Zhou An looked at the flying general's picture of a hundred battles. A general riding a sweat-blooded horse walked out of the painting with his horse's hooves. The general held the Fang Tian Painting Halberd in his hand.
After coming out, he waved Fang Tian's painting halberd and rushed towards Zhou An.
Zhou An decided to get rid of his opponent with one move, pulled out the Sun Sword, and slashed away with a sword with twenty feet long.
The general picked up the Fang Tian Hua Ji and blocked it horizontally in front of his chest, trying to block the sword intent.
But the sword intent directly cut off Fang Tian's painting halberd and then slashed the general, and the general was cut in half.
Six paintings were killed by them one after another, but this time, twelve paintings flew out, each of which was two, and they didn't consume much effort in facing one painting, so they still
I didn't care and was quickly killed by them.
After the two paintings were killed, eighteen paintings were killed towards them. The power of the three paintings increased a little, but they still solved it easily. However, Zhou An felt something was wrong now, and he killed him every time.
After drawing, the amount will be doubled. There are many paintings in this big room, and there are no signs of how many there are. If you add them one or two times, sooner or later they will not be able to persevere and be killed by the painting.
After killing the eighteen paintings, twenty-four paintings continued to kill... until the forty-eight paintings, everyone felt something was wrong because they felt a little pressure.
"If this third level is done, we will all be killed. Is the third level a death level and we can't get through it?" Guo Fu said loudly while killing Baishetu.
"It's impossible, there must be a way to crack it here." Master Jing's face changed when he heard it. In fact, no one knew that he was the real person for the sake of inheritance this time. If he died, then he would
Really dead.
"What's the method? Tell me quickly." Guo Fu said.
"I haven't thought of it yet." Master Jing said.
"I have come up with a solution, but it is a bit difficult to implement it." Zhou An said.
"Tell me," Guo Fu said happily.
"Actually, it's very simple. Let's set a fire and burn all the paintings here," said Zhou An.
"This method is great." When Guo Fu said, he picked up a fire note, fired out of the fire note, and then threw it towards the paintings in front of him.
But as soon as the fire brokers approached these paintings, they were extinguished and could not burn them at all.
"It doesn't work." Guo Fu said.
"These are not ordinary paintings. Ordinary fire does not work, special flames must be used." Zhou An said.
"Does there anyone who uses special flames here?" Guo Fu looked at Master Jing as he said.
"My profession is a paper maker. I am most afraid of being angry. I still want me to control fire. Do you think it's possible?" said Master Jing.
"I probably won't be able to do it on Yibei and Yizhong over there. They are practicing the will, and they shouldn't know much about the flames." Guo Fu said.
"If I had known that I had brought someone who used the Fire Control Method here, it would have been too late to regret it now." Master Jing said with a paper man to kill the plum blossom map.
"Actually, there is another person here who can use the Fire Control Method." Zhou An said.
"Who, you can't say Xiao Qing'er, Xiao Qing'er doesn't." Guo Fu said. Jiangsu Literature Network
"You won't talk about you, are you?" Master Jing looked at Zhou An and said.
"bingo, you're right." Zhou An snapped his fingers, subconsciously spoke an English word, and said.
When Zhou An said that, a black flame burned on his left arm.
"Black flame?" Master Jing did not notice what Zhou An said in English, but noticed the black flame.
"Since you have flames, then these paintings will be handed over to you." Guo Fu noticed English, but she thought it was a local language from somewhere.
"I only attack the paintings in the sky, and the paintings that are automatically attacked will be handed over to you. I believe you also know that even if I burn these paintings in the sky, it will not work.
Only by burning those paintings can you solve the big problem.” Zhou An said.
"Leave it to us." Master Jing said.
"It's just that these paintings have been eliminated by us. Isn't Yibei and Yizhong there taking advantage?" Guo Fu said.
"If they want to take over, just take over. Once they pass this level, they will see life and death with them. There are only two of us, and we can deal with them with our strength." Master Jing said confidently.
"Since you have allocated it, I'll leave these attacked paintings to you." After Zhou An finished speaking, he used the ladder clouds to move towards Zhou An, and the paintings attacking Zhou An rushed towards Zhou An, but was slapped by Beijing.
The master and Guo Fu stopped him.
Zhou An stepped on the ladder clouds and came to the paintings in the sky. Zhou An's arm burned black flames, burning towards dozens of nearby paintings with a scorching torrent.
As Zhou An's strength increased, the power of his dark skills also increased.
These pictures cannot resist the black flames at all.
At the beginning, dozens of paintings burned, then hundreds of paintings burned, then thousands or tens of thousands of paintings burned, and finally all the paintings in the sky burned.
That spectacular, can you imagine that the whole sky is burning with flames, like a world of flames.
This is the first time Zhou An has seen such a shocking scene, especially because he has caused it himself. Originally, Zhou An wanted to burn dozens of paintings and burn a few more times to reduce the paintings in the sky, but Zhou An did not expect
It only burned once, and the flames burned on the paintings unconsciously burned towards the surrounding paintings. As a result, all the paintings caught fire soon.
And when the painting burns, the drawings in the paintings burst out and eventually they burn.
So because the sky formed a world of flames, the temperature on the ground rose rapidly, and Zhou An was so hot that he kept sweating and dyed his clothes wet.
"You dare to kill me too!" At this time, Master Jing shouted loudly.
Zhou An looked and saw an arrow emitting black light, shooting towards Master Jing's eyebrows.
All the paintings were burned, and there was no worries. Yibei there attacked Master Jing.
A black paper man appeared in Master Jing's hand, and he pressed his eyebrows. The paper man turned into a black ghost head. This head has no ears, no nose, no mouth, no eyes, no hair, no chin, no solemn, no yes, no hair, no chin, it cannot be said that it is.
No, but the ears, nose, mouth, eyes, hair, and chin on the head of the evil ghost, which looked extremely miserable.
In fact, the black paper man in his hand made of the evil ghost's head was made in an extremely cruel way. First, cut off a person's head. When the head was cut off, it must have a breath of breath and did not die immediately.
.
In this breath, cut off all the ears, nose, mouth, eyes, hair, and chin on the head, let the head be in extreme pain, and condense all the hatred, resentment, and ruthlessness with the head, so that it can be used to make the head look like a complete set of hatred, resentment, and ruthlessness.
The power of the head itself has increased by more than ten times, and it also has an auxiliary attack of hatred, resentment, and harshness, which is extremely powerful.