Royal Master Painter

Chapter 384

The Babu Tianlong Realm will be impacted from thousands of miles away from time to time, but it is just a test, and no one has come here in real body.

"Yan Ji, do you feel it?"

A powerful spiritual consciousness that just flashed from outside the realm of the eight dragons was once again forced back by Boss Qing.

Only then did Yan Ji understand that Boss Qing's strength is so terrifying that he can even compete with the Lord of the Eight Houses.

The domineering spiritual knowledge just now is extremely rare in the world, Yan Ji guessed that it should belong to Lei Huaji, the master of Wufu.

"The people who spied on Qingdu just now include Ji Li, Yuan Teng, Lei Huaji, Zhang Lingsu, and old monk Yuxing, and they all have insight into the dangers of Qingdu.

But as I expected, no one will come, this is the current Bafu! "

Boss Qing laughed disdainfully.

"Because of Jiang Li's incident, the Wen Mansion offended other people and was isolated by the Seven Mansions." Yan Ji sighed, life and death were at stake, and they actually stood by and watched.

"Yan Ji, you are too naive. The Eight Houses have deep grievances, and the masters of these houses have their own thoughts. How dare they get involved in such a disaster if they can't hide in time. What happened to Jiang Greed is just a slight It's just an insignificant item." Boss Qing knew everything.

"Whether they come or not, the Qing capital is here, and they cannot perish."

"Well said." Boss Qing clapped his hands, "Don't blame others for ignoring death, because if the Baiyang Sect is the first to attack Confucianism, will you save it?"

"Save them? I just hate that they don't die!" Yan Ji said coldly.

"That's right, those old guys in the Wen Mansion think the same as you. The Yuling Continent is only so big. If one mansion dies, the other seven mansions will just throw their crowns at each other to celebrate, and then start to divide and eat like a pack of wolves."

"Don't think that without foreign aid, our Qingdu will definitely lose. We will never let others take care of Wenfu's security. We can't lose with Changli!"

"Wei Changli... is indeed the most difficult bone in the Eight Houses."

Boss Qing was also very apprehensive, watching countless murderous auras pouring into the sky frantically, where is the place where Wei Changli and Ci Zhaoren fought.

This was the first time in so many years that Wei Changli had such a serious intention to kill. His own spiritual power merged with the infinite killing intent.

The Raptor Monument, the Stone Gate Monument, and the Tian Dao Monument, these three chapters each have their own unique abilities.

Ci Zhaoren has an immortal body, and it is impossible to kill ordinary people, and only the War Snake Monument, which can gather murderous aura between heaven and earth, can succeed.

"Since the giant pythons have multiplied, they often live for thousands of years. The long road is covered by daylight, and the green stream steams with poisonous smoke. Fighting dragons and blue seas, floating boats with blood on the flat ground."

Ci Zhaoren looked at Wei Changli waving his hair, and a world-destroying python loomed behind him, occupying half of the sky. A penetrating chill rose from the bottom of his heart, and he was blocked by the three inscriptions.

If he took this blow head-on, Ci Zhaoren felt that even if he didn't die, he would be seriously injured.

Ci Zhaoren clasped his palms together and muttered words.

Chiyang and Baiyang erupted with bright light, and two beams of light traversed Xiaohan, breaking through the suppression of the three inscriptions.

When Guanghua was at its peak, it separated into six giant dragons, roaming the sky below the sky, and Ci Zhaoren is the king of this world!
"The Eight Houses stole the light of this world and disturbed the ancient order. Now it's time to pay the price. Only Baiyang God is the eternity of this Yuling Continent."

"Baiyang divine art, the six dragons will return to the sun!"

Everyone in Qingdu looked up at the sky, one was black and the other was white, and the two sides would not compromise or give in to each other.

In contrast, Wei Changli, as the head of Wenfu, is like a god of killing in the world, while the kindly person who represents evil shines all over the world.

With the last touch down, the most terrifying Snake Slaying Monument among the Ten Posts in the World was finally completed.

The Extinguishing Python rushed into Baiyang with Wei Changli's most determined killing intent. The Baiyang Divine Art is also the top method in the Yuling Continent. Six dragons and one python are entangled together. Discoloration.

The murderous aura is dissipating, and the light of Bai Yang is also dimming.

Wei Changli pierced the palm of his hand with the tip of his nose, and sucked up the blood with the brush pen. Seeing the blood on the Snake Slaying Monument, he became even more violent and unstoppable.

The big black snake swallowed Baiyang and Chiyang in one gulp, the six dragons were shattered, Baiyang was wiped out, and a terrifying wave of spiritual power burst out from the sky, affecting thousands of miles away, many mountains were directly shattered, and it was kind to everyone. His body turned into countless beams of brilliance and scattered all over Qingdu.

"Did you win?"

"It really is Master Wei!"

Many scribes had relaxed smiles on their faces, even if the situation in front of them was not good for the Wenfu, so what?They have the peak combat power enough to reverse everything.

Wei Changli himself also felt a little weird. In the battle of Ziwu Valley, the Wen Mansion paid a very heavy price to win, but he won it too easily.

Of course, the person who knows the most about the Baiyang Sect is the deceased second-generation Palace Master Xiaoyao Gong. The Baiyang Sect has not appeared in the sun for seven or eight hundred years, and its weird methods make people have to guard against it.

"It's not that simple, don't let your guard down!" Wei Changli's voice spread throughout Qingdu.

The scattered brilliance of Ci Zhaoren turned into strands of light the size of fireflies sprinkled all over Qingdu, falling on countless ordinary people. Those who stayed behind closed doors and waited for Wenfu to expel foreign enemies had confusion in their eyes.

These faint lights gradually merged into the human body, and an old man with a cane found that his body was much more relaxed.

"What's going on..." The old man was a little strange.

The voice of his wife chattering came from the room, and he was complaining about him drinking secretly, complaining about his faults, picky from head to toe, the old man had heard such words all his life, and in the past he was deaf.

But at this moment, a wave of irritability welled up in his heart, he took a knife from the kitchen and entered the room.

"You bitch!"

Shouts and screams can be heard endlessly.

Wen Mo flourished in Qingdu, and tens of thousands of scholars boasted about their lives. The Wenfu's thousand years of education made murders rarely occur in Qingdu, but this old man was just the beginning of the tragedy.

An emotion that had been suppressed in the dark began to revive, and everyone became irritable and irritable.

The baby in the room was wailing, but the young mother had already fallen into madness.

"Can you shut up and stop crying!"

"How did I give birth to something like you?"

The more the mother spoke, the angrier she became, and she pinched the baby on the neck...
A young man has long set his sights on the beautiful woman married to the tuberculosis ghost next door, but because of the secular vision and Qingdu's ethics, he dare not make any move beyond the threshold.

But today he went mad and rushed into the house, kicked the tuberculosis ghost over, and then, like a beast, raped his wife in front of her husband in the courtyard in broad daylight.

Tragedy is spreading everywhere in Qingdu!

After seeing the chaos in Qingdu, Wei Changli did not help to resolve the disaster, but stayed out of it like a bystander.

And he looked at the school that he had devoted himself to protecting for thousands of years, with a mysterious smile on the corner of his mouth.

Wei Changli stepped on the ink cloud and descended step by step to the Wenfu, while dragons and phoenixes flew around him, and everything he passed turned into ruins.

The seven pavilions built in the cloud were the first to suffer. They all set up extremely powerful spiritual formations, but they couldn't stop Wei Changli.

Starting from the pen retreat pavilion at the top, one pavilion after another, the millennium heyday will end in smoke and dust.

"Master Wei, what are you doing..."

An old scribe stood in front of Wei Changli, Wei Changli ignored this person's dissuasion, Mo Long passed through his body, and the old scribe's body exploded to death.

This old scribe did not rest in peace. He never thought that the Palace Master whom they admired all their lives would attack his own people.

Wei Changli's abnormal movement attracted the attention of many people, and he was walking towards Wengong Liu step by step.

Wen Gong Liu is the symbol of Wen Mansion. Seeing that Wei Changli wanted to destroy Wen Gong Liu, many people stood in front of the old willow tree.

"Master Wei..."

Wei Changli struggled a little at first, and then laughed maniacally.

"Master, master, you have trapped me in 810 for four years!"

"30 days and nights, suffering every day, do you know how much pain I endured?"

"In these years, I have never slept peacefully. I am afraid that I will dream of the woman I love, the grand scene I yearn for, and then I can't help but leave this Wenfu."

"Qi Cifeng, Lu Daoxuan, who can't be the palace master, why should I sacrifice my ideals, my freedom, my nature, and let me be a golden bird in a cage."

"This is the shackles of my life..."

After the madness, Wei Changli seemed to have made up his mind, his figure elongated infinitely, and all those who blocked him were swallowed by the ink, and the Wen Gong Liu, which had stood for more than 400 years, collapsed suddenly!

"It's good to destroy everything, it's completely destroyed, and it's quiet!"

The Wenfu was turned into ruins, without the Wenfu, there would be no bondage, and he was free!

(End of this chapter)