God Ring Howl

Seeing that the first move failed to achieve obvious results, the fake Zhao Xiang immediately launched a new attack.

Above Xuanzong's main hall, the two sides have the same moves and equal strength, even the expressions on their faces and the angle of thinking are exactly the same.

For a while, the sky was dark and the sky was dark, the gunpowder smoke filled the air, panting, and there was a winner or loser.

No one can suppress anyone, and no one can gain an absolute advantage.

Time passed quickly amidst the sound of explosions, shouts, and the impact of treasures.

After a cup of tea, the two fought fiercely many times in the hall, and finally confronted each other again.

The chests of the two were heaving rapidly, and at the same time they raised their right hands to wipe the sweat from their foreheads.

The fake Zhao Xiang said to Zhao Xiang with a cruel tone, and his voice was sinister.

"Zhao Xiang, today either you die or I die, neither of us can escape."

"Hmph, I am your shadow, even if you escape from Xuanzong's main hall, I will always follow you like a shadow, like a gangrene."

"You'll never get rid of me, never, not until you're out of your wits."

Zhao Xiang's anger just now was actually a means to "confuse" the painting god Han Tian.

Its purpose is just to make the fake Zhao Xiang proud, make the fake Zhao Xiang rampant, and make the fake Zhao Xiang misunderstand.

He mistakenly thought that Zhao Xiang had really fallen into the killing plan carefully designed by his painting god Han Tian, ​​who tried everything.

It made Han Tian, ​​the god of painting, feel that his calculation was almost half successful.

When people are arrogant, they may reveal some secrets in their words and expressions.

His face was still full of anger, but Zhao Xiang was extremely calm and thinking about countermeasures rationally.

Zhao Xiang adjusted the frequency of the consciousness wave to the extreme peak of millions of times in an instant, and tried his best to replay everything that happened before.

The image of Han Tian, ​​the god of painting, circling around Zhao Xiang quickly appeared in front of his eyes.

In the screen, Han Tian drew ten portraits of himself in a row, and then sprayed his blood on the portraits.

Then the ten portraits merged into one as if they were alive, and then a transparent light and shadow condensed into one.

In the end, the transparent light and shadow successfully merged with the painting god, transforming into a fake Zhao Xiang.

Why do you have to spray out the blood, why do you have to draw ten portraits, is there any mystery hidden in it.

Zhao Xiang's divine sense wave was running, analyzing, and synthesizing vigorously. Suddenly, Zhao Xiang grasped the crux of the problem. [

To spray off the blood, of course, was to revive the portrait with his own blood and spiritual thoughts.

Although the vermilion pen of the painting god is also an important key, the blood of the painting god is not necessarily the blood of the ancient gods.

Even if it is the blood of the ancient gods, does this blood contain the blood of giants, ancient demons, and mortals?

The fake Zhao Xiang he transformed into is actually not the real Zhao Xiang, and is far from my real Zhao Xiang.

To deal with him, I, Zhao Xiang, are not afraid.

As for painting ten portraits instead of nine or eleven, is this related to the three souls and seven souls of human beings?

Zhao Xiang suddenly thought of Han Tian's title of "Painting God".

He became more and more sure that the ten images Han Tian drew were actually paintings of his own gods.

In other words, this "god" is Zhao Xiang's three souls and seven souls, which seems mysterious, but nothing more.

Hmph, I, Zhao Xiang, have cultivated ten Nascent Souls in my dantian. I know how many souls I have. If you, Han Tian, ​​draw fifty portraits, you may be able to put Zhao Xiang in danger and die, but now, hehe ...

What's more, Zhao Huan, who exists as a spirit and a person, is almost a clone of me, Zhao Xiang.

How could it be that you, the so-called "painting god" Han Tian, ​​could draw it in a short period of time?

After figuring this out, Zhao Xiang immediately had a solution, and looked at Han Tian, ​​the god of painting, as if looking at an ant.

Zhao Xiang's voice was as cold as a knife.

"Painting God, you said that you are like a shadow, like a gangrene attached to a bone."

"Do you know, a shadow will always be a shadow, and it will never become a master at all."

"Have you ever heard of such a ridiculous thing that someone is afraid of his own shadow falling on the ground?"

"Tell you, no matter what you paint, just replace the beam with the pillar, hum, the beam will always be the beam, and it will never become the pillar."

"It's so clever, I figured out the key points so quickly, but Zhao Xiang." The painting god Han Tian laughed, full of ridicule and teasing, "What's the use of you knowing so much, can you change your destiny? , Can you kill me?"

With a weird smile on Zhao Xiang's indifferent face, he replied meaningfully.

"Hey, God of Painting, it doesn't matter if you don't believe it, don't you understand everything after you try it."

As soon as the words fell, Zhao Xiang flung out his left hand, and the soul slip also shot out from his Laogong acupoint with incredible speed.

As a result, a large cloud of white mist suddenly opened up, quickly enveloping his whole body.

Seeing this, the fake Zhao Xiang flicked his left hand in the same way, and said sarcastically.

"Who will you scare with the Soul Jane? Look at me."

As a result, a large cloud of white mist also appeared outside the fake Zhao Xiang's body.

However, at this moment, a decisive and cold "color" appeared in Zhao Xiang's eyes.

He looked at fake Zhao Xiang with a piercing coldness as if he was looking at a dead object.

This expression was truly captured by the painting god wrapped in the white mist, but he didn't quite understand why it happened.

However, at this moment, the painting god felt a trace of uneasiness in his heart, and fear appeared on his calm and composed face. This fear became more and more intense, and in an instant it turned into a frenzy of panic.

What's more, the life-and-death crisis suddenly rose, pervading his whole body, making the hairs of his whole body stand on end.

This feeling rarely appeared in Huashen's tens of thousands of years of experience, but every time it appeared, it was extremely dangerous.

It was a matter of life and death, the god of painting, Han Tian, ​​raised his left hand without hesitation, and threw the Zhu Bi straight at Zhao Xiang.

A loud sneer fell into the eyes of the painting god.

When the fake Zhao Xiang keenly sensed the danger, he raised his left hand and threw the ink pen.

A light spot shot out from the ancestral orifice on Zhao Xiang's forehead, and because of the extremely fast speed, there was a loud sound of breaking through the air.

This spot of light contained a soul-shattering power, while the God of painting was stunned and shocked, it rushed into his chest in one fell swoop, frantically devouring his vitality.

The vermilion brush thrown by the painting god suddenly stopped in mid-air due to the lack of urges from magic formulas, spiritual energy, and support from Yuanli.

As if he had been immobilized, he didn't move at all, but a trembling light shone.

And almost at the same time, the painting god shouted loudly, enduring the pain of the great trauma of the primordial spirit in his body.

"Under the peerless supernatural powers of my painting god, no one can escape with their lives."

"Tell me Zhao Xiang, why is this, why, you tell me, otherwise I will die as a painting god."

Accident, fear, shock, unwillingness, regret, all kinds of feelings converge into a surge of disbelief and resentment.

The God of Painting still didn't understand why this shocking scene happened.

The divine ring can be big or small, big time limit, small shape, unstoppable attack and indestructible defense.

Especially Zhao Huan, the weapon spirit of Shenhuan, after Zhao Xiang's transformation against the sky, now has the characteristics of a human being and a weapon spirit.

And Zhao Huan possessed the supernatural power of transforming virtual reality into reality, which further increased the terrifying power of the divine ring against the sky.

After Huashen was hit by the divine ring, his body instantly returned to its original appearance.

His face was pale, sweat was pouring down like rain, the corners of his mouth were bleeding, and his eyes were full of fear and doubt.

Zhao Xiang walked steadily, Shi Shiran walked up to the God of Painting, snorted coldly, and then said calmly.

"I said that you know too little about me. Only by knowing yourself and the enemy can you win a hundred battles. In fact, from the very beginning, you three friends, Yun Ni, were doomed to fail, even if you tried your best to plan and design to harm me."

"It's not like this, it's definitely not like this." The painting god roared hoarsely, "My painting god's supernatural powers are wonderful, even if I can't fully understand your secrets, as long as the three souls and seven souls I draw are fused with me, we It will be the same as you, the difference is very small and can be ignored, please tell me what is the reason."

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