Royal Master Painter

Chapter 392

Ci Zhaoren couldn't find him everywhere, and Jiang Greed was a little frustrated. If he couldn't be found, the attack on Qingdu could not be said to be a victory this time. Two things are indispensable.

A ray of white flame rose from the palm, and it seemed to convey some news while twisting and jumping, and Ci Zhaoren's brows frowned.

"Disorderly city? It's not easy to handle anywhere"

With one wave of ups and downs and another wave of ups and downs, Ci Zhaoren suddenly felt a little tricky.

"We must not let him enter Disorder City, otherwise we will be in trouble!"

Cizhaoren took some experts from the Baiyang Sect and went straight to Disorder City, and the rest of the people were responsible for getting rid of those old scribes in the Wenfu. Boss Youqing was not worried about any accidents here in Cizhaoren, let alone There are still a bunch of strong people in the Guruhui.

Wei Changli is the person standing at the top of the Yuling Continent. He has been in the world for 800 years and has overlooked all living beings. up!

Wei Changli's face was bloodless. He suffered a crushing defeat in "Wonders of a Hundred Worlds", and the torment of disasters in the six worlds also made him mentally weak, and his life was on the verge of hanging by a thread.

"If you weren't injured by Ci Zhaoren, even I wouldn't be able to win against you!" Boss Qing was also seriously injured.

"It's fortunate that you didn't die at the hands of others, you can only die at my hands, and become the smoke and dust of the Yuling Continent along with the Wenfu."

Boss Qing's spiritual power connects to the sky, and an extraterrestrial meteorite pierces through the sky. People in Qingdu look at the fiery red sky and feel that the end of the world is coming.

"Tianxin Mansion Astrology? Is the Millennium Holy Land of Wen Mansion going to be destroyed in my hands?"

Wei Changli had anticipated today's situation a long time ago, and knew that Yushenji's words had never been wrong, but he was still a little unwilling.

In the majestic momentum, Wei Changli swayed in the air like fallen leaves in the wind, unable to control himself.

"Run away, run away..."

The meteorite was as big as the sun and the moon, and Qingdu fell into a huge panic, but a figure appeared above Qingdu.

This figure was thin and thin, but he blocked under the meteorite without hesitation.

"Master Wei, it's Mr. Wei..."

At this moment, Wei Changli was drenched in blood, completely lost the elegance and demeanor of the past, and he was pressing his teeth to prevent Qingdu from being destroyed by meteorites.

In Qingdu, Wei Changli had a bad reputation, and the prodigal son Wei Ruanruan's reputation was well known to all women and children.

But it was this person who was ridiculed by them who was fighting for them, especially the hollow wound left on his abdomen by the calamity of the six worlds, which showed everyone how fierce the battle he had gone through.

Wei Changli has reached the point of exhaustion, how can he resist such an attack, after his body is smashed into dust, he will fly up again and again, if he can't stop, Qingdu will be wiped out...

All the ridicule in the past turned into guilt, and the people in Qingdu even covered their faces and wept.

This old man is fighting against all disasters for them with the dignity of the palace lord.

"what…."

Relying on his tenacious will to wake himself up, Wei Changli transferred the meteorite to Xiandu Mountain with a roar using the little remaining spiritual power.

Ten thousand feet of flames blazed up, shining on Wei Changli's steel-like face.

Wei Changli clutched his chest, showing his exhaustion.

"No, I can't fall down yet"

He was the last barrier in Qingdu. Wei Changli tried his best not to fall down, but he had already lost all means of fighting.

"Wei Changli is incompetent. He can't protect the foundation of Wenfu, and he can't protect the people of the Qing capital. Now he can only open a way for you to die."

"Sometimes the yin and yang are chaotic, and there is no distinction between ambiguity and coolness. I am amazed at the color of the sky, and suddenly the fog is everywhere. Although it is impossible to see it, only the golden drum can be heard."

Wei Changli's voice spread to every corner of Qingdu, and those scribes also sat cross-legged when they heard the voice, with solemn expressions, and at the same time recited this famous text through the ages.

"If it is dark at the beginning, it will hide the leopard in the South Mountain; gradually it will be full, and you will be fascinated by the Kun in the North Sea."

Shen Dachi directly repelled Song Yingzhong in front of him, chanting.

"Then it goes up to the high sky, down to the thick ground, so vast and boundless."

"Whale salamander jumps out of the water, and dragon dives into the abyss and exhales."

"It's also like Mei Lin's harvest, the spring is cloudy and cold, the darkness is dark, and the vastness is long."

For a moment, a huge fog began to cover Qingdu. In this fog, even the power of the enlightened ones was suppressed to the extreme, and the people of Baiyang Sect were even pushed out of the fog.

""Ode to the River in the Mist"!" Boss Qing's face darkened, "Do you want to escape?"

Doors appeared in the mist, women and children walked in front, young and old guarded at the side, helping each other to go in.

With the fall of the Qing capital, many people from the Baiyang Sect rushed to the Wenfu Shanshui pen stand. Just as they were about to rush in and loot the Wenfu, one after another stone monuments slowly rose, enclosing the Wenfu in the center!
Wei Changli vomited blood in his mouth, but there was still no hesitation in writing.

"The jade to Kunshan is the treasure of easy-going."

All the scholars also abandoned the land in front of them and rushed back to the Wenfu, and forcibly wrote with the little spiritual power left.

This inscription has unfathomable power, even those old scholars can hardly accept its meaning, a mouthful of blood sprayed on the stone tablet, and some even fell directly in front of the stone tablet.

People fell, but the pen never fell to the ground, and someone later took over the pen and wrote again.

"The pearl of the hanging moon, the sword of Tai'a."

"Riding on the slender horse, building the flag of the green phoenix, and the drum of the tree spirit."

These scholars used their lives to leave blood and words on each stone tablet. A mysterious force on the stone tablets exploded together, and anyone who tried to get close was blown away.

Song Yingzhong wanted to rush away with the strength of Wangxian Nine Realm, after all, there should be many treasures in Wenfu.

However, hundreds of stone tablets rebounded all his strength, and even Song Yingzhong fell to the ground with anger and blood boiling.

"This is the ten posts in the world, the chasing guest monument!"

Boss Qing saw that Wei Changli had opened up a way of life for the people of Qingdu with "Ode to the Great Mist and Chuijiang", and set up a stele to protect Wenfu, and he himself was ready to fall!

After doing all this, Wei Changli was exhausted, his hair was all white, his face was haggard, and his figure was crumbling.

Supporting him with one hand, he never fell down.

"Kaibao?" Wei Changli forced a smile when he saw Feng Kaibao.

"Master Wei..."

As Feng Kaibao's most talented disciple, he had never seen the indomitable Wei Changli look so weak, and felt a little sad for a while.

He even felt Wei Changli's lightness with his supporting hand, as if a gust of wind would blow him down.

"Master Wei, we still need to delay for a while before the people in "The Ode to the River in the Mist" can escape from Qingdu!"

"Okay, let me..."

Before he could complete a sentence, Wei Changli coughed violently. The calamity of the Six Realms was tormenting this skinny old man all the time.

(End of this chapter)