Luo Chenfeng covered his neck and suddenly retreated to safety, panting heavily, his face pale, obviously he had never seen such a scene.At this time, a terrible shout came, "Kill the bird, kill the bird, I surrender, I surrender!"......
saw in a corner, the little black crow's claws pressed dead on the parrot's back, the parrot's wings were holding its head, its body trembled, its mouth kept begging for mercy, and it was extremely cowardly, and its originally beautiful feathers were plucked out of a bald piece here, and a piece was missing there, which was very miserable.It's just a blink of an eye, and Chu Li and Moxiang Jushi have fought for dozens of rounds.Tinker also floated over like smoke, and his long dark green nails grabbed at Chu Li.A purple-gold bowl suddenly flew out of Chu Li's hand, instantly became larger in the air, and the golden Buddha light overflowed, and the small dinging that covered it was the eighteen-like bowl.Chu Li used it for the first time to show his might.A terrible scream came from Ding's mouth, and he was caught in the bowl and couldn't move,......。
The sound of banging on the door outside was getting louder and louder, the crowd let out a strange roar, and more and more residents of the town rushed towards the ancient mansion, and the yin qi above the ancient mansion was tumbling and almost condensed into substance.Luo Chenfeng quickly collected these paintings on the wall, and when he walked to the other wall, he saw a strong air current, and hurriedly avoided it sideways, but saw that the air flow hit a painting with a "boom" like a sea tide.The painting fluttered down from the wall and fell in front of him, showing a man with his hands on the bow of the boat watching the scenery, and a boat lady bending over with a pulp, smiling and looking at the green hills.At this time, the picture was struck by the air current, and blood oozed out, and the whole painting was quickly stained red.As the painting was dyed red, the figures inside gradually dissolved into a light smoke and disappeared without a trace, leaving only a pool of blood ...... on the painting."
It's dead, isn't it?"
Luo Chenfeng's throat tightened, looking at the painting on the ground in a daze, if it wasn't for the little master to save him, wouldn't he even be able to keep the corpse?
And he recognized that this was the painting painted by the Moxiang monk when he first arrived in this courtyard yesterday, and he also greatly appreciated the painting of the Moxiang monk at that time, and now he felt a chill on his back when he thought about it.Seeing that the battle was still dark, he quickly put away all the remaining paintings, and then retreated to the side to watch the battle!
The more you look, the brighter your eyes become.The Moxiang monk is a monk in the Yuan infant stage, and Chu Li's performance is only in the Dan stage.But under the long battle, there was no sign of defeat, but the more the battle became more and more courageous, forcing the Moxiang monk to retreat step by step, and there were several more wounds on his body.At this moment, he couldn't help but think: What is the origin of this little master?
At such a young age, how can you be so powerful?
Before he could think too much, the sound of "clanging" outside the door became louder and louder, he hurriedly ran to the other end of the courtyard, and casually moved a one-person high rockery to block the door.That is, at this moment, I heard the sound of "Qiang", and the brush of the Moxiang monk was cut off by Chu Li's dagger, and when the brush flew out without abating, the "poof" pierced into the courtyard wall like an iron nail.Xu was too powerful, and the whole wall "clicked" like a spider's web, cracking one after another, and then fell down with a bang.When the dust was flying, the Moxiang monk spit out a mouthful of blood with a pop because the magic weapon was destroyed.That paintbrush was originally a magic weapon, which had been warmed by him for many years, and now it was destroyed as if the divine consciousness connected to it was cut off by a sword, and the spiritual power was reversed, so that his heart was hit hard again, and when the whole person staggered back, his figure was even more shaky.The brush was wasted, his consciousness was damaged, he forcibly suppressed the blood that poured up his throat, with a gloomy expression, and took out another scroll of painting, and laboriously opened the scroll inch by inch.The top of this piece of paper was as black as ink, and as he slowly opened it, layers of black light poured out of the paper, and the evil and filthy aura could not stop it from escaping.With the input of spiritual power, the breath on the drawing paper continued to surge, but the face of the Moxiang monk became whiter and whiter, and his body began to deflat, like a paper man.However, a black vortex appeared on the black drawing paper, and a powerful suction force penetrated it.Mo Xiang Jushi was in good spirits, holding the scroll in one hand and chanting a spell in his mouth with the other."
Go!"
A loud shout sounded, and the painting scroll in his hand flew out, suspended in mid-air to Chu Li."
Soul destroyer, receive!"
Chu Li saw the pitch-black picture, exuding a powerful force, sucking her forward a few steps.A suction force that was several times stronger than the previous scroll came, and there was also an evil and filthy aura, polluting towards Chu Li's divine sense.This breath is the negative breath of resentment, death, hatred, malice, unwillingness, and so on that the people who have become the portraits in the paintings over the years.The Xuanji in Chu Li's eyebrows shone brightly, wanting to shield this breath, but at the same time, the starlight on the Ruyi streamer mask rotated, but it inhaled this breath and transformed them into nutrients for starlight, making the starlight a little brighter.Starlight Divine Water can devour these more negative breaths, such as death, resentment, murder, evil thoughts, greed, anger and ferocity, etc., to strengthen itself, and even if it is refined into the Ruyi Streamer Mask, it also has this function.The grade of the Ruyi Streamer Mask is also up to the immortal grade, as long as Chu Li does not take the initiative to drive it to protect the master, he will not be affected by the rules of this world.In the eyes of outsiders, they saw streams of black gas rushing out from the painting scroll, enveloping Chu Li like a silkworm cocoon.The black qi entered Chu Li's eyebrows, polluting her Zhihai Yuan Shen.The Moxiang monk even increased the output of the aura, and the incantation in his mouth was recited more urgently.However, he soon discovered that the suction power of the scroll was getting weaker and weaker, and its power was slowly decreasing!
And the Moxiang monk wanted to stop the output of spiritual power, but he was shocked to find that this scroll seemed to grow on his hand, desperately absorbing the spiritual power in his body.Chu Li's footsteps that were originally close to the painting scroll were as steady as Mount Tai, and gradually the black aura in the painting scroll became weaker and weaker.Mo Xianren's body was much thinner, as if a gust of wind could blow it away.At this time, his face was horrified, the blood from the corners of his mouth kept flowing, and his hand had all been submerged in the painting scroll, which seemed to be going to devour him and use his Yuan Infant body to fight against Chu Li.Mo Xiang obviously didn't expect that this painting scroll would backfire on him.Now he doesn't need to say that he is dealing with Chu Li, but he is afraid that he will soon be sucked dry by the painting scroll.His hand trembled and took out a long sword, and he was about to slash towards the scroll, but he didn't expect that the suction of the scroll suddenly increased at this time.Just listen to "Ah!
”With a bang, the whole person of Moxiang Jushi was pulled into the painting scroll.On the black screen, the frightened appearance of the Moxiang monk appeared, and countless resentful ghosts loomed around him.