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Text Text _ Chapter 1765 Forcing the Palace (4)

"Bang, bang, bang..."

Hundreds of fist shadows suddenly erupted from Zhu Wuji's body and hit the stone prison, making a loud noise that shook the sky, and the entire "Shendu City" shook.

The ghost painter's stone prison seemed to be made of splashed ink, melting at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Boom..."

The Zhuying Beast monster screamed, and its less obvious eyes turned scarlet, and it rushed towards the ghost painter. Although he had never fought against Zhu Wuji before, he also knew how powerful the Zhuying Beast was.

.

After all, both Zhulong and Kunxu Shadow Demon are extremely powerful beings.

‘Hu’, ‘Hu’, ‘Hu’…

"Damn beast." The ghost painter gritted his teeth. When he saw the candle shadow beast rushing towards him, he didn't dare to be careless. As soon as his mind moved, he saw seven or eight streams of light flying out from its body.

"Ghost blood inkstone, demon-suppressing rice paper, ghost-wound silk, nine-fingered demon candlestick..." Patriarch Qinglian frowned slightly and said in a deep voice: "Ghost Painter, this time we are moving all his property.

Come out, if you can't break through to the realm of a half-step immortal, the losses alone will probably be enough to cause pain for thousands of years."

Not only Patriarch Qinglian, but also the few remaining strong men could clearly see the stream of light flying out of the Ghost Painter's body. Although they rarely interacted with each other, they were all familiar with each other.

It was immediately recognized that those magic weapons were the ghost painter's beloved possessions.

It can be regarded as its family fortune.

"Why, is this the only thing that a dignified ghost painter can do?" Zhu Wuji sneered twice, buzzed at his candle shadow beast, and said, "Swallow them for me..."

"Hmph, if you want to swallow these ghost treasures of mine, I'm afraid it won't be lucky enough." The ghost painter gritted his teeth and said with a livid face.

"Really?" Zhu Wuji smiled noncommittally, then said in a condensed voice: "Swallow..."

‘唳’, ‘唳’, ‘唳’…

If you are an ordinary 'star soul', you may be wary of these magic weapons of the ghost painter. After all, the ghostly objects are covered with ghost energy. If you are not careful, even a strong man in the emperor realm will be

Affected by those ghost spirits, he became delirious.

But Zhu Wuji’s Zhuying Beast is different.

The Zhulong and the Kunxu Shadow Demon are both evil creatures in the world, so how can they be afraid of even a little bit of ghost energy?

I saw the candle shadow beast growl a few times, and the foggy figure instantly formed more than a dozen mouths. Like the eight-clawed fish in the deep sea, it pounced on the ghostly objects.

"Click..."

The 'scarlet' ghost blood inkstone was swallowed by the candle shadow beast before it even got close to it. It had already surpassed the best magic weapon, and its material was extremely hard. The ghost blood inkstone fell into the candle shadow beast's mouth.

In the mouth, it was bitten to pieces by one bite.

He swallowed it like a gulp.

In the blink of an eye, the demon-suppressing rice paper and the ghost stone tablet were also catastrophic. Seeing so many ghostly things swallowed by it, the candle shadow beast was not only unaffected, but on the contrary, its aura became stronger and stronger.

, the ghost painter’s eyelids also jumped wildly.

"You...bastard thing, no wonder it is an evil thing that is not tolerated by heaven. You swallowed so many things from the ghost way, and you are not affected at all?" The ghost painter endured the pain in his heart, his expression condensed, and what was left was

Several magic weapons that had not yet come close to the Candle Shadow Beast fled in all directions with a 'swish' sound.

It doesn't want all of its belongings to fall into the belly of this candle shadow beast.

Zhu Wuji's candle shadow beast seemed to have tasted the sweetness, and chased after him in a flash.

"Evil... evil beast, how dare you." The ghost painter cursed angrily.

"Hmph! If it is an evil beast, it is a thousand times stronger than a devil like you." Zhu Wuji's face darkened and he said: "If you dare to go against me, I will send you on your way now. Remember, in this world, you are a devil."

There are too many people that a painter cannot afford to offend..."

"Eight Extremes Emperor Divine Slash."

‘Om’, ‘Om’, ‘Om’…

A dazzling golden light suddenly erupted from Zhu Wuji's body. He only heard the sound of a sword and saw that deep in the imperial city, the Zixiao Emperor Sword in the sword tomb was sweeping with majestic momentum and transformed into

A stream of light flew over.

"Zi... Zixiao Emperor Sword?"

Whoosh!

After seeing the stream of light clearly, not only the ghost painter, but also the remaining masters, their expressions suddenly changed.

Among them, the Iron Feather Eagle Emperor, who had the weakest cultivation level, trembled all over and said: "The ancient... ancient immortal sword, the foundation of Xian Dynasty, is far inferior to our Poseidon Cave.

,How...how could there be such a powerful magic weapon as the Ancient Immortal Sword?"

"Isn't this Zixiao Emperor Sword in the hands of the Lin family?" the Fire Rat Handsome Emperor said with an ugly look on his face.

"Huh, Lin family?" Patriarch Qinglian gritted his teeth and said with a livid face: "With the Zhu family's nature and methods, how difficult is it to deceive this ancient sword from the Lin family?"

"Woo, woo, woo..."

The sound of swords kept ringing.

The Zixiao Emperor Sword was extremely fast, and it fell into Zhu Wuji's hands in just the blink of an eye.

Zhu Wuji raised his hand and slashed at the ghost painter with a sword.

"Hmph, go to hell for me."

Boom!

The terrifying dragon energy instantly poured into the Zixiao Emperor Sword. Zhu Wuji slashed out with his sword. The ghost painter standing opposite felt his scalp numb, and large drops of sweat appeared on his forehead.

There was also a trace of frightened fear in his ghostly eyes.

"Zhu...Zhu Wuji, it's not that easy to kill this painter." The ghost painter gritted his teeth, and with a buzzing sound from the ghost brush in his hand, he rushed towards the overwhelming sword light, ferocious,

Said: "Ghost Pen, block it for me."

"boom……"

The sword energy of the Zixiao Emperor Sword struck the ghost pen, and there was only a "click" sound. Then one saw that this ghost pen, which was also a transcendent magic weapon, was refined into a life weapon by the ghost painter. In just a moment's effort,

Neither could hold on.

He was chopped into pieces by the Zixiao Emperor Sword.

The sword energy did not stop.

As soon as the ghost pen was broken, the ghost painter seemed to have suffered a serious injury, and his figure could not stop shaking. A trace of bright red blood spilled out from the corner of his mouth.

The ghost painter, who was enveloped by the 'sword energy', seemed to be trapped in an ice cellar.

Started to tremble.

"Save...save me." The ghost painter looked at the sword energy with a desperate look on his face. It had suffered heavy damage and could not escape at all. He could only watch the sword energy kill it.

Standing not far away were Patriarch Qinglian, Handsome Fire Rat Emperor... a group of people who seemed not to have thought that the Ghost Painter, who was much stronger than them, would be so vulnerable to Zhu Wuji's hands.

Dragon energy?

With Patriarch Qinglian's reminder, they also knew that in this one-third of an acre of land in the 'Divine Capital City', Zhu Wuji's strength had at least increased by more than three levels than usual.

If he is a Star Saint, a warrior in the Star King Realm, not to mention that he has only improved to three levels, even if his strength is doubled, it will not make any waves, but Zhu Wuji is already a half-step earthly immortal, and his third level is probably worse than

A hundred or even a thousand Star Kings would be much more terrifying.

"Save people quickly, we must not let him defeat them one by one." Patriarch Qinglian gritted his teeth, and with a flash of his figure, he rushed towards the ghost painter.

Defeat them one by one?

Having seen Zhu Wuji's methods, how could anyone else dare to delay? After all, if they were to fight alone, they probably wouldn't be able to make a cup of tea in Zhu Wuji's hands, even if they had the Demon God Tree.

Iron Feather Eagle King.

If Zhu Wuji hadn't saved some spare energy and waited for them, I'm afraid they would have been killed by the Emperor Zixiao's Sword.




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