Laozi, the Great Supreme Being

Chapter 847 The final blow, furious breeze

So what exactly is Ziwei's painting? Such a painting can be different from the previous painting, because there is only one figure in this painting, that is Zhen Yuanzi himself, but the Zhen Yuanzi in the painting looks very He was decadent, without a trace of immortality, his spirit was extremely low, and his face was extremely pale. It is obviously a portrayal of a complete mental breakdown under various blows.

Ziwei Changsheng felt a little helpless when she looked at the disciples and disciples like this, with such resentful eyes.

Ziwei snatched her painting back from the hands of her senior brother Jade Emperor Haotian, and then said to herself.

"I really want to ease the tense relationship with Immortal Zhen Yuanzi, because in my opinion, Immortal Zhen Yuanzi is so pitiful, wasting countless efforts and trying to get the coveted Emperor's Seal at all costs. This This kind of persistence makes every immortal cultivator moved, so I deliberately did not include other great immortals in this painting, but only him alone. What a great honor it is."

"I did it reluctantly at the risk of being dissatisfied by the other prehistoric immortals. Why did the Great Immortal Zhen Yuanzi faint after seeing my painting?"

"Bah, shameless person, my master is already so angry with you, how can you still be so unscrupulous? It's really shameless."

Qingfeng Mingyue, with their faces flushed, puffed up their cheeks, regardless of life and death, and shouted loudly at Ziwei Changsheng.

Hearing this, Ziwei Changsheng looked at each other, her big eyes glaring at her small ones, but she still couldn't understand the situation clearly.
  Looking at that look, he seemed very aggrieved.

"I originally wanted to take this painting as my compensation, but it seems that Zhen Yuanzi's disciple is very dissatisfied."

Ziwei said helplessly, lost in thought.

Then he suddenly raised his head in the next moment. The eyes radiate a bright light. Said happily.

"Well, let me add a seal to my painting, so that people in the three realms can know that this is my painting, and you can exchange it for some elixirs to nurse your master back to health, so that he can recover as soon as possible. come over."

Ziwei became very happy and thought this idea was wonderful.

When the ancient monks around him heard this, their faces twitched, and veins popped out on their foreheads.

I sighed in my heart.

"These two little thieves are so shameless. The Great Immortal Zhen Yuanzi has already been so wronged, and they still want to rub salt into the wound at this time. Oh, what a huge cause and effect the Immortal Zhen Yuanzi has taken on, come on I got these two living treasures to torture him."

The prehistoric monks present were extremely sympathetic to Zhen Yuanzi's experience.

Some prehistoric saints felt quite sad about the death of rabbits and foxes. They couldn't bear to see Zhen Yuanzi's miserable scene, but they were also wary of Ziwei Changsheng's rising and falling strength. They were very evil and didn't dare to get into trouble. They went too far one by one. They didn't want to see Ziwei Changsheng II. People show off their power there. Ziwei Changsheng didn’t realize it and still went her own way.

Changsheng reached into his arms with one hand, took out a very simple seal from his chest, and then printed it directly on the lower right corner of the painting.

"Hahaha, that's perfect. I hope the two nephews can accept it. This is my little wish for Zhen Yuanzi!!"

Ziwei strives to make her image gentle and harmless to humans and animals. He handed his painting to Qingfeng Mingyue.

Qingfeng Mingyue's eyes were about to burst into flames, her face was red, and she really wanted to fight these two quasi-immortals regardless.

"Whether it is intolerable or not, I will fight with you!!"

Ziwei Changsheng's sarcastic behavior caused Qingfeng to explode completely. It turned into an afterimage on the spot and rushed towards Ziwei Changsheng, assuming a posture of being destroyed by both jade and stone.

"Master nephew, please don't act rashly!!"

"The two fellow Taoists should forgive Zhen Yuanzi for his disciples' disrespect for the sake of being a great and famous person."

Some ancient monks who were good friends with Zhen Yuanzi on weekdays couldn't bear to see Zhen Yuanzi's disciples end up dead. He forcibly suppressed his fear of Ziwei's immortality, struggled in his heart for a moment, and then persuaded her.

But I don't know if these two weirdos can listen to their advice.

I only heard a bang, saw a burst of smoke, and a figure fell in mid-air. To be precise, it should have been chiseled, directly smashing a big hole in the ground.

"Hey, my nephew is reckless. I tried to persuade him a long time ago, but he still stubbornly refused to change. I think he is to blame for today's dismal ending. Poor disciple of the Immortal Zhen Yuanzi who fell into a coma is so brainless and calm."

"Zhen Yuanzi, I'm sorry for you. You shouldn't be afraid of Ziwei Changsheng's revenge and watch Qingfeng's nephew go to his death."

Some strong men above the ancient world sighed. There was no need to watch the battle above the ancient world. Ziwei Changsheng and the two could even defeat Zhen Yuanzi with one move, not to mention that the only one who was far inferior to him was Qingfeng from the Da Luo realm. There is no difference between fighting Ziwei Changsheng and seeking death.

(End of this chapter)