I have a roll of fairy pictures

Chapter 173

The young master made quick calculations, and his eyes were shining brightly: "The other party can gather [-] elite soldiers and recruit [-] old, weak, sick, and disabled mob troops, which is already a breakthrough."

"I have 40 elites, and I have the entire world as a supply. I also have twelve mythological scrolls, and it is easy to flatten this world. What storms are being stirred up?"

There was a gleam of light in the eyes of the young master: "Have the five true biographies of Shengtian Painting Academy, as well as the eldest prince and Duan Wang really come out of the small world?"

After all, he has won the secrets of military strategists, supported the overall situation of the Southwest for 80 years, and has always acted cautiously.

"I saw it with my own eyes, absolutely correct." Wang Gaoqiu said.

The young master nodded: "So, there are only Huo Taixian and the little master left in this world. Huo Taixian is just a waste of the Huo family who is raised in the mansion, so there is nothing to be afraid of."

The young master looks down on Huo Taixian, and the only one who catches his eyes is the young master Wen Quan.

"However, the mountain is shrouded in clouds and mist, and people cannot be seen clearly from ten steps away. There may be an ambush." ​​Wang Gaoqiu said:
"We are only one step away from success now, and we must not be negligent, which will eventually lead to failure."

"It doesn't matter, what if there is an ambush in a mere hundred miles? We have an army of 40, and there are twelve artifacts. Huo Taixian doesn't show his face, hiding in the clouds and mists. If he dares to show up, call him There is no place to die." Wen Quan sneered:
"The other party is playing tricks, and at this point, we can't disperse our troops and give the other party a chance to defeat them one by one."

The young master picked up the command arrow: "Send 5000 people to press up first to explore the terrain in the clouds and mist. Then send 20 troops to stay behind. Ten miles away, [-] troops will stay behind, and every ten miles, [-] troops will stay behind. .The rest will be in my headquarters and follow me to support you.”

With one order, the three armies moved together.

farther away

Huo Taixian put his hands behind his back, and looked into the distance with a pair of eyes. His eyes seemed to be able to see through the clouds and mists, and through the sky to see through the uncultivated land.

"Are you really going to kill the Twelve Myths?" Babao sat beside Huo Taixian, with a look of worry in his big black and white eyes.

Huo Taixian didn't answer Babao's words, but took out a picture scroll from his sleeve, and slowly spread it out among the mountains:

"Chen Chen, the battlefield ahead."

"Om~"

In the Chunyang map, the swords were fighting, and there was only the faint sound of a dragon chant, and a blue light shot straight into the sky, pierced the sky in an instant, and flew towards the distant battlefield.

In the battle formation in the distance, the Twelve True Legends were mobilizing troops and horses. Looking at the battlefield ahead, they suddenly heard a faint dragon chant, and then saw the dragon soaring into the sky. Before everyone in the field could react, the green dragon had already rushed Enter the big account, and then turn around Chen Chen's head.

"Om~"

At the critical moment, the dragon-suppressing stake was activated, and the automatic savior pressed towards the green dragon, and even stalemate with the green dragon.

Among the mountains in the distance

Seeing this scene, Huo Taixian grinned: "I have known for a long time that the seeds of the Twelve True Inheritances have picture scrolls to protect them. It is by no means the same, but I still didn't expect the Twelve True Inheritances to be so difficult to deal with."

"But that's all." Huo Taixian's Chunyang real person walked out of his body, and merged with Huo Taixian's body:
"At this moment, I am the real Chunyang."

Huo Taixian clenched his palms at the camp in the distance, and then heard the sound of the dragon chant. The dragon-suppressing stake was broken in an instant, and then the green dragon circled around Chen Tong's neck. Chen Pan's head was covered by the green dragon, and he came In front of Huo Taixian.

"The power of mythology! This is the real power of mythology. Facing a master of mythology, even ordinary people such as you hold a divine weapon, but it is still difficult to compete with mythology. There is a complete law in my body, how can I Is it an ordinary myth?" Looking at the bloody head in front of him, Huo Taixian stretched out his hand to hold Chen Dan's bun, watching the dark red blood dripping, Huo Taixian's eyes showed a hint of sneer.

"Brother Huo, did you really kill him?" Babao looked at Huo Taixian with tears in his eyes and tears in his eyes.

"Of course! If in the outside world, there is the guardianship of the teacher of the Academy of Natural Painting, and the power of the teacher can project twelve artifacts at any time, I can't help him. But in the small world, hehe, there is a difference between the small world and the big world after all." There was a smile in Huo Taixian's eyes:
"Don't worry, taking this opportunity, I will kill them all and vent my anger on you."

In the big tent in the distance
Twelve Mythical Seeds were forming their formations to deduce possible dangers in the mist. Everyone could only hear a faint dragon chant, and then a stream of clear air emerged, which turned into a dragon shape and surrounded Chen Dan.

Without waiting for everyone to be alert, the Dragon Suppressing Stake had already been activated, and then the green dragon shook slightly, and then the protective power of the Dragon Suppressing Stake was broken, and Chen Dan's head had been removed.

"Mythology! It's Mythology who made the move! There are myths in this world." The young master was so startled that his scalp was numb, and he jumped up suddenly.

"It can't be a myth, this world simply can't bear the power of a myth." Cang Lu suddenly raised his head, and walked away:

"He must not be told to run away."

"Chen Chen!"

The rest of the crowd let out an exclamation, being splashed all over their faces by the blood.

"Chasing! Chase me! Never tell him to run away! Never tell him to run away!"

Twelve Mythical Seeds soared into the sky one after another, chasing after Qinglong in the direction where he left.

external
The Virgin of the Golden Spirit, the Virgin of the Turtle Spirit, Deng Xinzi, Bai Mingli, Li Wenfang and others are watching the final battle in the small world.

"Do you think Huo Taixian alone, with only a few tens of thousands of troops, can still turn the tables?" Deng Xinzi leaned forward, his voice full of sarcasm:

"The main force of Shengtian Academy of Painting has been defeated, so what chance do they have? Just relying on their two soft-legged shrimps, why should they fight against the Twelve True Legends?"

"Hurry up and call them all up, obediently admit defeat! This competition, after all, my Academy of Natural Painting won. The eight hundred princes followed the general trend of the world, and the power of the Great Zhou was exhausted!" Deng Xinzi's voice was full of pride.

"Before it's over, there will be a big game. It's too early to say who will win." The Holy Mother of the Turtle Spirit looked indifferent, as if she didn't see the outcome in front of her eyes.

"The dead duck has a hard mouth, look at what the future king of the Great Zhou will look like? These two idiots are also worthy of being the king of the Great Zhou? If the Great Zhou is not exhausted, what is it?" Deng Xinzi's words were full of ridicule.

The words of the few people seemed to be another layer of barriers, and they were not heard by King Duan and the eldest prince.

Suddenly at this moment, Yu Yuan over there exclaimed: "Fuck! Master, look!"

After hearing the words, everyone followed the direction of Yu Yuan's finger and looked towards the small world below, just in time to see the scene where Huo Taixian beheaded Chen Chen.

"This?" The Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit and the Holy Mother of the Turtle Spirit were both stunned.

This is the Twelve True Disciples of the Academy of Natural Painting, and they were so easily beheaded?

"Stop!" The smile on Deng Xinzi's face froze, then turned into fright and anger, and suddenly slapped out his palm, about to cross the world to catch the small world.

"Lampwick, do you think I don't exist?" The Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit raised her eyebrows, her brows were full of evil spirits, and a flash of murderous intent flickered, so frightened that Lampwick dared not move.

"How dare he! How dare he! Disregarding the friendship between Nian and the Three Religions, he killed him." Deng Xinzi's eyes were full of murderous intent.

Ignoring the words of the wick, everyone stood quietly in front of the small world at this time, and the air fell into a deathly silence.

Like the calm before the storm, a depressed person's heart is full of restlessness and restlessness.

Everyone knows that a true master of the Academy of Natural Painting died, and the next thing, the two families will never let it go.

Even a bigger death feud seems to be forged at this time.

"click~"

Just when everyone was thinking about it, they suddenly heard thunder rolling over the small world, and a hazy figure with frightened and angry face projected down from the endless time and space.

Then the figure raised his hand, wrapped the wind and thunder in his palm, enveloped the world in all directions, and fell towards the small world.

"Godfather!"

"He is the godfather of the Academy of Natural Painting!"

Everyone looked at the illusory and hazy figure with seriousness in their eyes.

"Block him!" The Holy Mother of the Turtle Spirit yelled angrily, her whole body soared into the sky, and a sword was unsheathed behind her back, and she began to brew a big trend around her.

"The Patriarch attacks with hatred, you and I may not be able to stop it." The Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit took a deep breath.

"The other party comes across time and space, and you and I may not be able to stop them from thousands of miles away. How do you know if you don't try? We can't let people look down on us! Even if it is the ancestor who wants to kill me, a disciple of Shengtian Painting Academy You have to ask us before we can talk about it." The Holy Mother of Turtle Spirit said.

Seeing that the two masters of Shengtian Academy of Painting were about to fight against the Patriarch, at this moment they suddenly heard a laugh from the sky:
"Fang Sheng, you are too impatient. Life and death depend on your fate. Didn't you say that you depend on your own strength before entering the small world? Do you want to start a deadly battle between the two painting academies by intervening in the battlefield like this?"

Accompanied by the sound, the thunder in the sky dissipated, and the sky returned to clear in an instant.

"Hmph, do you think that Huo Taixian will feel better if he kills my disciples of the Academy of Natural Painting? It's just a fantasy. The remaining ten disciples of my Shengtian Academy of Painting will avenge him." The voice of the founder of the Academy of Natural Painting resounded in the clouds , the voice was full of ridicule.

"Even if I don't make a move, Huo Taixian will be dead." The voice of the founder of the Academy of Natural Painting was full of sneers.

While speaking, the Dragon Suppressing Stake flew out of the small world and disappeared into the clouds outside the sky without a trace.

"It's the Patriarch, the Patriarch has made a move." Gui Ling froze for a moment, and received the divine light all over his body.

"Huo Taixian is probably in danger. The next twelve mythical seeds must kill Huo Taixian at all costs." The Holy Mother of Guiling sighed.

"Huo Taixian has such abilities? The previous blow was not worse than the myth, right?" Duan Wang felt a little uncertain, thinking of what he had done to Huo Taixian, his heart sank to the bottom.

"Mythology can't break the Dragon Suppression Stake with one blow." The eldest prince also had a gloomy expression.

(End of this chapter)