Vol 11 Chapter 306: Xiao'an 3 Things 1 883; Thumbtack (2)

"A good foe!"
Dong Taishi was furious and met with feelings of death that he had not felt for many years. The blue-breasted shirt on his body suddenly swelled up, and the color of the ice appeared, which was against the sword.
Originally, a long gown was a picture of a thousand-year-old ice and thousands of frozen soil.
Xiaoan Jianfeng turned, the ice was broken, and the clothes were split!
Dong Taishi wore a retreat and was greatly shocked. His "Huan Xuan Painting" was a defensive treasure, and he could not resist her sword! However, I finally got some time, suddenly spread my arms and screamed: "Hundreds of paintings!"
Hey!
The scrolls of the hundred scrolls are unfolded together. There are landscape characters, flowers and birds, insects, evil spirits, and heavenly wonders. Each painting has its own magical effect, or it is a powerful existence of three days of robbery, or it can be derived from the power of ice and thunder. Spells, change and intertwined into thousands of colors, all colors.
And the combination of one hundred paintings can be self-contained and comprehensive.
The strength of one person can be matched by dozens of great monks, and the Taishi is the head of the three public.
The hundred volumes of odd paintings have just begun, and the blood and the light are all gone, all disappeared and fell into a long scorpion.
"Space magic!" Dong Taishi's face changed.
Xiao An holds the sword in his right hand and holds the cymbal on his left. It is still expressionless, as if everything has been expected.
On the wrist, a string of shin bones flew out, turned into a scorpion bite to bite Dong Taishi's whole body up and down, sharp teeth and teeth quickly torn the body of the body, then bite flesh and blood.
But the strange thing is that no matter how the bones of the bones are biting, the wounds on Dong Taishi can always heal quickly, and there is no drop of blood flowing out. Sanjian white bone fire can't ignite it, as if it is just a portrait of a donkey without flesh and blood.
Dong Taishi let the bones of the bones bite, coldly watching Xiao An.
At this moment, in the faraway Longzhou, the self-portrait of Dong Taishi is hanging in the deepest part of Taishifu. It is the same posture and expression. Where is the skull bite, the portrait will be damaged.
This is the artist's supreme ecstasy - painting the soul substitute!
The soul of the painting is immortal, the body does not die, the body will not be hurt, and at the same time immune to many specific attacks, whether it is the law of the law or the three bones of the bones are restrained.
The weakest part of the painter is himself, even though he can manipulate many powerful scrolls, but if he is broken, everything becomes empty, so create these magical spells. When the enemy wants to win by assassination, he will have to hit the iron plate and fall into the encirclement.
"A magic weapon in the district, I also want to trap my hundred volumes of strange paintings, the enemy of the enemy, today will make you fall here!"
Dong Taishi urged a hundred volumes of odd paintings, and the colors on the seas swelled, and they had to break through.
Xiao Anshe had sea otters, holding the hilt with both hands, a pair of barefoot and white scorpion almost transparent, gently stepping on the yellow sand, but did not leave any traces, once again waving the sword.
This sword is like an antelope hanging corner, no trace can be found, as if with the heavens and the earth, there is no trace of fierceness.
Dong Taishi's brows are wrinkled. This martial art of the enemy is simply incredible. All kinds of means can make a powerful difference. It is no wonder that it can make such a great evil in the Pearl City. If you don't have a soul substitute, you are afraid to turn over the ship in the gutter today.
But when he was confronted with the emptiness of the emptiness, there was a big horror that could not be described in words. There must be something wrong! It’s too late to want to go back and be bitten by the bones.
Jianfeng crossed his neck, smashed a flower, and burned three bones in the air.
In the self-portrait of Taishifu, suddenly a crack was opened. Originally, no matter how the bones and bones were bitten, the broken ones were only portraits, but this mouth cut the paper and was falling on his neck.
"How can this be?!"
Dong Taishi’s eyes widened, full of incredulity, and the death swallowed the whole body. He couldn’t help but lick his neck with his hands and fell to the ground like a mortal. Desperately want to pull out the baby, but in the body of the baby's neck, but the same scar.
Blood spilled from the fingers, falling on the yellow sand, and igniting a white flame. He tried to look up. The beautiful face was still expressionless, and the night wind raised the white hair, as if it were death itself.
With a bang, the pale flame spread and shrouded the entire self-portrait, which instantly turned into ashes.
Everything happened in a flash. Others haven't figured out what happened, and they saw Dong Taishi burn up. The pale flame sprang from the seven screams, and the heart was frightened:
"Master!" "Tai Shi!"
Yan Danqing fluttered over the sand dunes and exclaimed: "Don't!"
Half a month ago, in order to enter the paintings, he went to Li Qingshan to escort, only to know that Li Qingshan was no longer in this world. His heart was disappointing. He planned to come to Chizhou for a trip. Xiaoan took the initiative to take the matter because this was his promise. Promise of.
There was no words between them along the way. She was stranger than any time in her memory. The beauty of her face was not to attract but to fear, and she could not even outline a portrait for her in her heart. It seemed to be able to devour all colour.
A moment ago ~EbookFREE.me~ she suddenly accelerated to fly, he had an ominous premonition in his heart, and finally caught up, but just saw this scene.
Dong Taishi’s position in the hearts of the painter’s disciples was extremely high. Yan Danqing also had many paintings of his paintings. If he had no choice but to be an enemy, she did not expect that she had killed people.
Xiao An grabbed the sea otter and spit out a hundred scrolls of odd paintings.
With a wave of hand, all the practitioners in the room will be involved in the blood. At the same time raised his wrists, the sacral rosary rose to the sky, flying to all directions.
The sea swallowed all the practitioners and spit out only the magic instruments on them.
Those practitioners who were dismissed by Dong Taishi were all killed by the sacred bones and smashed into a group of three sacred bones, which was very dazzling in the desert where the night was coming.
So no life is still there.
The desert has returned to silence, only the wind is screaming.
A round of the moon does not know when to rise to the sky, and the sunset is silent.
Yan Danqing looked at this scene with stunned anger and asked: "What have you done? Why are you killing them? They are not your opponents at all..."
Xiao An suddenly looked back, and the empty eyes stopped all the words.
褚丹青心神神栗, suddenly there is a kind of enlightenment, she is really going to kill herself, just like killing these people, it is only Li Qingshan's promise to link them!
At this time, in the intersection of Xizhao and Yuehua, the mirage in the midair suddenly burst into a magnificent color, which is ever-changing and beautiful.
Sun and moon with the same, paintings open!
But this magnificent change has never been reflected in her shackles, looking at the depths of the endless night sky, finally opening: "You should go in." R1152