Dragon Tamer Chapter 828: Picture in Picture
Slumped into the early misty mountain road for a long time, a slender figure walked up from under the pavilion.
On both sides of the stone steps she passed, flowers bloomed, and the fragrance wafted repeatedly in the mountains.
The woman walked straight to the imperceptible white pavilion, and saw the painter in the pavilion, she couldn't help but laughed: "When I stepped into the lost city of Huazhen, I felt something was wrong, even though the multiple fragrances were mixed. The smell of earth is difficult for ordinary people to distinguish, but there is nothing in the smell that can escape me, it is the smell of ink."
The **** of incense walked to the white pavilion and looked at the woman who played around with thousands of ascetics and ten gods.
The woman is wearing a veil, she is exquisite and graceful, and her appearance with a paintbrush in her hand is even more beautiful and charming. Even if she doesn’t need to see her face, she can feel that peerless posture and make all the surrounding scenery desolate. Pale.
Xiangshen felt a little strange in his heart.
, who thinks she is unparalleled in her charm, she lost her mind for a while, as if she was also attracted by this quiet, indifferent, mysterious woman...
"Your tricks have been seen through by me. I can allow you to vindicate yourself because you are a beauty!" Xiangshen smiled and swept away the strange feeling in his heart. Looking at this Yan Shabei with a bit of scrutiny.
Yan Shabei stood there, turning around slowly, she also looked at Xiangshen, but she was still painting with one hand in front of her, and there was no ink on her brush, but her gentle strokes A stroke, but it seems to have caused some terrible changes in the lost city of Huazhen dissolved in the sun!
"I persuaded you, it's better to put down the pen in your hand." Xiangshen's tone intensified.
The Yansha woman did not respond, and she continued to paint in that Jingxiu.
Xiangshen subconsciously glanced at the deserted city in the distance, but found that a huge monster appeared in the center of the deserted city. It was a poisonous flower dragon. The body of this dragon was composed of dozens of sturdy colored pythons. , Their bodies plunged into the earth like the rhizomes of plants, and when they twisted, the earth could be seen undulating!
The vines resemble the wild dragon of the city, criss-crossing, the city of flower formations came alive all at once, and all the faded gorgeous colors became part of the flower dragon, and the body of the flower dragon became more and more standing. The higher it is, it is comparable to the **** tree in the sky. Numerous dragon python branches and vines are star-like, stretching toward the horizon with a gesture of covering the sky and the sun. For a while, the city outside the city is also covered...
is even spreading towards the whole god! ! !
Xiangshen saw this shocking scene, and he couldn't believe it.
The huge flower city is just a painting in the hands of Yan Sha woman. This is quite shocking. What Xiangshen can’t understand is that this artist seems to be able to paint directly in reality. The wild flower dragon that the whole **** is flying freely is exactly what she just made!
"Take her!" Xiangshen realized that something was wrong and hurriedly issued an order.
At the early fog of mountain steps, three arhats appeared, they rushed up quickly, and stood in the three positions of the white pavilion with instant steps.
They have solemn expressions and sharp eyes.
One of them pointed out that Arhat took the lead in the move, and his fingertips flew out like a sword, turning into a terrible penetrating power, and flew towards the neck of the Yansha woman.
The other two Arhats also shot at the same time. They displayed the fist and palm respectively. You can see that the fist prints larger than the mountains are pressed down, and the palm prints wider than the city are pushed out.
Yansha woman stood in the pavilion, still unresponsive to the attack of the three arhats.
The green mountain is directly shattered, and if the power of the **** Mingzi is not controlled, it will even swept into the gods. Fortunately, at the realm of the gods, the strength can be controlled, and the spread of energy can also be controlled.
The mountain is broken, but the white pavilion, without a trace of damage, stands tall in the ashes of the mountain, and the Yansha woman inside is unscathed.
"How is it possible?" Xiangshen asked in astonishment.
The three Arhats were also stunned by the sight in front of them.
How could there be no threat to the power of the three of them? Even if it is the existence of the God-level and the Lord-level, they must be responsive to such an attack. How can I feel that this woman does not exist...
The three arhats continued to take action, all kinds of magical powers of the big Luohan were displayed, this area seemed to fall into an abyss in an instant, even the sun could not shine in, and everything around was constantly annihilated and perished because of the overlapping of these magical powers. .
The white pavilion is still hanging there quietly, as if separated by another world. People can only see it, but don’t even want to touch it. The woman in the pavilion is still painting there, she is light With a light stroke, all the magical energy of the three arhats was wiped out. With another casual stroke, she actually drew the green mountain that was shattered just now, and immediately after her heavy point, she drew on that outstanding flower **** dragon. Eyes...
"Woo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
The flower dragon standing in the gods seems to have unlocked all the shackles and seals. Its dragon power swept wildly, the world dimmed instantly, and the blazing sun disappeared,
The Wild Flower Dragon raised its paws and patted a person in the middle of the city heavily.
That person is the holy head Hua Chong. Although the red-eyed Arhat next to him is the strongest among Arhats, he has no idea how to deal with this incredible scene!
The Holy Sovereign Hua Chong has been shot three times in a row. He vomited blood and his bones fell apart.
This little flower city hides a deeper mystery. These gods are like stepping on a taboo for gods and demons. They are no longer the masters of a world, but more like humble survivors.
Ascetic monk, the casualties were extremely heavy. Three of the six arhats are in the pavilion. The eagle and the arhat have been seriously injured, and the holy head Hua Chong lacks strong protection. However, the wild flower dragon, which has just recovered in the morning light, is like a demon king, trampling on this fragile emperor crazily. In the world, the gorgeous Xiashan City is buried one by one underground!
"Hurry up and stop her!!" Holy Shouhua exclaimed.
The cry of reached this pavilion, but Xiangshen was helpless at this time.
She feels that some of her concepts are about to be subverted. A painter can be so superb that the real world can be turned into a wilderness, and she can draw a world-destroying dragon to trample the holy head and Arhat at will...
And the pavilion in front of me is clearly her painter, but it can't be destroyed by exhausting all his power. The painter inside didn't even put the **** of fragrance and the three arhats in his eyes, and painted by himself. , Torturing the ascetic monks, holy heads, gods and Arhats in the city!
Looking over from here, the seriously injured Eagle Arhat didn't escape from Huacheng in the end. He was shot into the ground by the tail of the wild flower dragon and turned into a vague pool of flesh and blood.
How to make her stop? ?
Xiangshen even felt that if she didn’t let her stop, all the gods who came to encircle the murderers would be killed this time! !
The three arhats are also out of breath. They have never encountered such an absolute realm. The little pavilion is simply a holy hall. The power of their little gods can't even leave a trace on it. arrive.
Few ascetic monks were slaughtered. The female painting gods in the pavilion were still ruining everything, and the huge gods were half destroyed.
Xiangshen’s face was full of fear, all of which exceeded her cognition, and she even wanted to turn around and flee here.
But at this moment, a beam of peaceful light flew like a bird in the direction of the capital. The speed was very fast, and it didn't take long before it landed on the white pavilion.
Xiangshen looked at this holy and brilliant radiance. In the radiance, there was a woman wearing a sari and a peacock crest. Because of her morning light in the dark world, the morning light often followed her The gods sprinkled on this terrifying area.
"Xuan Ge!" There was light on Xiangshen's face, and his eyes were full of joy.
Xuan Ge was bathed in radiance, and his **** beam scattered the sunlight into this chaotic area, and once again dissolved the surrounding green hills, the surrounding ruins, and began to dissolve the pavilion that the three arhats could not break.
In the pavilion, the woman is still painting, but her paintbrush is out of color ink again.
She turned her head, her hair hanging softly beside her delicate cheeks, her suffocating beauty could not be covered by the thin veil. Light, the holy light flew to the pavilion, and the pavilion began to melt!
"Damn it!! We must let her be overwhelmed, this painter demon girl, despise the power of God!!" The three arhats said in anger.
In fact, they were relieved to see the **** Xuan Ge descending~IndoMTL.com~After all, they exhausted all their strength, and they didn't even break their studio.
However, God Xuan Ge stretched out a hand at this time, beckoning the three arhats not to go forward.
The three Arhats were puzzled.
Like this kind of painter, once her painting is broken, there should be nothing terrifying about her. In terms of pure force, they should be better.
Xiangshen approached Xuan Ge, and only Xuan Ge can bring her a sense of security at this time.
Xiangshen looked at the dissolving pavilion, and found that the pavilion was also like a painting ink soaked in water, slowly and gradually dissolving...
What makes Xiangshen even more incredible is that the woman in the pavilion has also begun to disappear like smoke and ink. She is obviously a living flesh and blood. She obviously plays everyone in her palm...
But she... she... is also a painting.
lifelike paintings.
"Picture in Picture!!" Finally, Xiangshen suddenly woke up.
A picture that made my soul tremble involuntarily was sketched in Xiangshen’s mind:
A painting god, she sits quietly somewhere in the gods, she spreads out the scroll, and drew a woman painting in the pavilion on it, and in front of the painting woman is a hanging painting hanging down In the painting is an ancient city full of flowers...
People in painting, people paint, picture in picture.
All the shocking things in front of me are also the paintings of others. I am in it, thinking I have seen through the paintings of women, but I don’t know that I am still in the paintings of people!