The obese man's ears sounded the voice of the ancestor when he came: "Painting God Han Tian, this is going to Qingluo Xing, there are three strategies to capture people, detain souls, Destroy people", "For Zhao Xiang, the bottom line is to let his soul fly away, in order to achieve this goal, he needs to do whatever it takes" "As for the sword immortals and eight souls in the three friends of Yunni, they can contribute their lives to the performance of your last move" The sword immortal is a lean person, a middle-aged man in a gorgeous costume, and a heroic person with seven clones, for these Zhao Xiang naturally did not know anything about it, let alone realized that he had actually fallen into the trap of the painting god Han Tian, the painting god Han Tian flashed around Zhao Xiang, his eyes kept scanning Zhao Xiang, he waved the red pen freely, the wide robe and the big sleeves were dancing in the dance of his hands, although the body was obese, but it broke out one after another admiration, admiration, Enviable peerless demeanor, Zhao Xiang unconsciously looked at it for a while, drunk and fascinated, in fact, this is also the painting god Han Tian has practiced for thousands of years of male sex and charm, this kind of male sex and charm is used to cooperate with the last trick to successfully achieve the best effect Zhao Xiang unknowingly fell into the trap of horror, and lost his mind, and in an instant, Zhao Xiang has regained consciousness, which makes the painting god Han Tian who is rotating around Zhao Xiang and dancing his body can't help but be angry.
Surprised and shocked, for Zhao Xiang's painting god, Han Tian's jealousy was even more faint, and the painting god that fell in Zhao Xiang's eyes made him puzzled, Zhao Xiang didn't understand why this obese man who didn't dare to compliment his dignity kept revolving around him, not only that, but he also waved the red pen extremely coquettishly, his body flashed freely, but he didn't attack himself, paying attention to the actions of the obese person, Zhao Xiang's divine consciousness wave millions of times in an instant, divided a million shares, and captured, tracked, and Analyzing every single movement of the opponent, even the slightest move, for everyone, maybe they couldn't see the figure of the painting god Han Tian at all, they could only see a brilliant and dazzling five-color light ribbon flying around Zhao Xiang, but all this was by no means a difficult thing for Zhao Xiang, who had a strong divine sense, Zhao Xiang had already synthesized the main movements of the painting god almost synchronously from the countless returning divine consciousness feedback, and he found that the painting god was waving the red pen in his hand, and the void was used as rice paper to paint, and the painting was actually a figure, counting ten, and these ten characters were quite strange, although the expressions were different, but they were tall and short, fat and thin, the appearance is strikingly similar, that is, the figure is long, the face is cold, and they are connected by blood, the same breath, the same branch, one glory, one loss, in the moment when the Zhu pen completes the last character picture, the ten character drawings are immediately lifelike, and when the painting god spits out a mouthful of essence blood to the ten character pictures respectively, a stunned scene suddenly appeared, ten character pictures actually became real people, ten people are intertwined, overlapping each other, forming countless strange, fresh, The flickering humanoid light and shadow flickered and flickered with each other, and became an almost transparent living person at a speed visible to the naked eye, this transparent living person went straight to the painting god like lightning, and merged with it, Zhao Xiang's eyes widened, looking at the ten humanoid lights and shadows that seemed to have lived, and felt very familiar, and just when the humanoid light and shadow and the obese person became one, a look shocked and frightened Zhao Xiang appeared, until this moment, Zhao Xiang fully understood why the ten figures were so familiar, it turned out that the obese person painted himself, especially when the light and shadow that fused into a transparent living person and the obese person merged into one, Zhao Xiang immediately judged that he had inadvertently fallen into the obese personIn the vicious trap laid by good intentions, two identical Zhao Xiang in the hall of Xuanzong looked at each other, with an indifferent expression on their faces, a blue shirt fluttering, Zhao Xiang looked at the fake Zhao Xiang of the obese man with angry eyes, and snorted coldly: "What is your name" The fake Zhao Xiang smiled proudly and replied smoothly: "Han Tian's immortal realm respects me as a god of painting" "Painting God Han Tian" Zhao Xiang glanced at the other party coldly, "Painting me Zhao Xiang's god is good, it's a pity that you still know too little about me" fake Zhao Xiang deliberately sneered exaggeratedly, "Is this really it, hehe, let's go and see the real chapter under our hands" The fake Zhao Xiang who painted the god Han Tian shook his right hand and ten points of light swiped towards Zhao Xiang, which was the aura divine ring that Zhao Xiang had cast before, not only that, but even the power of its exertion was generally not as good as twenty divine rings condensed by spiritual energy, respectively, locked Zhao Xiang's neck, Arms His legs actually planned to imprison Zhao Xiang at once, "So that's the case, Han Tian, the time you said is to observe the exercises I have practiced and the supernatural powers I have mastered," Zhao Xiang said coldly to Han Tian, while flicking the ten points of light condensed by the aura with both hands, and met the divine ring shot by the fake Zhao Xiang, "Is it Zhao Xiang" The fake Zhao Xiang sneered, and his voice was full of arrogance.
Even if you understand it now, it's too late, not to mention the mystery, whether you can figure it out or not, or two things, what I can tell you is that when the ten character drawings I drew are fused with me, I will naturally have insight into all your magic techniques, as for cultivation, hahaha, you don't need me to say, you also know" Zhao Xiang was shocked in his heart, what knows my magic tricks, and has a much higher Xuan Immortal cultivation than me.
Then how to fight this last battle, is it only the result of steady defeat and not winning, and in the middle of a hundred turns, Zhao Xiang forcibly pressed it in his heart, shocked and suspicious, and roared with a cold look in his eyes: "Is it too late, it depends on how long we can support this battle" After speaking, Zhao Xiang tried his best to urge the divine ring condensed by ten kinds of spiritual energy, flashing cold blue, silver white, fiery red, purple red, The emerald green mangs were wrapped in a fierce attack like an angry sea wolf, and the divine ring shot by the fake Zhao Xiang had a fierce and crazy collision, boom, five thunderbolts, deafening, erupting violent momentum in the Xuanzong Palace, stirring up a surging sound in the Xuanzong Palace, the colorful light quickly covered the hall, and after dozens of flashes, it dissipated, the same power, the same move met in mid-air, the painting god Han Tian and Zhao Xiang each bounced off, and no one took the slightest advantage, because the painting god Han Tian cultivated a lot more than Zhao Xiang, so Zhao Xiang suffered more in the first duel, just because in the previous many battles, the painting god Han Tian suffered a heavy physical and mental blow, Zhao Xiang was barely a draw with him, Zhao Xiang was quite angry about this, he never didI thought that one day I would fight fiercely with myself, and no one would believe it, if it wasn't a fantasy, what would it be like for an idiot to say a dream, but all this is true, the fact can't change everything in front of me, even if you don't believe it, you can only do nothing, but the fake Zhao Xiang who painted the god will not leave Zhao Xiang any time to think about it anyway, and the painting god thinks that once Zhao Xiang groped out something mysterious from it, he himself took a heavy injury to win him, and even killed him, it is an unattainable thing, on the contrary, if such a scene really happened, then he painted the god is more likely to die, and Zhao Xiang fought on the spot、The time of scheming is getting longer and longer, and the painting god is getting more and more feeling, Zhao Xiang is as smart as the sea, and the wisdom is better than the fox, and Zhao Xiang will not necessarily find out the secret of the magic power I have exerted, but I can't always pin my hope on this kind of necessarily, and Zhao Xiang must be taken step by step, and a mistake will lead to a big mistake: