The old ancestor's painting style is always wrong

Feeling the internal fire gradually rising in Zhang Zhihe's body, the Shen Bi sword tempered by the heavenly tribulation hooked the aura of the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder, the sword flickered like a silver snake, and the wisps of sword energy pierced Zhang Zhihe like silver needles Inside the meridian, it causes a burst of itching and tingling.

Zhang Zhihe woke up suddenly, seeing the scorched skin on his hands, he couldn't help but smile wryly, the light of the alchemy flowed, and the eschar fell off, revealing the white skin as before. , All the heart demons and evil fires receded one after another.

He saw that the surrounding area was still filled with mist and ghosts were roaming around, but at this moment his mind was as calm as water, and he was extremely calm. One part of Shen Bi's sword light was divided into two parts, and the two parts were divided into four... A total of sixteen sword lights were divided into sixteen sword lights, piercing into the mist, The mist dispersed, and then it was inserted straight into the ground, turning into sixteen swords. The breaths of the swords lingered and echoed each other, forming a large formation.

Among the disciples of Huashen Palace, the ultimate move is the Peach Blossom Bewildering God Formation, Zhang Zhihe will naturally be on guard, although he is not a master in terms of formation techniques, but he still understands the basic formation taught by the sect, and now he uses the sword Light evolution has a large formation of demons descending from the sky, breaking through the formation with the formation, and the main defense replaces the offense.

The sword swayed in the formation, and the light of the sword pierced through the dense fog, just like Fang Linji, who was casting spells in the fog, appeared in a slim figure. She didn't seem surprised, she just smiled and disappeared into the fog again.Zhang Zhihe was not in a hurry, he stepped forward in the formation, urging the formation without slowing down, trying to melt the thick fog.

At this moment, two Jindan Stage ghosts suddenly rushed out from the dense fog. Although their faces were numb, they behaved nimbly. One danced with a sword and the other danced with a knife. But the knife is bold and upright, quite a bit of everyone's demeanor.The two joined forces to attack, the swords and swords clashed, and the momentum was fierce.

If it is a monk who has traveled abroad for a long time, he will probably know who these two ghosts are, they are the sword mad king, the fifth king Yijun, and the sword idiot Pei Ting.Both of these two were casual cultivators born in the Youzhou generation, and they became brothers with different surnames because of their mutual friendship.

Not to mention that the two of them are Jindan monks with extraordinary means, and because they have been together for a long time and have the same mind, they created a set of combined attack techniques.

Although Zhang Zhihe didn't know anything about this, when he was fighting the two, through their swordsmanship, he imagined that they were also high-spirited, generous and upright people in front of them, and couldn't help feeling pity and hatred Fang Lin Ji.

Wang Yijun and Pei Ting cooperated with each other many times before they were alive, repelling one enemy after another. Although they are ghosts at this moment, they also cooperated tacitly.One knife cuts down from top to bottom, like a river falling straight down; the other sword lifts up, like a sea wave rolling up.

Under this pincer attack, Zhang Zhihe had no choice but to turn around and dodge. After one move was behind, the two of them pressed on step by step without letting up at all. Zhang Zhihe knew that time was urgent, and Fang Linji might have already made arrangements after hiding behind the fog. The peach blossom enchanted the gods, but it was not slow or fast, and the silver light covered the whole body like a net, blocking the attacks of the two.

He backed up step by step until he reached the eyes of Fumo Dazheng, which happened to be the place where the sixteen swords were connected. Although these two ghosts moved nimbly, they were not human after all, and their intelligence was lost. After entering the battle, if the instinct feels wrong, you have to quit.

But Zhang Zhihe has already mobilized the large formation to directly destroy the restriction of the alchemy in their bodies, once the restriction is destroyed, the ghost will enter the cycle of reincarnation.Shen Bi hooked the thunder of heaven's punishment, lightning flowed through the ghost's body, black smoke emitted, and the restraint gradually faded away.

At this moment, the two ghosts shrank inward, and then the aura fluctuated violently.When Zhang Zhihe saw it badly, the sixteen precious swords that had been stuck on the ground turned into sixteen sword lights and merged into one body, wrapped around Zhang Zhihe, and stepped back.

After pushing out a hundred feet, the two soul bodies exploded on the spot, and the breath of despair, unwillingness, and pain buried deep in the soul body permeated. Even after watching the outside of the ring for half a day, only Bai It was foggy, and everyone who was feeling bored couldn't help crying, as if they felt unspeakable despair and pain.

The green smoke from the self-explosion of the soul dissipated, revealing Fang Linji's figure. At this time, the corners of her mouth were bleeding, her eyes were fierce, and she watched Zhang Zhihe, who also showed her figure when Jian Guang stopped, wiped the blood from the corners of her mouth, and said, "Bold! Reckless man, how dare you hurt someone from this palace, this palace wants you to die!"

These two ghosts were found by her after many years of hard work, but they disappeared today. It can be said that her vitality and strength have been greatly reduced.The current plan is to use the reckless man in front of him to make another one, which must be more useful, but judging by his strength, it is not so easy. Thinking of this, Fang Linji is even more angry.

Hearing this, Zhang Zhihe replied coldly: "I miss you too." After finishing speaking, he didn't bother to argue with her, and directly merged his sword into one, and a sword light flew out like a white rainbow penetrating the sun. , There is not even a trace of shadow under the daylight.

Although Fang Linji didn't expect him to be such a rude person who would fight whenever he said anything, she also avoided the sword's edge lightly and deftly. As soon as she landed, peach blossoms bloomed everywhere, forming a ten-mile peach forest.

Zhang Zhihe sneered in his heart, it just depends on what happens, when Shen Bi's sword shines, the sword intent of fighting for flow gushes out from the ground like a spring, smashing the peach blossoms to pieces.As soon as the formation changed, it turned into a galaxy torrenting.

The river is as calm as a mirror, and various stories have evolved: the person in the mirror is the same as Zhang Zhihe, and when he looks up, the surrounding space is surrounded by river water, which seems to be both a wall of water and a mirror.It is one of the changes in the Peach Blossom Fantastic Formation: hairpin flowers shine on the water.

One side of the water mirror shows the scene of Zhang Zhihe ascending to the top, becoming the supreme in the world, and everyone is in court. The word power is only a word for Zhang Zhihe, and he skips it at a glance; the other side is a big volume The book is opened, the Dao is evolved, and finally there are no books, only the Dao remains the same, Yin and Yang are opened up, the two instruments are mixed, and the secrets of various Dao are in it. Indulging in it, evolving with it, and finally insane.

But Zhang Zhihe always thought of the pure and moral Tianzun in his mind, and there was no turmoil in his heart. He glanced at it, then turned his head and continued walking, and then he saw a scene and had to stop.

He saw that he and Mr. Shen had no clothes on together, with their flesh next to each other, and saw himself turning into a woman like a woman under Mr. Shen. Apart from embarrassment and anger, there was also a silent joy in his heart.

Such thoughts made his heart burn with rage, turning into a green flame, and the secret anger in his heart that was peeped suddenly rose, as if he wanted to go straight to the ninth level.The pure and moral Tianzun who had always been thinking in his mind immediately scattered towards the fire like a snow lion under the approach of anger.

Zhang Zhihe bit the tip of his tongue and said angrily, how can I have such nasty thoughts about Mr. Shen, but the more I think about it, the more clear the picture just now is in my mind, Mr. is such a good person, I have no shame in liking him But Mr. Ruoguo knows how to look at me, thinking of this, his heart is a bit heavy.

That's it, when I kill this witch, he secretly made up his mind, I will tell my husband that he treats me like a son.If I always use this to get close to my husband, it would be too shameless, and I really deserve it.

With a clear mind, Zhang Zhihe passed by without any hesitation, the truth may be painful, but with his disposition, it is not enough to take the false as the real.

In the blink of an eye, he skipped a few pictures and went to a place of nothingness around him. He watched the surrounding water mirrors rotate like a revolving lantern with various scenes that could provoke people's desires, hoping to stir up changes in Zhang Zhihe's thoughts, and take the opportunity to arouse people's desires. inner demon.But in the end, Ten Miles of Peach Forest reappeared.

Zhang Zhihe sneered slightly, his skills were exhausted.Fang Linji, who was still hiding in the depths of the peach forest, was casting a spell when she suddenly felt a chill all over her body, and then a sharp pain burst from her chest and abdomen. A burst of spiritual power came to her side.

Zhang Zhihe felt the direction of the eruption of the sword intent of Zhengliu, and his body and sword merged into one, turning into a beam of sword light and flying away.Fang Linji, who had been hurt by fighting for sword intent, saw something bad, and wanted to fall to the side to avoid it, but there was no time, the sword light passed through her chest, the chest was lifted up, blood gushed out, and the white clothes disappeared in a blink of an eye. into red clothes.

Jian Guang stopped, Zhang Zhihe revealed his figure, turned around and wanted to strike again.At this time, the peach blossoms were gone, and everyone could clearly see Fang Linji lying on the ground dripping with blood, not knowing whether he was alive or dead, and couldn't help but gasped. People even quietly wanted to withdraw from the crowd, lest he be caught and settle accounts.

Li Weijin, who was sitting in the main seat, saw this scene, and his thoughts turned. The first thing he thought of was that if he really killed Fang Linji, and the Huashen Palace would be angry, what should I do?Thinking of this, he hurriedly called out: "Young Daoist Zhang, be merciful!" This sentence was filled with spiritual power, which made the unsuspecting people on the field tremble.

Zhang Zhihe's heart skipped a beat when he heard this, and when he looked back, he looked back to Fang Linji's place, and saw that she had melted into a scent of fragrance and rushed back to his maids.Faced with such a similar scene, Zhang Zhihe felt a little bit of vicissitudes in his heart. He glanced at Li Weijin, stopped talking, turned around and got off the ring, and went straight.

When he returned to the small courtyard where he was temporarily staying, he saw Shen Zhongyu sitting under the tree in the courtyard with a chess record. He called out before: "Sir." Shen Zhongyu looked up and saw that Zhang Zhihe seemed extraordinarily excited. Is this something to be happy about?He really likes to fight?He frowned in disgust and said, "You smell blood all over your body, go change your clothes."

"Yes." Hearing this, Zhang Zhihe's burning thoughts eased a little, and he turned around and went to take a bath and change clothes.

Shen Zhongyu looked at Zhang Zhihe's back very strangely, what's the matter?