The Holy Moon God didn't pay attention to the monster, but passed directly over the monster's head.
It wasn't until the figure of the Holy Moon God disappeared from the monster's eyes that the monster recovered and ran wildly in the opposite direction.
Old monster Zhang, who was originally the first to leave, was going to find a place to hide and recover. He had expended a lot of energy just now in order to open up a space passage.
But before he could go far, a warrior who came in together suddenly blocked his way.
Old Monster Zhang thought the other party had something going on, but as soon as he stopped and didn't wait to say anything, the other party suddenly launched a killing move.
The speed was so fast that Old Monster Zhang had no chance to react.
The other party punched Old Monster Zhang in the chest.
However, Old Monster Zhang's body was not directly shattered, nor did any blood protrude. Instead, a black mist formed behind him.
As his body changed, a phantom of Old Monster Zhang entered the black mist.
The original figure suddenly became eclipsed, like a piece of white paper.
Seeing this, the warrior who attacked Old Monster Zhang punched out again, directly shattering the white paper-like body.
But at this time, the real old monster Zhang had already appeared ten meters away.
The warrior did not pursue again, but clicked his tongue and said in wonder: "Confucian painting method? It can still be used in such a way. I heard that you said that the Confucian painting master is a bit interesting."
Old Monster Zhang's facial features were twisted together, and he suppressed the anger in his heart and said: "The two punches just now were not the aura of the current martial arts. Are you an ancient warrior?"
Old Monster Zhang is not very clear about who the people who opened the space channel together just now are.
Old Monster Zhang could only recognize a few people he had interacted with.
As for the other guys, he wasn't very familiar with them, not to mention that they were trying their best to hide their identities.
But Old Monster Zhang didn't expect that there would be ancient warriors.
Zhang Laoguai's painting method has reached the state of perfection.
The scroll he carried with him was a way to save his life, but the scroll was shattered by the opponent's two punches!
A life was lost like this!
This ancient warrior in front of me is very strong!
Old Monster Zhang felt a little panicked. Although he was fine now, the other party's physical skills were obviously stronger than his own.
Even if he ran away, he didn't know which direction to go.
If you provoke some monsters along the way, you will be delayed even more.
"what do you want?"
Old Monster Zhang looked at the ancient warrior in front of him and said resentfully.
The reason why the other party didn't take action now was obviously not because he wanted his own life, but because he wanted something else.
"Hey, you are very smart, but I don't want your life."
"If you want to live, take out the most precious treasure of Confucianism!"
"You are a mortal at the pinnacle, but you can open up a space on your own. After thinking about it, the only thing you can think of is the most precious treasure of Confucian painting!"
"Think about it, the reason why you left Confucianism was because you stole that thing, right?"
As soon as these words came out, Old Monster Zhang started laughing wildly.
"Hahahaha! I didn't expect it! I didn't expect it!"
"To this day, even you ancient warriors think that thing is in my hands."
