Wu Daozi was originally a portrait body, as thin as paper... Perhaps this is why he could walk in the painting, and living people could not walk like painting... Not long ago, after being ripped and torn apart by a young man in Confucian clothes,

Wu Daozi has always been in a state of being erected and split into two, with the "body paper" on the left and right halves being weak and floating.

At this moment, half of the squinting old man's body turned into paper and burned, and a slight electric arc appeared in the flames.

Ouyang Rong turned around unexpectedly.

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"Have you drawn the thunder talisman before coming?"

Wu Daozi sighed and fisted at him.

The candle in the snow quickly retreated and escaped.

As half of Wu Daozi's body burned, it seemed as if something had been triggered.

The whole world was dark.

The people who were confused when they heard it looked up in confusion and found that the sky, which was clear in the past, was now covered with dark clouds.

There are black clouds gathering above the peaks of the double peaks, and the center is exactly above the main cave.

Silver snake-like arcs appeared among the dark clouds, like short silver-white cracks.

Thunder can be seen by the naked eye, but the thunder has not yet fallen.

Everyone looked up at the sky, and the atmosphere gradually became flustered.

The young man in Confucian shirt tilted his head slightly, and his smile slightly restrained.

The old musician who had been silent suddenly spoke:

"It is heavenly thunder, and there are only two possible opportunities. If there are either unclean things, such as some aliens breaking the realm, or dead people harm living people, or some other dirty things, they will lead to heavenly thunder, or there is a world that cannot be tolerated.

The existence of the existence... these can easily cause thunder."

At this moment, on the high platform behind, the dying old woman suddenly took off her robe.

I saw a purple black Taoist talisman flowing at the wound on my right shoulder.

The ancient Han lamp made in Madam Song’s hand was broken:

"You are going to die, don't even think about living!"

She stood in the middle of the broken fragments, and three hundred and sixty star orbits were reorganized in her pupils:

"Ying Huo guards his heart, and the greedy wolf enters his life!"

A light appeared and turned into a stream of light and penetrated into her palm.

I saw a dark vortex appearing at the cracked wound of her Taoist pattern.

The old man was inserting his blood-stained finger into Tianling and said hideously:

"The eighth generation of the lantern master in Sitianjian, please ask the ancestor to open the door--"

The next moment, a faint darkness and decayed aura came from the vortex of the shoulders.

I don't know where this door opens.

Above the Xunyang Grottoes, the dark clouds suddenly became darker and the arc became cumbersome.

It seems like there is a thunder pool "storing water" in the black clouds.

Among them, electric snakes with colors such as blood, gold, and blue appear.

In the past, light was a color, which could make Qi Refiners or alien monsters tremble and frightened.

Three kinds appeared in just a few breaths, and they were far more than that.

Seeing that except for the blood thunder, golden thunder spots appeared faintly, the old musician frowned:

"No, this thunder has a ninth level! It's unheard of that. There may be many unclean things on the field! There are definitely more than these two, otherwise there would be no such serious thunder.

"The waste pills of alien Qi Refiners can at most attract ordinary thunder tribulation.

"The legendary Guixu is in the East China Sea. I heard that no one can find and come out alive. Only the first generation of Si Tianjian's lantern master passed away once, leaving only the bones returning, silently, and tell Si Tianjian that he could only write.

After living for three days, he also said that he had put a ban there. Then, before the bones turned into ashes, he left a pattern for the later Lantern Master, which became a finale of Yin-Yang Technique.

"Miss Xiao Song is abusing this technique to seduce thunder, but it is not so serious... Are there anything dirtier on the field..."

The old musician looked around in confusion, and everyone was filled with excitement.

Of course Ouyang Rong knew what was "not clean" to God.

His face was not surprising. He looked at the old woman who was dying and crazy about death. Wu Daozi, who was neither human nor ghost, crushed the waste pill with one palm, and said:

"I knew I was coming after staying for a long time. You three dirty things have been implicated by me. They can't hide them. They are swaying. I really think that human power can control the thunder. I really don't know how to respect..."

Ouyang Rong glanced at him again and said "floating" and following his strange white sturgeon.

"You have also added fire and have to overcome the tribulation. Seeing that you were really a genius, you have become trapped in your own cocoon. I don't know if this fate should be settled. Forget it, I'm from the previous dynasty anyway, cough."

The young man in the Confucian shirt turned around, held the beads and held the painting, and lowered his eyes slightly:

"Is it Jiuchun? I have only seen murals in the tomb. I didn't expect that I would enjoy such treatment this time."

He said, freeing his palm to grab the wine gourd, stretching it halfway, and retracting it, putting his hand in front of his abdomen, muttering in a voice that no one could hear:

"Don't be greedy. You've been lazy for so long, and the sword will not fall off. Just watching it, you'll just use one sword... Are you thinking about it?"

Thunderclouds gather above.

A thunder power that destroyed everything was gathering above the Xunyang Grottoes.

Wu Daozi frowned tightly, and the culprit of the culprit was also stunned.

Neither of them expected it would be so serious.

Originally, it was just attracting thunder and dragging Ouyang Rong down.

As a result, the precedent was set, and Tianlei was upgraded to such a terrifying time and time again.

They seemed to be unable to escape.

Only Madam Song smiled sinisterly:

"You all have to die, hahaha, this move Guixuyin was originally to deal with the rebels. Ouyang Lianghan, you are the biggest rebels. I will take you down even if I die!"

She raised her head, as if she was welcoming the arrival of the thunder.

Both jade and stones were burned.

Yi Qianqiu's eyes stared into a bronze bell:

"Deputy Supervisor Song, you are crazy, we are still here! The princess is still here. She is the next generation of lantern masters. You abused Guixu so much and destroyed the Taoist pattern of the first generation. You betrayed the princess! Betrayed the Grand Secretary's fate!"

Madam Song smiled miserably and was crazy:

"She scolded me for the old guy! She dared to scold me for the old guy, for the sake of a stinky man! I've had enough of old man! Hesitantly, her stinky man destroyed her dantian, and she didn't stop her from pleading. Let's die, die, die

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Rong Zhen said nothing, turned his head slowly, Jiran looked at the crazy old woman with a cold look, and her voice was very gentle and she spit out three words:

"Old guy."

“Hahahahahahaha…”

Madam Song laughed in an instant, laughing so much that she was so happy that she touched the wounds of her dantian and vomited blood. Her body was sucked in by the Guixu vortex on her shoulders, and gradually drained, leaving only skin and bones.

The old woman's turbid eyes widened, looking at the audience, as if she was about to die and witnessed everyone being chopped to ashes.

Wei Shaoqi turned his head suddenly and sincerely begged: "Can you forgive the ban and allow the air control and escape technique? Otherwise, we will not be able to escape. Now we can unlock it, and there will be a glimmer of hope."

But when Ouyang Rong picked up the gourd and drank it again.

He ignored the stupid noise around him, looked at the sky with clear eyes and sipped in a small sip.

Seeing this, everyone looked a little desperate.

Just as the world-destroying thunder clouds are about to condense and complete.

The young man in Confucian shirt suddenly put down his gourd and hung it on his waist.

In full view of everyone, he turned around alone and walked towards the thunder clouds.
Chapter completed!