The inkstone is ground ink and the brush is written on the Xuan paper. Each word is a powerful force, which directly suppresses the saint of Qin.

However, Saint Qin's body was full of holy power. The most important thing was that there was a layer of chaotic energy on his body, which directly collapsed all the power of the Dao.

"The biggest difference between the new saint and the old saint is how much chaotic aura is... Qingshan, it's over!"

Saint Qin controlled all the chaotic energy in his body and directly injected it into the Three Mountains and Two Realms map.

The three mountains and two realms map burst out with an extremely dazzling light, instantly wrapping up the entire Shushan Realm, slowly shrinking, and the Shushan Realm collapsed rapidly...

Fairy Qingshan tried hard to resist and wrote one text after another, but she could not stop the map of the Three Mountains and Two Realms blessed by the power of chaos.

Fairy Qingshan spewed out a large mouthful of essence and blood, which only slowed down the shrinking speed of the Three Mountains and Two Realms Map, but it could not solve the current crisis.

"Sage Qin, can't we give us a way out?" Fairy Qingshan shouted in grief.

"No!" The saint of painting replied resolutely.

Fairy Qingshan glared and gritted her teeth, "Sage Qin, listen well, I swear in the name of the saint that no matter who can save my Shushan Realm, or help me with revenge on my Shushan Realm, kill you, an old thief! If I, Qingshan, if I don't die or have a successful reincarnation, I will be willing to serve as a cow and horse!"

The saint of painting smiled: "The oath is useful under the rules of the world, but there is no such rule in chaos. Your words will probably be difficult to fulfill...

Qingshan, give up.

I have investigated before I came. All the saints in the world around me have gone to chase and kill the remnants of Pangu's world. I am the only one here.

Don’t swear now, no one will come to save you even if you shout!

Hahaha……"

While speaking, the saint of painting urged the Three Mountains and Two Realms to accelerate the refining of the Book Mountain Realm. He knew very well that time would not wait for anyone, and he had to take down the Book Mountain Realm as soon as possible, and what he got was his own.

Long nights and many dreams!

However, as soon as his laughter sounded, he heard a sound from outside: "Someone wants to intercept the beard? Look at the fist!"

When the saint heard this, the hairs all over his body and his hair stood up. He was so familiar with this sound that he often heard it while sleeping these days, and then he was scared and sweated all over and could not fall asleep for a long time.

He turned around suddenly, but the Three Mountains and Two Realms map blocked his sight and could not see what was behind the picture...

But the next moment!

boom!

A terrifying fist mark appeared on the Three Mountains and Two Realms Map. The fist mark fell all the way, and the three Mountains and Two Realms Map was constantly deformed and twisted, making a wailing sound...

"Stop!" The painting saint felt very distressed. He didn't have four holy tools like the book saint. He only had this one, so he was so precious.

He tried his best to activate the Three Mountains and Two Realms Map, barely offset the power of the fist...

However, before he could take a breath, the familiar voice sounded again: "It's quite strong, come again!"

boom!

Another punch, the fist mark on the Three Mountains and Two Realms Map was enlarged again, and the degree of distortion and deformation became even greater. The Three Mountains and Two Realms Map was dissatisfied with cracks, as if it was about to explode at any time.

"Open!" The voice shouted!

Boom, click!

The Three Mountains and Two Realms Map finally exploded with overwhelming burden. The terrifying shock wave swept across the world and was about to swallow up all living beings!

At this moment, the fairy of Qingshan soared into the sky, splashing ink and writing. In the blink of an eye, words filled the sky, blocking the aftermath.

However, Fairy Qingshan was also shocked to cough up blood and fell to the ground, with no blood on her face.

She raised her head with difficulty, and wanted to see what this benefactor who solved the power of life and death in Shushan Realm looked like.

As a result, she saw a dazed bald man walking in. The guy's head was like a little sun, automatically reflecting and shining brightly!

"Such a person?" Fairy Aoyama was stunned.

At the same time, she also saw the chess saint who was carefully accompanying the bald man.

The chess saint was stunned when he saw Qingshan and said in surprise: "Oh, that's OK. Qingshan little girl, you will become a saint if your saint dies! No wonder that old guy is so precious to you..."

Then the chess saint looked at the saint of painting, but cursed angrily: "I, Cao, you old bastard, your brother died, you were the first to kill him to quarrel. Are you still a personal person? No, when you sold me, you were no longer a human!"

The saint of painting was pointed at the nose and scolded by the chess saint, and his old face was also red.

He also knew that what he did was not authentic and would not be discovered. It would be fine if he did it secretly. Now he was caught and was immediately embarrassed...

But then he realized something and snorted coldly: "Sage Saint, don't talk about me. The Saint of Books died, but you came to the Book Mountain Realm with Tang Sanzang. Don't tell me, this is a coincidence? Did you bring it? You did not do anything worse than me when you betray your brothers."

The chess saint had already thought about it. He was shameless first and was prepared. He had even thought about what to say after meeting an old acquaintance, so he naturally didn't care what the saint said.

The chess saint said, "You sell mine first, and I will sell you again. As for this... my master likes it, that's all."

"Master?" The saint was confused. Will the saint still worship others as their master? What about the dignity of being a saint?

The chess saint took a step back and respectfully saluted Tang Sanzang and said, "This is my master."

"You...you don't want your face at all!" said the Saint of Painting.

The chess saint said to Tang Sanzang: "Master, he scolds me..."

Tang Sanzang said, "Take him and beat him to death!"

"Okay!"

The chess saint nodded, rolled up his sleeves and walked directly to the saint painting.

The chess saint is also an old saint. Although his expectations were broken by Tang Sanzang, there was no good magic weapon.

But it's the same with painting saints...

However, the chess saint is naturally confident with Tang Sanzang's support and scoundrel formations.

The saint of painting is different. The scene of Tang Sanzang killing the saint with one punch in his mind. His heart had already trembled and his courage had long been cold.

Seeing that the chess saint defected to Tang Sanzang again, now he will definitely lose with two against one!

He was afraid before the fight, he had lost half of it.

When he was distracted, the chess saint had already swung his arms and rushed forward: "Look at the move!"

The saint of painting was furious: "You're attacking?"

As a result, the chess saint suddenly stepped back and said, "You are wrong, it's not me who attacked me!"

"What?" The saint was stunned, and then his after-light noticed that the bald man was gone!

In an instant, the hairs on the saint's body stood up, and a terrifying crisis came from behind. He turned around and saw a sharp bald head swaying his fist: "Sorry, I am the one who attacked the sneak attack!"

boom!

The saint of painting didn't even have a chance to react, and was punched by Tang Sanzang in his head!
Chapter completed!