Text text_The first thousand seven hundred and sixty-four chapters
"唳, 唳, 唳..."
The candle shadow beast roared and rushed towards the ghost painter. The monstrous figure seemed to want to cover its entire body. The ghosts all over the sky on the ghost painter had not yet come close to the candle shadow beast.
It opened its mouth and sucked in, and thousands and thousands of ghosts were swallowed into its belly.
"Zhu... Candle Shadow Beast?"
Whoosh!
Seeing the black shadow above his head, the ghost painter's eyes also condensed, and the 'ghost pen' in his hand also started to move, and he said with a buzzing sound: "Hmph, Zhu Wu, the descendant of Zhulong and Kunxu Shadow Demon,
I never expected that your star soul would turn out to be a monster that cannot be tolerated by heaven. It’s also good that this painter will do justice for heaven today and save you as a monster to prevent him from harming the world."
"In the painting, Yantian Prison is imprisoned in all directions..."
Woohoo!
The ghost painter's pen only scrawled two or three strokes, and then he saw a vicissitudes of time and an ancient stone prison emerging above its head.
Although the speed of the candle shadow beast is fast, it is still a bit slower than the ghost painter's pen.
Only a loud bang was heard, and the stone prison forcibly imprisoned the candle shadow beast inside. The stone prison fell down and expanded into the size of a house. After hitting the ground, the entire "Three Princes' Mansion",
Even the divine capital city began to shake.
The candle shadow beast fell into the stone prison. No matter how hard it struggled and roared, it seemed that it could not escape the imprisonment of the stone prison. The black shadow mist on its body was like an explosion of demonic energy, sweeping over the stone prison in an instant.
Every corner of the prison.
"Hmph, you are an unforgivable beast, and you have entered this artist's prison. Even if you have great abilities, you will never be able to escape. Don't worry, this artist also read several "Buddhist Scriptures" and "Lecture Notes" back then.
, after you are wiped out, I will definitely save you." The ghost painter glanced at Zhu Wuji and sneered.
"Transcending it? I'm afraid you don't have the ability." Zhu Wuji stared at the Tianlao behind the ghost painter, sneered, and said: "Three thousand side sects and eight hundred right sides can defeat your inferior painter.
The art of cultivating into magical powers, secret arts, I
I'm looking down on you a little bit. It's a pity that how high the sky is and how majestic the immortals are, how can a little mortal like you be able to understand it? How dare you pretend to be a heavenly prison? I will smash your heavenly prison today.
You can clearly see the gap between us."
""Huang Ji Ba Ti Kung"..."
Boom!
As soon as Zhu Wuji took action, the whole world of the 'Shendu City' shook. He only heard a loud dragon roar and saw more than a dozen five-clawed golden dragons of luck flying from the imperial city.
It came out and was submerged in Zhu Wuji's body in an instant.
His entire figure grew several times taller in an instant.
"Bang, bang, bang..."
"Crush it to me." Zhu Wuji raised his hand and punched the ghost painter.
A terrifying aura and murderous intent spread from Zhu Wuji's body all of a sudden.
"So... such a strong killing intent, this... is this the "Huang Ji Hegemony Kung Fu", one of the ten magical powers of the 'Xian Dynasty'?" The ghost painter's face changed, and it seemed that it had not thought that the current Zhu Wuji
, like a god and Buddha, standing in front of it, giving it a feeling of invincibility.
"Hiss, so strong." Standing in the distance, Ye Xingchen's breath was stagnant when he saw the "Huangji Hegemony Kung Fu". The magical power that Zhu Wuji is now displaying, he had already used it in Xuankong Mountain.
I have also seen the Nineteenth Prince perform it, but comparing the two, they are simply as different as heaven and earth and cannot be compared to the same.
The Nineteenth Prince's "Emperor's Body Kung Fu", when used, is not much stronger than his "Emperor Fist".
At this moment, Zhu Wuji's performance gave people a feeling of invincibility.
"This...is this the strength of a Half-Step Immortal?" Iron Feather Eagle Emperor swallowed his saliva with a trembling voice and said: "The same magical power, when used by a Half-Step Immortal, is actually a hundred times stronger than that of the Emperor.
, thousand times more
More than that." Thinking that he had fought with Zhu Wuji for so long in the beginning, and then felt the power of "Huangji Hegemony Kung Fu", even a strong man in the emperor realm felt a chill running down his spine and he was sweating profusely.
feeling.
"Not only the cultivation level, realm, but also the dragon energy of this divine capital city." The strength of Patriarch Qinglian is two or three points higher than the remaining people, and his eyesight is also the most outstanding, with piercing eyes.
looking at Zhu Wu
Ji, said: "Huh, no wonder the people of the Zhu family not only want to pursue the immortal way, but also the imperial city and dragon energy in this world have such wonderful effects. I used to think that the people of the Zhu family are just greedy for the world.
Power.”
"Qing... Qinglian, is that dragon energy really that powerful?" The Fire Rat Handsome Emperor frowned and said in a deep voice.
"At least 30%." Patriarch Qinglian raised three fingers and said: "Without the help of the dragon energy from this divine capital city, with the ghost painter's methods, even if he couldn't defeat Zhu Wuji, at least he wouldn't lose too badly.
It’s hard to say now.”
"Hiss...30%?"
After listening to the words of Patriarch Qinglian, all the powerful people present couldn't help but take a breath of cold air, and their eyes looking at Zhu Wuji became hot.
Everyone seems to be considering whether, after today's events are over, they should follow the example of the 'Zhu' family and build a country on their own territory.
It's a pity that none of them have any experience in this area.
"Ghost Painter, be careful, his current strength is absolutely incompetent." Patriarch Qinglian said in a solemn voice.
"Equal?" The ghost painter laughed bitterly in his heart. After all, it was also a strong man in the world. When it saw Zhu Wuji's punch, it only panicked for a moment and immediately calmed down.
It is a ghost cultivator.
It is not a physical training like Zhu Wuji, who can defeat ten levels with one strength and dare to smash anything he encounters with one punch.
It relies on the 'ghost pen' in the hand and the unpredictable ghost power.
"Eight-Nine Mysterious Ghost Skills, Kill..."
The ghost painter's figure flashed and he hid away, not daring to confront Zhu Wuji head-on. The movement of his hand kept moving, and with a single stroke of the 'Ghost Painter', he saw that ghostly aura emerged from the tip of the pen.
When he came out, he instantly transformed into a soul-stirring ghost soldier and slashed at Zhu Wuji.
"Hmph, a top-notch magic weapon? Ghost Painter, how dare you bring out such a thing to embarrass yourself?"
Zhu Wuji sneered twice with a look of disdain.
The strength of his hand did not decrease, and he punched the 'ghost soldier' hard, making a loud 'rumbling' sound. Then he saw that the ghost soldier, which was close to 70 to 80 meters away, did not even breathe.
It was so long that Zhu Wuji didn't even pay attention to it, and just relied on the strength of the fist around it to shatter the ghost weapon of this superb magic weapon.
"Even I don't dare to compare myself to an immortal or to the sky. And you, a little ghost cultivator, dare to describe this broken stone prison as a heavenly prison. Who gave you the courage?"
"Buzz, buzz, buzz..."
The strength in Zhu Wuji's hand was not weakened by the obstruction of the 'ghost weapon', but became stronger and stronger. At this moment, he was like a mountain, roaring, saying: "Here, I, break it to pieces"