"Bang, bang, bang..."

A hundred fist shadows suddenly broke out on Zhu Wuji's body, smashing on the stone prison, making a loud noise like a sky-shaking sound, and the entire "Shen Capital City" began to shake.

The ghost painter's stone prison melted up like a splash of ink.

"Boom..."

With the sound of the Zhuying Beast monster, the less obvious beast eyes also turned scarlet and rushed towards the ghost painter. Although he had never fought with Zhu Wuji before, he also knew that Zhuying Beast was powerful.

After all, both Zhulong and Kunxu Shadow Demon are extremely powerful beings.

‘Hu’, ‘Hu’, ‘Hu’…

"Damn beast." The ghost painter gritted his teeth and did not dare to be careless when he saw the candle shadow beast pounced towards him. When he moved his mind, he saw seven or eight streams of light flying out of his body.

"Ghost Blood Inkstone, Demon-Suppressing Rice Paper, Ten Thousand Ghosts Wrap Wire, Nine-Fingered Demon Candlestick..." Master Qinglian frowned slightly, and said in a voice: "Ghost Painter, this time, he has brought out all its assets. If he cannot break through the realm of a half-step immortal, the loss alone will probably be enough for its flesh pain for thousands of years."

Not only the ancestor Qinglian, but also the remaining strong men, could see clearly the flowing light flying out of the ghost painter. Although these people rarely have intersections, they are not unfamiliar with each other.

I recognized at a glance that those magic weapons were all the beloved things of the ghost painter.

It can be regarded as its financial assets.

"Why, is the only one who is a great ghost painter?" Zhu Wuji sneered twice, and buzzed at its candle shadow beast, saying, "Swallow them for me..."

"Hmph, if you want to swallow these ghost treasures from me, you are afraid that it will not have the blessing." The ghost painter gritted his teeth and said with a blue face.

"Is that true?" Zhu Wuji smiled unanimously, and said in a low voice: "Swallow..."

‘Cry’, ‘Cry’, ‘Cry’…

If it were an ordinary "star soul", he might be afraid of these magic weapons of ghost painters. After all, ghost things are covered with ghost energy. If you are not careful, even strong people in the Emperor Realm will be affected by those ghost energy and become unconscious.

Zhu Wuji's Zhuying Beast is different.

Zhulong and Kunxu Shadow Demon are all evil things in the world, how could they be afraid of a little ghost energy?

I saw the candle shadow beast growling a few times, and the misty figure instantly evolved into more than a dozen mouths, like an eight-clawed monster fish in the deep sea territory, pounced towards the ghost things.

"Click..."

The "scarlet" ghost blood inkstone was swallowed by it in one bite before it even approached Zhuying Beast. It had already surpassed the superb magic weapon and had an extremely hard material. It fell into the mouth of Zhuying Beast and was bitten to pieces by it in one bite.

I swallowed it like a sniff.

In a blink of an eye, the demon-suppressing rice paper and the ghost stone tablet were also disasters. Seeing so many ghost things being swallowed by it, the candle shadow beast was not only not affected, but instead, as its breath became stronger and stronger, the ghost painter's eyelids jumped wildly.

"Hello... the bastard, no wonder it is an evil thing that is not tolerated by the way of heaven. If so many ghost things are swallowed, they are not affected at all?" The ghost painter suppressed the pain in his heart, and his expression condensed. The remaining magic weapons that were not close to the candle shadow beast, with a "swoosh" sound, escaped from all directions.

It didn't want it to have all its wealth fall into the belly of the candle shadow beast.

Zhu Wuji's Zhuying Beast seemed to have tasted the sweetness, and his figure swayed and chased after him.

"Illness... Illness, you dare." The ghost painter cursed in anger.

"Hmph! If it is a villain, it is thousands of times stronger than you, a ghost animal." Zhu Wuji's face darkened and said, "I dare to go against me, and I'll send you on the way now. Remember, there are too many people in this world that you ghost painters can't afford..."

"Eight-Eight-Earth Emperor Divine Slash."

‘Buzz’, ‘Buzz’, ‘Buzz’…

A dazzling golden light suddenly burst out from Zhu Wuji's body. With a sound of sword sound, he saw that the Zixiao Emperor Sword in the sword tomb in the depths of the imperial city swept over with a majestic momentum and turned into a stream of light and flew over.

"Purple...Purple Sky Emperor Sword?"

Swish!

Seeing the flowing light clearly, not only the ghost painter, but also the remaining masters suddenly changed their faces.

Among them, the Iron Feather Eagle Emperor, who has the weakest cultivation, trembled and said, "The ancient... the ancient immortal sword, the foundation of the Xian Dynasty is much worse than that of our Sea God Cave. How could there be an ancient immortal sword, such a powerful magic weapon?"

"Isn't this Zixiao Emperor Sword in the hands of the Lin family?" The Fire Rat Shu Shu said with a ugly look on his face.

"Hmph, Lin family?" Qinglian's ancestor gritted his teeth and said with a blue face: "With the nature and means of the Zhu family, what's the difficulty of cheating this ancient immortal sword from the Lin family?"

"Woo, woo, woo..."

The swords kept ringing.

The Zixiao Emperor Sword was extremely fast, and in just a blink of an eye, it fell into Zhu Wuji's hands.

Zhu Wuji raised his hand and slashed at the ghost painter.

"Hmph, let me die."

Boom!

The terrifying dragon energy instantly poured into the Zixiao Emperor Sword. Zhu Wuji slashed out with a sword. The ghost painter standing opposite felt a numbness on his scalp and a large drop of sweat appeared on his forehead. A trace of horror flashed through his eyes with a pair of ghost energy.

"Zhu... Zhu Wuji, it's not that easy to kill this artist." The ghost painter gritted his teeth, and the ghost pen in his hand, with a buzzing sound, and then he faced the overwhelming sword light, and said ferociously, "Ghost pen, block it for me."

"Bang……"

The sword energy of the Zixiao Emperor Sword was slashed on the ghost and god pen. With a "click" sound, I saw that this ghost and god pen that was also beyond the best magic weapon and was refined into a life weapon by the ghost painter, and could not even hold on for a moment.

It was shattered by the Zixiao Emperor Sword.

The sword energy did not stop.

As soon as the ghost pen was broken, the ghost painter seemed to have suffered a severe injury, and his figure couldn't help but shake, and a trace of red blood donation overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

The ghost painter, shrouded by the "sword energy", seemed to be trapped in an ice cellar.

He started to tremble.

"Save...save me." The ghost painter looked desperate and looked at the sword energy. After suffering severe damage, he could not escape at all. He could only watch the sword energy kill him.

Standing not far away, the Master Qinglian, the Fire Rat Shuai Emperor... a group of people seemed to have never expected that the ghost painter who was a little stronger than them would be so vulnerable in Zhu Wuji's hands.

Dragon energy?

With the reminder of Master Qinglian, they also knew that on this one-acre and three-point land in the "Shendu City", Zhu Wuji's strength has increased by at least three levels than usual.

If it is a Star Saint, a warrior in the Star Emperor Realm, not to mention that he has only increased his strength by three levels, even if he doubles his strength, he will not cause any waves. However, Zhu Wuji is already a half-step earth immortal. His third level is probably much more terrifying than one hundred or even one thousand Star Emperors.

"Save people quickly, and you must not let him defeat them one by one." Master Qinglian gritted his teeth, and his figure flashed, and rushed towards the ghost painter.

Defeat one by one?

I have seen Zhu Wuji's methods, so no one else dares to delay. After all, if I fight alone, these people will probably not even be able to weigh a cup of tea in Zhu Wuji's hands, even the Iron Feather Eagle Emperor with the Demon God Tree.

If Zhu Wuji had not kept his remaining strength and was waiting for them, he would have probably been buried under the Zixiao Emperor Sword.

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