liu Zheng's flying sword was unsheathed. The sword pointed straight into the sky and made a cold roar. , Liu Zheng also floated up to the railing on the second floor, with one hand behind his back and the palm of the other hand spread out with five fingers together, posing the Taoist Demon-killing Hand Technique of the Golden Knife Technique, his fingertips pointed steadily at Master Sanwei: "You...what the hell... who is it!"
Liu Zheng's voice was clear and hard, without any hint of his usual joking.
Sanwei didn't even pay attention, and just stretched out his hand to nail the corpses. The expression on his face had changed from a sad look to a weird smile. He had nailed all nine corpses down to the knees. /\
Wen Leyang was thinking about his precious bug and didn't bother to ask Liu Zheng what he had discovered. He held the big speaker tightly and turned around and rushed down to the second floor. He changed several directions in mid-air, for fear that the three flavors would sneak up on him!
Leyangtian looked at Wen Leyang rushing down, her face suddenly changed, her body moved as if she wanted to stop it, but she immediately stopped forcibly, the whistle in her mouth became more rapid, and big beads of sweat appeared on her face. beads.
Liu Zheng seemed to have remembered something terrible. The moment Wen Leyang jumped out from his side, he shouted loudly: "Destroy the body!" Then he shouted loudly: "Law. The golden sword, the soul is gone!" Followed! He waved his hand in the air with the Golden Sword Technique, and suddenly a red-gold rainbow exploded from his hand! With a stern roar. Toward a corpse that was firmly nailed to the ground!
Master Sanwei's right hand was like a hammer, and he kept wedged the corpse into the ground. The five fingers of his left hand shook continuously, and he quickly changed and made four hand gestures. It was like the unparalleled sword light of a waterfall in the sky, under the hand gestures of Master Sanwei. Shocked again and again, it had already dissipated before it reached the corpse!
Wen Leyang had landed firmly on the ground at this moment. As soon as his body moved, he immediately felt as if he was trapped in thick and wet mud. The pressure was so heavy that it surged from all directions like an angry wave. He was tightly restrained and it was difficult to move at all. ! Immediately, the poisonous power of life and death swept up. Rushing in his blood. Thousands of orifices all over the body moved their fists at the same time, constantly resisting the invisible pressure around them. Wen Leyang's actions gradually became more urgent, although he was not as flexible and quick as usual. But he could barely run, and ran hard towards the booth where he and Liu Zheng were originally.
No one expected that Wen Leyang would suddenly jump down. He actually ran away.
Jifei glanced at Shui Jing in shock: "Then let's run away too?"
Leyangtian was more surprised than angry. The downstairs was now filled with his own witchcraft. Not to mention ordinary people, even if a Ferrari is stuck in it, it will be difficult to move. It is enough for Sanwei Zhenren to be able to move freely because of his advanced cultivation. Now Wen Leyang can actually run in small steps.
Wen Leyang was able to dig out a passage from the belly of Mount Emei by using wrong punches and techniques. Naturally, he was able to work hard in the quagmire stimulated by witchcraft.
The young master Liu Zheng was so anxious that he stamped his feet. Seeing Wen Leyang rush out, he thought that Wen Leyang was in sympathy with him, so he immediately launched an offensive. Unexpectedly, he ran away without thinking about scolding Wen Leyang, but instead Pointing at Master Sanwei, he roared: "You evil beast, are you worthy of using the true Taoist formula? Laws, golden swords..." The more intense and bright red gold sword light condensed again with his decree, and it cut with a bang! At the same time, Liu Zheng's other hand suddenly came out from behind, and he raised his hand toward the downstairs and struck out an old leader flag that seemed to have been washed away. Liu Zheng's flying sword also roared in a bright arc. !
With the golden sword, the flying sword, and the flag, Liu Zheng used all his strength to attack, but it seemed that the power was not enough. He put a little force on his eyebrows with his left hand, and the spirit of heaven and earth pointed through the entrance between his eyebrows, asking for a moment of unity between heaven and man, and his body Like a tall and straight spear, it separated from the golden sword and the flying sword in four directions, chasing the four corpses!
Wen Leyang ran to the booth that had become ruins, and used his hands and feet to cut away the mess on the ground. He let out a long breath. I was convinced and was drawing circles on the ground. When I saw Wen Leyang coming, I let out a slightly puzzled cry. The cry seemed familiar but I couldn't remember who it was. Then my body went limp and I was completely drunk.
Wen Leyang didn't care about being angry or laughing. He leaned over and took me into his arms. His spiritual consciousness was always looking at the surroundings. At this moment, the little master Liu Zheng had already jumped out!
With continuous vibrations, Liu Zheng's flying sword was suddenly hit by a black light that exploded from Sanwei Laodao in mid-air. He let out a cry and fell crookedly to the side; the golden sword and the leader's flag each The dazzling light burst out, but it trembled under the Taoist skills of Sanwei, and they were shattered into pieces the moment they hit the enemy; while Liu Zheng, who was like a javelin, hit a corpse head-on, and followed like a pounce. The falcon pecked down as if it had hit a mountain, and it screamed, spinning and falling far away!
The body standing upright on the ground did not move at all under the tremendous force.
Before Wen Leyang could raise his hands, Liu Zheng spun around and flew past his eyes. The two young men looked at each other in their busy schedule...
Click, a soft sound, the impact of flint.
Wen Leyang didn't have time to catch Liu Zheng, but he pulled the trigger in time. The body with the bell mouth farthest from him!
Because of Liu Zheng's shout just now, Wen Leyang did not hit Sanwei, but aimed at the corpses of other Taoists. Even the dullest person can know that Sanwei is currently using nine corpses to cast some evil spell. Once the spell is completed, it will move The power must be much greater than that of Sanwei's own magical power.
The thunder light was blazing and unrestrained, and the strong light instantly annihilated everyone's gaze. Liu Zheng, the young master, laughed loudly and fell to the ground unable to get up, while Wen Leyang's face was full of astonishment. Even Lei Xinsha couldn't stop Wen Leyang's spiritual consciousness. Under thousands of purple arcs, Master Sanwei turned around and actually blocked the body that Lei Xinsha wanted to destroy!
When Awl faced Lei Xinsha, he had to use Ice Forest to block him, but Master Sanwei used his body to hold back all the divine thunder!
A moment later, the smoke cleared, and Master Sanwei spat out a mouthful of blood. He kept pinning the corpse with his hands, and actually turned around and smiled at Wen Leyang with a bright red mouth: "If my clone hadn't been destroyed and seriously injured, How can a mere thunder method hurt me!"
The nine corpses still stood stiffly, with the look of death that wiped out all life flowing in their empty eye sockets! Liu Zheng also had a look of astonishment on his face, pointed at Sanwei Zhenren, gritted his teeth and forced a smile: "You are smoking..."
At this moment, Leyangtian suddenly stopped whistling and let out a sigh of relief.
There were almost twenty large frogs on the ground, not restricted by the witchcraft quagmire at all, jumping around happily.
Wen Leyang turned around and helped the young master Liu Zheng. Suddenly his spiritual consciousness was shaken, as if something flashed past, and three or four frogs on the ground suddenly disappeared! (Quanben Novel Website www.QUAbEn-XIAoShUo.com)