Vol 5 Chapter 747: Sword in the painting

Like to confirm the general thoughts in Luo Yang's mind, the burly on the side is also stepping out, and walked to the other side of the drawing axis, also sitting down.
"A Ning Xinzhu in the district, but also want to comprehend this ancestor's sentiment, but also too infatuated!"
The burly eyes swept over the heart of Ning, and the face showed disdain, and some sneered at it.
After hearing his words, the heavenly man who was quietly comprehending the feelings of the ancestors slowly opened his eyes, and when he looked at the burly, he flashed a chilly color.
"Because the veteran friend has no eye for the old man, I am afraid that it is another means, but I don’t know what the means of the friend are, and it makes the Taoist friends so arrogant!" The look of the heavenly man is unpleasant, cold. Said the voice.

Even the best Ningxinzhu is only made by the refiner, and can you compare it with the creation of this world?

The burly look is proud, arrogantly opening, the right hand is quickly photographed from the waist, and a thick green jade fruit appears in his hands.
"this is……"
Looking at the green jade fruit taken out by the burly, there is a doubtful color in the eyes of the heavenly people, even if it is his knowledge, I have never heard of such things.
Even Luo Yang and Shi Wu, who are on the sidelines, are also brows and wrinkles, and do not know the origin of this jade fruit.
"If the younger generation did not guess wrong, this one in the hands of the burly seniors should be the legendary Bodhi?"
In the doubts of several people, Lin Miaole, who was watching in the distance, suddenly changed his look. He looked at the jade fruit in shock and looked at it. After taking a deep breath, he said in an incredible way.
"Bodhi?! This is Bodhi in his hands?!!"
After hearing the words of Lin Miaole, the faces of Luoyang’s three men suddenly changed, and their eyes looked closely at the jade fruit in the hands of the burly.
For the name of Bodhi, the many monks in the entire comprehension community can be said to be unknown. It is a fruit that has been produced by the Bodhi tree for a thousand years. If the monk can have it, he can fear the interference of any distracting thoughts. The understanding of Tiandi Avenue will exceed the number of ordinary people!
Such extraordinary things, even those who are Taoist-level monks, will be tempted, but now they are in the hands of the burly, naturally they are shocked by several people.
"Miao Le Sheng Nu is really knowledgeable, good, Kui is indeed the Bodhi in the hands!" The burly is not concealed, look nodded proudly, grinning and said.
"This Bodhi is the inheritance treasure of our Kuai Xiong. If it is the cultivation of Kui, it has reached the peak of the spiritual world. I am afraid that it will not be available. But today it is not used to comprehend this ancestral sentiment. The reputation of the Bodhisattva."
In the burly speech, the look of pride and arrogance swept away from the heavenly people, and smiled smugly before urging the Bodhi in that hand.
With the influx of spiritual power in his hands, the original unpretentious Bodhi, immediately lit up a soft light, wrapped the entire burly man in the light, looking very holy.
"Even if it is Bodhi and then mysterious, I want to understand this ancestor's sentiment. After all, I can only rely on my own talent!" Seeing the difference of Bodhi, the look of the heavenly people is somewhat ugly, and a cold whisper.
"I didn't think that the Kuidao friends even used the Bodhi. It seems that Shimou can't hide."
After the shocking color of Shi’s face was collected, he sat down in front of the drawing axis, and his hands were fast, and an ordinary long sword immediately appeared in front of him.
With the appearance of this long sword, there has never been a wave of blank paintings on the axis, as if there is a gaze to find out, falling on the long sword!
Looking at the scene in front of him, whether it is from the heavens or the burly, his face is full of shock and doubt. What makes them unreasonable is that even with their means, they can't hook the animation axis in such a short period of time. Why such an ordinary long sword would lead to such a change in the axis of the painting.
"You don't have to be shocked by the Taoist friends. Although this sword is ordinary, it is the sword that has been used for many years when the sword is not famous. I want to see that even if the sword ancestor has fallen, the remaining thoughts will still have feelings for this sword."
As if he perceives the stunned eyes of a few people, Shi Wu explained faintly. Although his tone was calm, he revealed the meaning of being confident, as if he had already known that there would be a situation in front of him.
"Good! Good! No wonder Shidaoyou will be so clear about this Jianzu Dongfu. It seems that there are still many things that I don't know." The look of the heavenly man is as dark as water, and he presses on the anger in his heart.
"Queen must look at it, whether a broken sword can beat me this Bodhi!"
The burly is also a bad look. After a cold cry, it continues to push the Bodhi in his hand.
For the two of them, the application did not care, and after a faint smile, they began to use the long sword as a medium to communicate the ancestors' feelings. The look on the face was relaxed, as if it was already a winner.
The means of looking at the three of them were frequent, and Luo Yang was not in a hurry. He just kept his eyes sweeping through the blanks in the axis of the painting, and his face flashed through the indulgent color.
"It is indeed the sentiment left by the Taoist priests. This matter should be correct. But why there are no traces left in this picture. It seems that they are all hidden. Is it necessary to have a special method before they can see what? ......"
Luo Yang’s eyes flashed, and when he thought about it, he quietly ran his sword in his body.
With the surging of the sword in the body, Luo Yang's whole person seems to have turned into a sharp-edged blade, giving off a sharp edge!
"That is... 斩仙剑?!"
The rich sword is converging in Luo Yang's eyes. His eyes are glaring, looking directly at the axis of the painting. In time, on the original axis of the painting, there is a broken black iron sword. It is the appearance of the sword!
"It's not an entity, it's just a painting of Linyi. It seems that this sword ancestor, just because of seeing this scene, was only moved by the sword, and became the sword of the world!"
Luo Yang’s eyes showed disappointment, and even if he calmed down, his heart was indulging, and the black iron sword on the axis of the painting suddenly moved himself.
For a time, the whole picture axis seems to have turned into a wild land. This piece of heaven and earth is full of killing and violent atmosphere, and in this chaotic and world, a sword light suddenly reflects the whole world!
This sword light is indescribable, and it is impossible to see it at all. It seems that it is only the sword between the whole world.
A sword swayed, heaven and earth together!
The content on the drawing axis also dissipates as the collapse...