Zhang Ruoxu said as he walked, "Brother Bao, leave a line of work, keep his life. After all, the He family's strength is far better than ours. If He Zhizhang was buried here..."

"Don't panic. Where is this? The finishing touching dragon, even if it is not the strength of a saint, is it the strength of the Dharma Book Realm. Is it difficult to kill a person with a stunning edge? Haha."

Zhang Ruoxu and Bao Rong left with the large army, leaving two people to handle the funeral.

Several Zhang family worshippers, who were covered in scars and still bleeding, sacrificed paper and pen from their sleeves and painted in the air.

A small Vajra shield appeared on the paper. Zhong Yue looked at this scene, which was not a little bit like Zhang San's method of calligraphy.

If you use paper as a shield, it is better to hold the shield directly. Wouldn't it be more solid?

"Let's go first, I'll do it here. You guys quickly report to the chief executive and kill these people with ulterior motives!"

"Haha, the dragon pool is full of intrigue. Didn't you come here because you have a bad intention? Now you want to bring reinforcements? Just break the trick and get the mantis arm in a chariot!"

The ink rhyme in Ye Gongfeng's brush is surging, and he is not a little better than the Zhang family painter.

"Lingkong, you have touched the edge of the Dharma Book Realm, but it actually..."

"Haha, frog in the well, die!"

【Including the talisman, the character is written as the middle and harmonious】

Two lines of murderous words slapped at the small shield of the King Kong.

"Hurry and help Brother Wang!"

Several seriously injured squatting and sharp worshipers could not even be able to deform. They could only send Mo Yun to the back of the person who was in front, hoping to stop the man's calligraphy and killing pen.

Bang!

Just as the calligraphy and painting collided, it seemed as if a spear had pierced into the steel plate, and it made a harsh sound.

However, it was only one breath.

A sting.

The drawing paper was torn to pieces.

Bang!

Another loud bang, the word "Ink Rhyme Kill" was instantly annihilated!

The old man surnamed Ye and the worshiper named Ming both hugged their heads and cried bitterly.

Several people who vomited blood in their mouths were shocked. What was going on? They actually won?

"Who is hurting someone with a hidden arrow?"

"Ah? Blood! Despicable villain, I am the deacon of the Bao family's outer sect, ah...Young Master helps!"

Several people saw two old men touching the back of their heads and shaking on the ground, obviously because they were sneak attacked by someone.

"Take his life while he is sick!"

"Take it!"

A few people who were struggling to fight for their lives. Faced with such a good opportunity, their desire to survive made them desperately. If these two people were relieved, they would still be the ones who died.

Zhong Yue, who had already run more than ten meters away, had blood stained on the two stones in his hand.

"Stubling the edge? It seems that moving bricks is good for experts. I'm better to move bricks than to move bricks when I take a pen and take a fierce momentum!" He threw the bricks and continued to rush forward.

Several people took advantage of the fact that the undercover agent of the Bao family was seriously injured and fought desperately, killing the master. The ink in the pen was so murderous, and it did not condense on the paper. They directly held the pen and stabbed the gun into the throat, ending their lives.

"Seniors come to save me, and I will never forget you! Great kindness, please leave your benefactor's life."

The mountain abyss was empty and there was no reflection. The few people were too seriously injured. Even if they were cured, they would leave hidden diseases, support each other and leave outside.

This dragon-turning pool makes people's hearts more dangerous than painting dragons!

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In fact, Zhong Yue’s success in knocking on the stick is also an artistic element.

First of all, after condensing ink into the Tao, both painters and calligraphers who are both in calligraphy and calligraphy and calligraphy, will exude ink rhyme. These invisible ink rhymes are like the sensory organs of the human body, which makes them have obvious changes in their cognition and artistic judgment of this world.

Ye Gongfeng, who was squatting in the edge of the world, even stepped into the Dharma Book realm with one foot. If someone approached, the ink rhyme emitted would definitely be alert. But the problem is that after pasting the yellow talisman, Zhong Yue, who also activated the nine powers of the gods, was like a person who did not exist and was in this world, which was very sexy.

There is no solution!

Of course, Zhong Yue’s two bricks were also very skillful.

Focus, focus and forehead... Of course, these are not the key. With Zhong Yue closed his eyes, in the world dominated by black and white, the way of seeing things has become very different.

Whether painters or calligraphers, their premise is that they are humans, so people naturally have fragile parts. The brainstem of the human body is a very fragile part. The brainstem is often fatal. Of course, Zhong Yue is a bit ruthless, but he has nothing to do with these old mafia who don’t know how precious life is. As for whether those Zhang family worshipers can survive, this is no longer Zhong Yue’s business.

He was successful in a sudden sneak attack, but if the two men recovered, they would definitely be prepared. At that time, Zhong Yue, who was in a hidden state, would definitely be noticed by them, so Zhong Yue still did not take this risk.

After all, he tried it. This hidden yellow talisman was not to let him travel through the real thing as a transparent person. He was injured by accident, so Zhong Yue could only admit that he was unlucky.

The most important thing is that with the blessing of the nine powers of the gods and man, his entire aura can be integrated into the ink rhyme of heaven and earth. With this yellow talisman, Zhong Yue may not know that even if he is a master in the Dharma Book Realm, he may not be able to find his place.

There is not much time left for Zhong Yue. The further you go, the wider the path in Longyuan is. If there was not a direction to guide Zhong Yue forward, with his ability, it would probably be thankful that he would not be lost here.

etc.

Zhong Yue opened his eyes and suddenly felt something was wrong.

"As soon as we encounter a dragon changing, General Manager Zhang woke up the dragon roar after painting the dragon. It is clearly a real dragon. How can we just say that it is transformed into a dragon?"

No, it doesn't make sense.

Looking at the surrounding mountains that were no longer steep and unattainable, Zhong Yue decided to climb up the mountain path on one side. He was in the deep mountains and forests, and he was most afraid that a leaf could not see Mount Tai. Only by standing high can he see far.

Zhong Yue felt a little suspicious - perhaps that painted dragon was not the inheritance of Zhang Sengyou at all!

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After a long silence, the underground passage of Zhenbao Pavilion rose up a burst of ashes.

Some restaurant shopkeepers who were obsessed with cleanliness were rubbing the floor with the rag in their hands, "These people are really..."

Lao Gou frowned and said, "When is it? Do you want to tighten it? Hurry up and untie the ban!"

"Master, wait a moment, I'll go after cleaning the place."

"Hurry up!" Lao Gou Ti slid the sack and muttered to himself irritably, "I don't know if the sack is big enough this time."

The shopkeeper who was wiping the floor beside him frowned and said, "Master, the rice in the rice bag has fallen to the ground, and it will be struck by lightning."

"You talk too much, hurry up and untie it!"
Chapter completed!