With a fierce claw, Liu Hou was whipped away far away.
His body seemed to be floating on water, constantly rising and falling in the clouds and mist. The huge force and the mist were scattered by Liu Hou.
Close again.
Until I can no longer see it.
I don't know how far I was blown away.
I don't know whether he is dead or alive.
The painting demon didn't care, but it knew exactly how powerful its claw was.
Not to mention a little Taoist priest of the seventh level of red fire.
Even a first-class Orange Fire real person would definitely not survive under this claw.
Liu Hou must have been beaten to pieces by it.
A cold smile appeared at the corner of its mouth, and it didn't even look at the direction in which Liu Hou disappeared.
He turned around and chased towards the place where Qin Wenying and Shen Fan escaped.
Just after flying less than a hundred meters, a sharp shout suddenly came from my ears: "Monster. I haven't let you go yet, where do you want to escape?"
The painting demon turned around in shock and saw Liu Hou flying back again.
He was seriously injured, and the corners of his mouth were full of blood.
Blood dripped down his chin.
They all fell into the clouds and mist beneath their feet.
Even so, he held on and came back.
"But you little ant, now that you have saved your life, you don't want to hide and enjoy yourself. How dare you try to block me!"
The painting demon was immediately furious.
He actually said that he was going to run away.
I am so powerful that I would actually be told by an ant that I want to run away.
Even if it knew that Liu Hou was just showing off his words, it was extremely angry.
Hua Mo's self-esteem is very strong, so strong that it's a bit distorted.
I don’t know what unknown experiences I had during my lifetime.
Out of rage, it slapped Liu Hou's head with another claw.
If this claw hits hard, the red and white things in Liu Hou's head may explode like broken eggs.
Liu Houqiang calmed his mind and did not panic.
The sword in his hand is flying, light and refined.
The fierce golden light suddenly appeared, and it was Liu Hou who used the body-holding technique and moved towards the giant palm print.
The demon in the painting obviously does not know the holding spell.
I was shocked to feel that my palm suddenly stagnated, as if I had dipped into a non-Newtonian fluid and stagnated for a moment.
Then he smashed the thin barrier in front of his palm and was able to move again.
"What kind of trick is this?"
The painting demon was stunned.
Taking advantage of the moment when the immobilizing spell took effect, Liu Hou moved.
He stepped on the palm of the painting demon and flew up with his fingers.
With a flash of the agile swordsmanship in his hand, dozens of sword shadows actually appeared.
This is the illusion of Liu Hou using the Dragon Gate Demon-Destroying Sword Technique to the extreme.
It's virtual and real, but every one of them has attack power.
Even if it's not painful or itchy, it's enough to make Hua Mo upset.
Liu Hou was like a rat that couldn't be killed, he was so annoying.
"Damn ants."
Seeing that Liu Hou had stepped on his wrist, Hua Mo immediately waved out his other hand, like swatting a fly, wanting to slap Liu Hou to death.
Liu Hou's figure was nimble, he stood up and jumped, narrowly missing the arm of the painting demon before it slapped his left wrist with its palm.
There was a loud bang, like the earth was shattering.
Hua Mo's shot was empty, but it hurt himself.
"Asshole ants."
It cursed loudly, but Liu Hou was nowhere to be found.
Liu Hou jumped down and hid somewhere.
"Ant, you can't escape my grasp."
The painted eyes are looking around.
But I heard a cold snort coming from below behind me: "Ant, are you annoyed by the cries of ants? Since you say I am an ant, let's see if you can bear this move."
Hua Mo turned his head and looked over, and saw that Liu Hou had cast some spell, and the peach wood sword in his hand suddenly changed from the size of a toothpick to a large sword that was one story high.
It turned out that the eight-sided Han wooden sword was wrapped with Liu Hou's Dao fire, exuding a strong aura to ward off evil spirits.
Liu Hou swung his sword and stabbed upward.
Unbiased, right in the middle of the devil's chrysanthemum.
"Haha, how about this overpowering move? The sword stabs the chrysanthemum and kills it for a thousand years? I made a gut for you, a horse kills a chicken. It's powerful enough! You're welcome."
Liu Hou burst out laughing when he saw the sword energy and Tao fire piercing the depths of the painted devil's chrysanthemum.
Very relieved.
Naturally, Hua Mo didn't understand what Millennium Killing meant, but after being stabbed in the chrysanthemum, he understood that Liu Hou's words were not good words.
Its humiliating!
It rages!
It's ferocious!
I am a powerful monster, but I was stabbed in the ass by a little ant Taoist priest.
It's not very powerful and doesn't even cause any substantial damage to it.
But it's extremely insulting.
How could a painting demon with a strong self-esteem be willing to suffer such a shame and humiliation!
"You bastard rat, I want you to die badly!"
The painting demon attacked Liu Hou like crazy.
Liu Hou didn't know that poking the Hua Mo's chrysanthemum would make him even more angry than killing his whole family.
Ziliu ran away naturally.
Anyway, the hatred value is full, so Hua Mo probably doesn't have the heart to chase Qin Wenying and Shen Fan now.
All the hatred points fell on himself.
Sure enough, Hua Mo completely lost his mind and kept chasing Liu Hou.
Liu Hou couldn't dodge in time and was hit by several attacks.
Fortunately, there was a timely reminder from the Book of Heaven, and the critical point was avoided.
However, the demon-sending sword under his feet was not strong enough and gradually became weak.
It seems that it has been used for too long and the demonic energy has been almost exhausted.
"It's really troublesome. Why haven't they escaped yet?"
Liu Hou wiped away a trace of blood from the corner of his mouth.
He had a lot of injuries on his body, some of which had damaged his internal organs.
It's all supported by one breath.
Just when he was about to lose his strength, the sky in the world in the painting suddenly changed.
From the thick fog in the edge area, there is a force passing through.
It seemed as if the dark red world covered by clouds and mist was illuminated, but the light did not last long before it suddenly went out again.
Lightning flashes and then goes out.
Although the light is gone, the magical power is still spreading into the interior of the world in the painting.
Finally, like a pool of warm water, the temperature evenly spreads in this cold space.
"What happened!"
The painting demon screamed in shock.
It can feel that the world in the painting under its control is firmly bound by a strange force.
It is no longer possible to enter and leave the painting at will with one's own power.
Liu Hou wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth again and laughed again: "Great, Qin Wenying and Shen Fan have successfully escaped from the world of ancient paintings.
The old man's Lu Ban Shu successfully sealed the painting.
Monster, you won't be able to get out of this painting for at least a hundred years.
At least for a hundred years, I won’t be able to do evil in the world and lure innocent people into paintings for your consumption!”
"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! They are just ants. Just ants, how dare you seal this throne."
The devil in the painting is so angry that his whole body is shaking.
It was actually delayed by Liu Hou, who had never noticed it, and even lost his mind because of him.
Falling for his trick.
This gave Qin Wenying, the pretty girl with a pretty face, who thought she had captured her, time to escape from the world of ancient paintings and a chance to open the dead old man's mechanical seal.
Damn it!
Damn it!
They all deserve to die!
This was a great shame and humiliation. Liu Hou was the primary culprit and his crime was unforgivable.
The demon in the painting howls crazily, venting the pent-up anger in his heart.
Its huge eyes were so angry that they seemed to be dripping with blood.
After burning out his anger, he regained his sanity.
The two bloody eyes of the painting demon fell on Liu Hou.
Chapter completed!