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Chapter 689 Guangchengzi fights against the master of painting, Tang Monk uses the power of the sun and the moon

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    Taiyi Zhenren proposed that the disciples of Yuxu Palace besiege the master of painting.

    Guangchengzi refused.

    "Who is the Painting Master? Is he worthy of being besieged by the three masters of our Yuxu Palace? I can definitely kill the Painting Master on my own!"

    Guangchengzi swung his male and female swords, and fought with the master of painting.

    Yunxia looked at Tang Monk and said, "Sage, do you think Guangchengzi can win?"

    Tang Monk smiled and said: "Guangchengzi's cultivation level is not much higher than that of Taiyi Zhenren and Chijingzi. He is also arrogant and despises the master of painting. I don't think he can defeat the master of painting."

    The painting hand is as flexible and smooth as summer silk, easily avoiding the male and female swords, and the judge's pen draws streaks of lightning in the air.

    Lightning was originally embedded in the sky, and the Holy Hand of Painting activated the spell, and the lightning instantly came to life. Purple-gold, silver-white lightning tore the sky, turned into a lightning storm, and struck Guang Chengzi.

    The lightning from the Holy Painting Hand struck Guang Chengzi¡¯s purple ribbon fairy clothes and disappeared without a trace.

    Guangchengzi swung the Soul-Destroying Bell away, and the Soul-Destroying Bell made a strange sound.

    Once the Soul-Destroying Bell is shaken, the enemy can lose their soul and become devastated.

    However, the attack of the Soul Falling Bell has no effect on the Holy Hand of Painting.

    "Guangchengzi, for thousands of years, you, the masters of Yuxu Palace, have only counted these few. Your moves and magic weapons have been clearly known to the Dark Lord for a long time. Your Soul Falling Bell will not interfere at all.  It¡¯s not up to my mind.¡±

    Guangchengzi was so depressed that he used the Heavenly Seal to strike at the face of Danqing Shengshou.

    During the Conferred Gods War, Guangchengzi relied on the Fantian Seal to shine. He once used the Fantian Seal to kill the Golden Light Holy Mother and the Fire Spirit Holy Mother, sending these two people to the list of gods.

    Fan Tianyin is also the most powerful magic weapon in the hands of Guangchengzi. Facing the attack of Fan Tianyin, Danqing Sage did not dare to neglect it. He made a stroke with the judge's pen and placed a bronze shield on his head.

    A skull is engraved on the bronze shield, with its empty eyes looking at the sky.

    Fan Tianyin shattered the bronze shield, but this attack ended there.

    The painting master stepped on the dark clouds, splashed ink in the air, and drew swarms of bloodthirsty bats.

    Guang Chengzi rushed to the painting master, and the painting master activated the spell, and the bloodthirsty bats in the painting screamed and besieged Guang Chengzi.

    Guangchengzi swung away the male and female swords, and tens of thousands of sword lights flew out, tearing apart every bat in the air.

    Danqing Sage said disdainfully: "Guangchengzi, you disciples of Yuxu Palace are just relying on these magic weapons of Yuanshi Tianzun. If Yuanshi Tianzun is willing to give me the Heavenly Seal and the magic weapon of Falling Soul Bell, I can also conquer the three realms.  Walk."

    Guangchengzi said bitterly: "You have repeatedly slandered Yuxu Palace. Today, Luoxia Valley will be your burial place!"

    The master of painting sneered.

    "The Dark Lord has polluted the long river of history. He is the master of the past, future and present. The entire three realms are the Dark Temple of the Dark Lord. You so-called gods and Buddhas are just like the other living beings in the Three Realms, just lambs to be slaughtered!  "

    The painting master¡¯s hand is in the air, using the sky as a drawing board, sometimes drawing dragons, sometimes drawing harpies, and continues to fight Guangchengzi.

    Yunxiao looked at the dark sun in the distance and lost his patience.

    "The troops from Heavenly Court, Yuxu Palace and Lingshan came here to purify the dark sun and save the three realms. Now, we are blocked here by a mere painting master. How can we behave like this?"

    The golden dragon scissors swayed in the sky.

    The Golden Dragon Scissors are transformed from two prehistoric dragons, absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and the essence of the sun and moon. Once sacrificed, two dragons will fly out, like scissors, and can cut the enemy into two pieces.

    The clouds released golden dragon shears, and two giant golden dragons flew out from the sky above Luoxia Valley, like two gates, guillotining towards the holy hand of Danqing.

    The Holy Hand of Painting was secretly frightened, and hurriedly flew to dodge, avoiding the critical attack of the golden dragon scissors.

    Maitreya Buddha holds a human seed bag and hangs it in the air to collect the painting's holy hand.

    The surrounding mountain peaks, forests, and lakes were all absorbed into the human race bag. The painting's holy hand changed with the wind and avoided the human race bag.

    Maitreya Buddha was very depressed.

    The master of painting sneered: "The clouds in heaven, the future Buddha Maitreya in Lingshan, the masters of Yuxu Palace, Taiyi Zhenren, Chi Jingzi and Guangchengzi, took turns to besiege me, but they still couldn't do anything to me.

    "It seems that the three realms are full of people who deceive the world and steal their reputation. I, the master of painting, often?The battle at Luoxia Mountain will definitely be famous in the three realms. People in the Underworld, Dragon Palace, Heavenly Court, Yuxu Palace, and Tusita Palace will be afraid when they hear my name in the future.  "

    Tang Monk stepped on the somersault cloud and flew to the painting's holy hand.

    "You haven't fought with me yet, and you might die soon. Once you die in my hands, the battle in Luoxia Valley heard by the three realms will be a different version."

    The painting master showed a mocking smile.

    "Tang Monk, you have killed many demon heroes, but it's a pity that you are still no match for me."

    The painting master used the judge's pen to draw the ground as a prison, and an iron cage instantly covered Tang Monk. Tang Monk swung the Xingtian Sword, and the Xingtian Sword easily tore apart the iron cage. Tang Monk rushed out easily.

    Tang Monk shook his wrist and swung his sword at an angle, piercing the heart of the painting's holy hand. The painting's holy hand used the judge's pen to block. Tang's monk danced the Xingtian Sword, stepped on the somersault cloud, and whirled and slashed.

    ??The Holy Painting Hand uses the Judge's Pen to turn it into a dark shield, so he can always block Tang Monk's Xingtian Sword.

    Tang Monk summoned the centipede.

    Centipede bees all over the sky descended from the sky and besieged the Holy Hand of Painting. The judge pen of the Holy Hand of Painting was glowing with blood.

    The judge's pen poked into the air, and the universe rippled. The surrounding air trembled violently, and then seemed to freeze, and all the centipedes were frozen in the air.

    The judge¡¯s pen struck a seal, and the centipedes all over the mountains and plains of Luoxia Valley turned into a painting, firmly embedded in the air.

    Tang Monk quickly touched the Qiankun Ring, and the centipede turned into white light and flew back to the small universe of the Qiankun Ring.

    The painting sage hand is in the air, moving like a dragon. Clicking left and right, there is just a blurry image in the air. Tang Monk, Guangchengzi, Yunxiao, Maitreya Buddha and others who are watching the battle can't see what the painting sage hand is painting.  .

    After a while, the holy hand of painting activated the spell, and the ink image in the air instantly turned into a ferocious and brutal army, with thousands of troops.

    These armies were all wolf knights, griffon knights, bat knights, and some were riding black bears. They rushed to besiege Tang Seng.

    The Painting Master said sternly: "Tang Monk, relying on the powerful power given to me by the Dark Lord, I can draw any dark army as I please. You have no chance of winning in front of me."

    Tang Monk's right eye was burning like molten gold, while his left eye was like a winter lake inlaid with frost and snow.

    The masters of painting, Guangchengzi, Chijingzi, Maitreya Buddha and Yunxiao were all surprised to see that in one of Tang Monk's eyes was a full moon, and in the other eye was a golden sun.

    "Tang Monk's brocade cassock is half decorated with the sun and half with the bright moon.

    The madness of the Painting Master disappeared without a trace, and his eyes widened.

    "What kind of move is this? The moon and the sun appeared on him at the same time. Is there really someone in the world who can master the two powers of extreme yin and extreme yang at the same time?" (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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