Please visit the latest free chapter of this book. The voice of the coming Master rings in the ears of obese people.

"Han Tian, ​​the God of Painting, has three strategies when he goes to Qingluo Star: to capture people, to arrest their souls, and to destroy them."

"The bottom line for Zhao Xiang is to make him lose his soul and do whatever it takes to achieve this goal."

"As for Yun Ni's three friends, can the Sword Immortal and Eight Souls contribute their lives to your last move?"

The Sword Immortal is a lean person, and the middle-aged Eight Souls in gorgeous clothes are a heroic person with seven clones.

Zhao Xiang naturally had no idea about these and was not even aware of them.

He actually fell into the trap of the painting god Han Tian

The painting god Han Tian flashed around Zhao Xiang and kept scanning Zhao Xiang.

He waved the red pen and broad sleeves of his broad robe with great ease and ease, and even danced with his hands.[

Although he is obese, he has burst out with one after another peerless style that makes people admire, envy, and admire.

Zhao Xiang was fascinated and drunk for a while.

In fact, this is also the art of male lust that the painting god Han Tian has practiced for thousands of years.

This male seducing function can only be used successfully to achieve the best effect if it is used in conjunction with the last move.

Zhao Xiang fell into the trap unknowingly

Horrible trap

Zhao Xiang regained consciousness in just a moment after losing consciousness.

This made the painting god Han Tian, ​​who was spinning and dancing around Zhao Xiang, couldn't help but be frightened and angry.

It was so unbelievable to him that this male-fascination skill that had been tried many times failed to work on Zhao Xiang in an instant, and he was shocked and surprised.

Han Tian's fear of Zhao Xiang's painting god was even more subtle, giving rise to the slightest warning signs.

But the painting god who fell in Zhao Xiang's eyes made him puzzled.

Zhao Xiang didn't understand why this obese man whose appearance was really unflattering kept spinning around him.

Not only that, he waved his ink pen in an extremely flattering manner, flashing his body freely but not attacking himself.

Paying attention to the actions of the obese person, Zhao Xiang's consciousness wave splits out millions of times in an instant to capture, track, and analyze every tiny movement of the opponent.

For everyone, maybe they can’t clearly see the figure of the painting god Han Tian [

They could only see a dazzling five-color light belt dancing around Zhao Xiang

However, all this is by no means difficult for Zhao Xiang, who has powerful spiritual consciousness.

Zhao Xiang has already synthesized the main movements of the painting god almost simultaneously from the feedback of spiritual consciousness returned from several times.

He discovered that the God of Painting was waving a red pen in his hand and using the void as rice paper to draw ten characters.

These ten characters are quite strange. Although they have different expressions, they are all strikingly similar in height, shortness, fatness, and appearance. They are tall and slender, with stern expressions on their faces, and they are all related by blood.

The moment Zhu Bi finished the last character drawing, the ten character drawings immediately came to life.

And when the God of Painting spat out a mouthful of blood on each of the ten figures,

A shocking scene suddenly appeared

Ten pictures of characters turned into real people

The ten people intertwined with each other and overlapped to form several strange, vivid, flashing human-shaped lights and shadows.

These humanoid lights and shadows merge with each other shimmeringly and become an almost transparent living person at a speed visible to the naked eye.

This transparent living person flies straight towards the God of Painting like lightning and becomes one with him.

Zhao Xiang's eyes widened

Looking at these ten humanoid lights and shadows that seem to come to life, I feel very familiar.

And just when the humanoid light and shadow and the obese man merged into one, a figure who shocked and horrified Zhao Xiang appeared.

It wasn't until this moment that Zhao Xiang fully understood why those ten figures were so familiar.

It turns out that the obese person painted himself

Especially when the light and shadow that merge into a transparent living person and the obese person become one

Zhao Xiang immediately concluded that he had fallen into a vicious trap set by an obese man with good intentions.

In the Xuanzong Hall, two identical Zhao Xiangs looked at each other with cold expressions on their faces and were dressed elegantly in blue shirts.

Zhao Xiang glared at the obese man and the fake Zhao Xiang snorted coldly: "What's your name?"

Fake Zhao Xiang smiled proudly and replied smoothly: "Han Tianxian world respects me as the god of painting."

"The painting god Han Tian" Zhao Xiang gave the other party a cold look, "Zhao Xiang's painting of me is pretty good, but it's a pity that you still know too little about me."

Fake Zhao Xiang sneered deliberately and exaggeratedly.

"Is this really true? Hehe, let's wait and see if our subordinates see the real chapter."

The fake Zhao Xiang transformed by the painting god Han Tian shook his right hand and ten light spots shot towards Zhao Xiang.

It was the spiritual energy ring that Zhao Xiang had previously used. Not only that, but its power was only average.

Ten divine rings condensed with spiritual energy locked on Zhao Xiang's neck, arms, and legs, intending to imprison Zhao Xiang all at once.

"I see, Han Tian, ​​the time you mentioned is to observe the skills I have practiced and the supernatural powers I have mastered?" Zhao Xiang said coldly to Han Tian while facing the fake Zhao Xiang with ten light spots condensed from his spiritual energy. The divine ring shot

"Really? Zhao Xiang." The fake Zhao Xiang sneered, his voice full of arrogance. "Even if you understand it now, it's too late. Not to mention whether you can figure out the mystery is another matter. What I can tell you is that when I draw the ten When this picture of a character merges with me, I will naturally understand all your magic tricks. As for cultivation, hahaha, you don’t need me to tell you.”

Zhao Xiang was extremely shocked

Who knows my magic and has a much higher level of Xuanxian cultivation than me?

Then, how can we fight this final battle? Is it just a sure defeat but no win?

Zhao Xiang's mind was spinning all over, and he forcibly suppressed the shock and suspicion in his heart, and roared with a cold look in his eyes.

"Whether it's too late depends on how long you can last in this battle."

After Fang Fang finished speaking, thoughts came out in his mind one after another

Zhao Xiang tried his best to urge the divine ring condensed from ten kinds of spiritual energy to flash with cold blue, silvery white, fiery red, purple red, and emerald green. The fierce offensive like a raging wolf in the sea and the divine ring fired by the fake Zhao Xiang happened. Intense and crazy collision

Rumble

Five thunderbolts were deafening

The erupting violent momentum aroused turbulent waves in the Xuanzong Hall

The colorful light quickly filled the hall and flashed dozens of times before dissipating.

The same power and the same moves meet in mid-air

Painting gods Han Tian and Zhao Xiang flew separately and no one gained the slightest benefit.

Because the painting god Han Tian's cultivation level is much higher than that of Zhao Xiang, Zhao Xiang suffered more injuries in the first duel.

Only because the painting god Han Tian suffered heavy physical and mental injuries in many previous fights, Zhao Xiang barely managed to draw a tie with him in this duel.

Zhao Xiang was quite angry about this

He never thought that one day he would have a fierce battle with himself

No one will believe this if they tell it. If it's not a fantasy, what is it?

However, all of these are true facts and cannot change everything that happens before you. Even if you don’t believe it, there is nothing you can do.

However, the fake Zhao Xiang transformed by the painting god will not leave any time for Zhao Xiang to think no matter what.

The God of Painting thought that once Zhao Xiang figured out some secret from it,

It would be unattainable for him to defeat him or even kill him with his severely injured body.

On the other hand, if such a scene really happened, it would be more likely that the painting god would die on the spot.

As the time of competing with Zhao Xiang for strength and strategy became longer and longer, the God of Painting felt more and more that Zhao Xiang was as smart as the sea and outsmarted the fox.

Zhao Xiang, the God of Painting, may not necessarily discover the secrets of the magical powers I display.

But we can’t always place our hopes on this uncertainty.
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