Super Martial God

Among the snakes, the painter's body was bitten in an instant.

The tall and thin old man was happy to see him.

This is his last move. He believes that the painter must be attacked by him.

But the next moment, his face changed.

When the painter's body was almost completely destroyed, a terrible evil spirit burst out.

Buzz!

In an instant, all the transparent snakes enveloping the painter's body were crushed by this terrible energy.

The storm subsided, and the painter's ugly skin bag twisted and trembled, and then cracked.

A peerless beauty came out of that bag.

"Ancient snake without sky? These days, there are people who raise such evil and poisonous things. "

The peerless beauty has bright eyes like the moon and cold eyes. "The ancient snake without sky needs to be raised with the souls of hundreds of millions of creatures every year. You say I am an evil devil. I think the real evil devil is you."

Looking at the painter's true face, the seven old men of Zhushan were stunned.

After a while, they seemed to think of something, and their bodies trembled.

"You... It's you. You're not a disciple of the supreme cult, but the leader of the supreme cult... Huh..."

The tall and thin old man lost his voice in fear.

The painter's face changed slightly.

Before the tall and thin old man finished speaking, she drew several strokes in succession. The body of the tall and thin old man suddenly turned into a big white pig.

"Lulu, Lulu..."

Suddenly, the tall and thin old man's words became a pig's cry.

"Hum."

The painter continued to brush, and soon the seven old men and the other six old men in Zhushan became big white pigs, and their eyes were full of panic.

"Smelly blind man, be honest. When did you come?"

Then the painter turned his eyes to the side and smiled.

"Hey, hey, I haven't been here long."

The blind scholar flattered and said, "don't worry, I'm blind and can't see anything."

"Can't see anything? So you still hear me? "

The painter's eyes were curved and dangerous.

The blind scholar was silent for a moment, and then said in a low voice: "Dugu nishang, the leader of the supreme god cult, is not as good as men. Although she is a daughter, she is in charge of the supreme god cult and is invincible. The supreme cult is also called the supreme cult because it behaves evil and makes countless practitioners afraid. "

"It's a pity that the supreme leader didn't know what he was crazy about. He stole the good ancient sand of the supreme Saint Qianyuan leader of the yuan religion, angered the Qianyuan leader, and was eventually chased and killed by the yuan religion. Since then, the supreme god sect has destroyed the sect, and the leader Dugu nishang's whereabouts are unknown. "

"Giggle, so Dugu nishang is really a character?"

The painter said with a trembling smile, "this story is really good. I happened to have heard a story too. It is said that there is a mysterious scholar in this world. His calligraphy is unparalleled. Sometimes an article can evolve into a world. His article is the most holy. He is amazed when he reads it. "

"But this scholar is also stupid. Once Taixu Zhisheng invited him to write an article. He wrote an inverse article, which angered Taixu Zhisheng and was chased and killed by Zen. His talent is amazing, but the world is big, but there is no place for him. "

The blind scholar's eyelids jumped for a while, and then a flattering smile appeared on his face: "painter, you and I are small villagers. The characters in these stories are too far away from us. It's OK to listen to them. After that, you still draw your big white pig. I write my couplets and letters. There's no need to worry about those big people. "

"Hum."

The painter snorted coldly, "if you are not blind, I have to poke you blind today."

When she spoke, her skin grew old quickly, and her beautiful face was covered with poison sores in the blink of an eye.

"Xiao Mu has returned to the village?"

Then she asked carelessly.

The blind scholar was stunned: "isn't Xiaomu with you?"

Hearing this, the painter's face suddenly changed: "because I want to deal with these guys, I'm afraid they are bad for Xiaomu. Let Xiaomu get back to the village first."

"What?"

The blind scholar couldn't calm down, "but when I came, I didn't see Xiao Mu."

"Xiao Mu didn't inform you. How did you know you were coming here?"

The painter said anxiously.

The blind scholar sighed in his heart.

It is said that the supreme leader is cold-blooded and ruthless and murderous. Now he is worried about Xiaomu. It can be seen that Xiaomu really has an extremely important position in her mind.

But it was the painter. He was also full of concern. He frowned and said, "your fighting fluctuated so violently that we can't even know if we don't know."

"Come on, go back to the village."

The painter hurriedly flew towards the stone statue village.

The scholar took out a piece of paper and threw it into the sky.

This piece of paper becomes extremely large and rolls the following seven big white pigs.

Then the scholar put away the paper roll and quickly followed the painter.

"Did Xiao Mu come back?"

Back in the village, the painter and scholar hurriedly asked the others.

Others shook their heads and were equally stunned: "is Xiaomu not with you?"

"Not good."

The painter turned pale.

The scholar quickly told them the general story.

"So it seems that Xiaomu was chased and killed by Qixiu of Zhushan and went to other places."

The hunchback village chief frowned.

The painter stared out of the village.

The noisy forest has become dead.

Night, like thick ink, engulfs the whole forest.

"No, I'm going to find Xiaomu."

The painter bit his teeth and flew out.

"Come back!"

The hunchback village head stopped her and shouted, "are you going out to die?"

"I... but Xiao Mu, he..."

The painter's eyes were red.

"Panic what."

The hunchback village head has a straight face.

However, at this time, his serious attitude is conducive to calming people's minds.

"Xiaomu has unique talent. We have given him everything in this year and a half without hiding anything."

The hunchback village head said slowly, "it can be said that now Xiaomu is equivalent to the descendants of ten of us."

"If our descendant doesn't even have the ability to survive in the night, it will waste our painstaking teaching to him."

"Yes, painter, I think Xiaomu is no worse than us in dealing with the crisis. What's more, what we should say has been told him. Others may not survive in the night, but he may not. "

The lame tailor comforted.

Seeing that the painter was so concerned about Lin Mu and even gave up life and death, she no longer competed with the painter as usual.

The relationship between them has eased a lot because of the link between forestry and animal husbandry.

After listening to this, the painter recovered a lot of blood color on his face and stared at the night: "you're right, Xiao Mu will survive."

In fact, she knows very well that even if she goes out at this time, it is useless. She will not only save Lin Mu, but also waste her life.

In this dark night, the hidden things are reluctant to provoke even the saints, otherwise the wilderness would not have remained in its original state for so many years.

Like other parts of the ancient continent, even some forbidden areas are developed.