The old ancestor's painting style is always wrong

Perhaps it was because Zhang Zhihe felt so strange about this woman, he couldn't help taking a step back, and then saw her pressing over with a sense of oppression, with a weird smile on her face, like a hunter looking at his prey, or like The mother looks at the child.

Seeing this, the witches around laughed and threw themselves into the arms of the people around them, and started a night of enjoyment, men or women, husbands or sons, upside down the family relationships, arms and legs together, and crossed legs.

Zhang Zhihe saw this absurd scene from the corner of his eyes, his heart froze, he narrowed his eyes and looked at the woman in front of him, what kind of wild god is this? !

Seeing Zhang Zhihe looking directly at her, the woman smiled shrewdly, her lips were bright red, but her white and sharp teeth were exposed. The long and sharp fangs gleamed under the candlelight, as if they were covered with blood.

Zhang Zhihe saw the sharp fangs, monster?Is this wild god a monster?If it is a monster, is it possession?Really die!How can a mortal woman endure being possessed by a monster?

In a blink of an eye, the woman was approaching, raised her head and sprayed a puff of pink smoke at Zhang Zhihe.Zhang Zhihe turned to the side to avoid it, he already held the saber Shen Bi in his hand, no matter if it is a monster or a wild god, I will get rid of her today!

The woman still looked at Zhang Zhihe with a smile, her eyes were sad and affectionate, she bowed her waist and knelt down slowly.

The wide sleeves were like the wings of a bird, and slowly spread out like flowing water, and the plump chest heaved and fell under Zhang Zhihe's sword.

She smiled, cleverly, innocently and affectionately, with rolling eyes, as if she was saying, stab at my heart, and I am willing to do so.

Zhang Zhihe was even more angry, the monster is so hateful, he even threatened me with his life? !This is still a mortal, although she is possessed, but as long as the monster leaves, she will be fine.But if he stabbed down with his sword, not only the monster would die, but even the possessed mortal woman would die as well.

But there is always a way. Many monsters possess the human body and pretend to be family immortals. In order to deal with these family immortals that even mortals will not let go, all the immortal sects have researched ways to deal with them.

For example, the sword intent of Kunlun Xianzong attacked the soul, Zhang Zhihe withdrew his sword and turned around, playing on the sword like playing a piano, "Zheng, zheng, zheng", the spiritual power mixed with Qingyue's sword sound, spreading like water waves .

In the Kunlun Xianzong, there is a real person named Du Qiuniang, who can turn swords into silk and use sword silk as strings. The song "Man Tang Shi" contains sword meaning.

Of course Zhang Zhihe couldn't do what Du Qiuniang did, but even though it was just an ordinary plucking, the frenzied copulation people couldn't help but stop their movements when they heard the sound of the sword, and stared blankly at the two people who were facing each other in the center.

When the woman heard it, she showed pain, and looked at Zhang Zhihe mournfully, showing fear, wonder and admiration, as if asking you to treat me like this, but her movements were unambiguous, she twisted her waist, Turning over and jumping up, his long and wide sleeves were filled with spiritual energy, and hit Zhang Zhihe like a whip.

Everyone was amazed at the woman's graceful figure, but Zhang Zhihe secretly breathed a sigh of relief, as long as it is useful, he set up his sword to block the attack of the wide sleeve, and after sticking to the long sleeve, the sword turned, and the blade changed to try to cut the sleeve down.

The woman withdrew her wide sleeves and leaned a little between the beams, her figure was raised high, like a yellow swan holding high, lonely and ethereal, but her movements were not so graceful and harmless: flowing wide sleeves, soft long hair, delicate arms, slender Thighs...every part of her body is her weapon. Ling Kong made thirteen moves to Zhang Zhihe. Each move combined physical skills and spiritual power, and each move was solid enough to parry the young Daozi below. Cut in half.

The spiritual power was uncontrollable, and escaped, and also scratched the surrounding people with bloodstains everywhere. The blood splashed in the room with the stirring spiritual energy, exuding a faint smell of blood, mixed with the rich incense. Very sweet and confusing.

The woman floated down to the ground, and stretched out her bright red tongue to lick the blood stained on her jade finger. The long nails that had been stained red earlier were slightly curved, like the blood-stained claws of a wild beast, but the smug smile on her face was not yet fully revealed. Bloom has turned to consternation, because the situation has changed.

In order not to hurt this mortal body, Zhang Zhihe could only parry, but he was not a fool.

As soon as Zhang Zhihe's sword posture changed, the sword body trembled slightly, evolving into afterimages, forming thousands of sword shadows, and the sword shadows became thicker and thicker, like a person going up a mountain, getting higher and higher, reaching the mountain where only the sky is above The top is like a waterfall and a spring, pouring down, and the sword is like a galaxy falling for nine days, pouring on the woman.

The name of this sword is Zhengliu. The Kunlun Immortal Sect is located on the Kunlun Heights. Although there are ice and snow seals in all seasons, when the ice disappears and the snow melts in spring, even the ancient glacier is full of tears. It rushes down, looking from a distance like the sky flowing out of the ground, and hearing it from a close distance like soldiers and horses rushing into battle. Zhang Zhihe practiced swords when he was young. He grasped the sword on Chaoyang Peak and watched the mountain, and realized this sword.

Shen Bi's sword intent was originally yang and vigour, to ward off all evil, how could this woman who was possessed by a monster bear it, sobbed, and knelt down on the ground.But her back was bent like a full-drawn eagle bow, her limbs fell on the ground, her fingers gripped the ground, and she whimpered, her eyes showed a dark green light, like a wounded but still ferocious beast.

Seeing that Zhengliu had never forced the monster out, Zhang Zhihe was not discouraged. He retracted his sword and turned around, and swiped at the sword again. With the sound of the sword, the woman's originally fierce eyes turned sad, and she looked at the onlookers miserably. of all people.

Seeing the woman pleading so hard, the unbearable feeling in their hearts overcame their awe of the immortal master, and they completely forgot who caused the wound on their bodies. sword.

Zhang Zhihe frowned, Daxing didn't care about being cautious, his spiritual power was shaken, and everyone present was simply stunned.

The woman looked at Zhang Zhihe's actions with some surprise, but Zhang Zhihe just kicked away the flesh in front of him, looked straight at the horizontal sword, flicked the blade of the sword, and stepped forward step by step, said coldly: "Nonsense, come out!" !" She finally spoke, her voice was hoarse and vague, but she said with style: "Cruel-hearted Qi trainer, it's not easy for me to accumulate incense here, so why do you have to push me so hard?"

"Come out!" This sentence implied mana, as if it wanted to force her out directly.

The woman's tears fell like beads, but it felt like heaven and earth were mourning together. Even the people lying on the ground seemed to feel the unspeakable grief from the bottom of their hearts, and frowned and groaned.

Zhang Zhihe's heart is like a stone, a magic talisman slipped out of his sleeve, and it rose up without wind, and the magic spell exploded in the air. The killing was very deep, and now he blew himself up in the air, just to shake the soul.

The woman couldn't dodge in time, and was stunned on the spot. A blue soul with complete claws and tails floated out from the woman's top door. As soon as it came out, it squeaked in horror and was about to get down to the ground to escape.

At this moment, Shen Bi raised his sword, and once the sword came out, like a beautiful jade sinking in water, the moon reflected in the cold river, a sharp, bright but light and smooth light like flowing water flashed across the dim temple, piercing into the demon soul. , Infused with spiritual power, the sword energy exploded, and the demon soul scattered like fireworks under the sword light in an instant.

Zhang Zhihe put his sword back into its sheath, a little surprised, it's over so soon?

But at this time, the wind blew the bells and flags under the eaves, whistling in, blowing away the curtains covering the altar, but it did not blow away the sweet fragrance in the house, but it became more fragrant and seductive. Want to get drunk.

The flames in the surrounding braziers jumped up instead, turning from bright yellow to faint blue. The curling cigarettes swam like dragons and snakes, swam over in the air and entangled people's bodies, like swallows of men and women, talking with them Intersecting, and those originally strong men became old and withered under the naked eye, but they didn't seem to notice it, but cried and kept the smoke that ruthlessly abandoned them.

Zhang Zhihe looked at the altar with a sense of consciousness, the curtain floated up, revealing the statue on the altar, it was also a young woman, beautiful, charming and compassionate, but with a bit of a fox look, although she didn't have ears or the pointed nose on the face, but Zhang Zhihe just felt that behind the statue was a cruel and cunning beast looking at him playfully.

He couldn't help shivering, but he saw that the idol faintly showed a proud, proud and cruel smile, as proud as a god, as cruel as looking at ants, but as innocent and joyful as a child finding a new toy.

In the next moment, he was intoxicated in a peaceful slumber.

When Shen Zhongyu limped to the temple gate, he happened to see Zhang Zhihe, who had completely lost consciousness, being swallowed by the God Realm. Splitting the demonic atmosphere, he rushed forward and fell into the realm of the gods together with Zhang Zhihe.

Although God's Realm is small, it was uncontrollable during the fall. Shen Zhongyu watched Zhang Zhihe being wrapped up in the whirlwind and turned to the distance, feeling even angrier in his heart.After he landed, he stepped on the ground, and suddenly felt that the feeling of being down-to-earth was too wonderful. In the realm of the gods, everything was transformed by his thoughts, and his will was strong and strong. How could he be easily influenced by others? Heyday.

He looked up and saw the blue sky over the hot and bright desert without a trace of wind, and saw the miserable wind and rain in the truth of God's Domain, and smiled coldly, he was just an evil god, what a daredevil.Counting with his fingers, he figured out where Zhang Zhihe was. He raised his steps to look for it, but he shrunk the ground to an inch, took a step of thousands of miles, and his robe sleeves fluttered, extremely unrestrained.