Seeing that the sword energy of the Zixiao Emperor Sword was about to stand on the Ghost Painter, a blue-purple scripture with a lotus pattern printed on it suddenly stood in front of the Ghost Painter.
The sword energy struck the scripture, making a loud 'bang' sound that shook the sky.
Then they saw that Patriarch Qinglian's scripture had a crack cut out by the 'sword energy'.
"Holy...Book of the Word."
hiss.
Seeing this scene, several other people who also rushed over couldn't help but take a breath of cold air. You must know that Patriarch Qinglian's "Lotus Scripture" is second only to the ten great heavenly treasures.
Compared with the ghost painter's ghost pen, it is a hundred times stronger, and even the strongest are stronger.
Patriarch Qinglian took back his scripture, and when he saw the cracks on it, the corner of his mouth couldn't help but twitch.
That shriveled old face was full of expressions of pain.
"Why, are you all so determined to go against me?" Zhu Wuji raised his eyelids and looked at Patriarch Qinglian and the Fire Rat Handsome Emperor with an expressionless face. They were not in a hurry to take action.
It is clear that with the dragon energy of "Xianchao" and his own cultivation, it is not a problem to deal with three or five people like Qinglian Patriarch.
If there are several of them, come together.
Even he, Zhu Wuji, had to be a little wary. What's more, this 'Shendu City' was also related to the transportation and dragon energy of Xian Dynasty, so he had to be more cautious.
Otherwise, if the Shendu City is destroyed, it will be a huge loss to him.
"Ghost Painter, how are you?" Patriarch Qinglian frowned and said in a solemn voice.
"It's okay... I still have half a life left." The ghost painter gritted his teeth and looked at Zhu Wuji with a look of resentment. It can be said that his loss this time has emptied all his wealth. Not only did he fail to break through to half a step
The realm of immortals, and even its magic weapon, were destroyed in Zhu Wuji's hands.
"If you can keep the green hills, you won't have to worry about running out of firewood. If you can save half your life, that's pretty good." Patriarch Qinglian comforted it with a few words, then turned to look at Zhu Wuji, sneered, and said: "Zhu Wuji,
Do you really think you are an immortal and invincible in the world?"
"Why, you still want to seek justice for the ghost painter?" Zhu Wuji said with a smile.
"justice?"
Patriarch Qinglian snorted coldly. His friendship with the Ghost Painter has not reached that level yet. If they were not worried about Zhu Wuji's strength and fear of being defeated one by one by him, I am afraid they would not worry about the Ghost Painter.
Life or death.
Let alone seek justice for it.
"Huh, since you don't want to seek justice for this ghost, then what do you mean?" Zhu Wuji sneered twice, looked at the Qinglian Patriarch opposite and said.
"Is it possible that you, the Human Emperor, don't know about the "Order for Assistance"?" Patriarch Qinglian sneered a few words and said: "If you issue an imperial edict and stop causing trouble for the Three Princes' Mansion and the Lin family, we old immortals will also
Retreat immediately and never set foot in your divine capital city. From now on, you take your Yangguan Road and we cross our single-plank bridge, how about that?"
"No, hum, how can any cat or dog resist my majesty?" Zhu Wuji's face darkened, pointing to Lin Huimin outside the 'courtyard', and said: "The Lin family, and other people from the Three Princes' Mansion,
I want to put things past the past, but she and that kid must be left to my disposal."
"she?"
After listening to Zhu Wuji's words, the faces of Qinglian Patriarch and others changed slightly. As for Ye Xingchen, they had long ignored them, and Lin Huimin was now the owner of the "Request for Assistance". They were all emotionally and logically.
We can't let anything happen to Lin Huimin.
Otherwise, what's the point of protecting the Lin family and the three princes' mansions?
"Humph, Zhu Wuji, a majestic emperor of the generation, a strong man who is half-step to the immortal, is embarrassing a younger generation, aren't you afraid that today's incident will be spread out and damage your face?" Patriarch Qinglian said with a cold face.
"Face?" Zhu Wuji shook his head and said calmly: "No one can offend my majesty, whether he is an ant on the ground, a dragon or an immortal Buddha above the nine heavens. If he dares to offend my majesty,
All...must die."
Rumble…
A terrifying killing intent swept out of Zhu Wuji's body, and the Zixiao Imperial Sword began to buzz.
This scene frightened Patriarch Qinglian and others, and they quickly took out their magic weapons and became defensive.
"Zhu Wuji, do you think we can't reach an agreement?" The Fire Rat Commander said with a gloomy face.
These people, who can be regarded as giants, have lowered their profile to ask for a favor, but they don't expect that the other party won't even give them any face.
This made Patriarch Qinglian, Shuaihuang Huang and others feel angry.
"Damn it, let's fight this thief king. Hmm, if we all join together, even if we can't kill him, we can at least severely injure him and demolish this divine capital city." The ghost painter said coldly.
"Okay... I have no objection." Iron Feather Eagle, who also suffered a big loss in the hands of Zhu Wuji, licked his lips, smiled evilly, and said: "Leave the matter of demolishing the city of God to this emperor.
Now, without those dragon energy, let’s see what other methods he can use.”
No more dragon spirit?
Whoosh!
Hearing the reminder from the 'Iron Feather Eagle Emperor', the few remaining people instantly felt enlightened.
Everyone was moved.
If Zhu Wuji's strength has dropped by three levels, they will naturally not be afraid if they join forces.
"Zhu Wuji, you also heard it. Whether you want to lose out with us, or make peace and make money, you can choose for yourself." Patriarch Qinglian's eyes flickered for a moment, and he said calmly: "By the way, there is one more thing, you should
Dare to be interested."
"What's the matter?" Zhu Wuji gritted his teeth and said in a hum.
At this moment, he has written the Iron Feather Eagle Emperor on his must-kill list. With the dragon energy of "Xianchao", he is not sure that he can deal with so many people, let alone without the dragon energy.
of help.
Destroyed the city of Shendu?
This kind of thing may not be that easy for other people, but with the Demon God Tree in hand, it can evolve dozens of clones of the Iron Feathered Eagle King, coupled with its abnormal speed, it is possible to demolish the city of God.
, it’s really not that difficult.
"The Earthly Immortal Ghost Palace is about to be opened..." Patriarch Qinglian raised his eyelids and said with a joking look on his face: "You are already a half-step immortal, you should be salivating over the Ghost Palace. Hmph, you really want to follow
We will both lose in this fight, and even if you are powerful and kill all of us, you still won't dare to set foot in the ghost palace easily again."
"Tsk, tsk... if you miss this opportunity, it will be five hundred years later if the Ghost Palace is opened next time." The handsome Fire Rat Emperor standing aside also laughed.
That sly-looking face was filled with a look of gloating.
As for the others, when they heard the words 'Palace of Earthly Immortals and Ghosts', a look of greed and excitement flashed across their faces.
Only Zhu Wuji, although his face did not change at all, the fists inside his sleeves were clenched tightly, and it seemed that he was not at peace in his heart.