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- In Hua Nu¡¯s view, the Blood Sea Empress is the pride of the Blood Sea Clan.
She is the proud daughter of the Blood Sea Clan.
Her legendary life makes many members of the Blood Sea Clan proud of her and worships her.
But now, she somehow turned into a child, and somehow recognized a monk who was only in the early stage of the Kaitian Saint realm as her father.
This is a shame!
This is an absolute shame!
Hua Niu snorted and secretly attacked Mo Fan again.
He painted again.
This time, he drew a dark cloud.
As he finished speaking, a dark cloud suddenly appeared in the void. In the dark cloud, thunder kept flashing, and an extremely terrifying force was generated at this moment, like a mountain or a sea, making the surrounding space At this moment, they were all twisted and horrified.
Boom!
At this moment, among the dark clouds, the roaring sound kept resounding.
Mo Fan raised his head and glanced at the dark cloud in the sky.
He felt very strange.
There were white clouds all around, but suddenly a dark cloud came.
And, this dark cloud seems to be brewing something.
But as Mo Fan glanced at it, all the dark clouds exploded in the sky.
"Wow!"
Not far away, the painting slave couldn't bear the huge pressure in that gaze. He spit out a mouthful of blood, and his face became extremely pale at this moment, like a piece of white paper.
¡°Dude, are you okay?¡±
Beside him, the Skeleton King looked at the painting slave and asked.
"Traitor, don't talk to me!"
The painting slave said indifferently.
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When the Skeleton King heard this, the corners of his eyes twitched involuntarily, he snorted coldly, and ignored the painting slave.
In his view, fighting between a painting slave and a senior is a complete act of seeking death.
Under the mountains, the painting slave stared at Mo Fan not far away, and he launched an attack on Mo Fan again without belief.
Mo Fan stayed with Xiao Hai throughout the entire process, and he had no idea about the painting slave¡¯s behavior.
??????????????????? The place where the Skeleton King pulled the slaves is a bit remote, and they are quite far away from Mo Fan.
"I don't believe it! I entered Taoism through painting, and I have a superhuman talent in painting. Why can't I be better than a small monk in the early stage of Kaitian Saint Realm?" The painting slave said disdainfully. After the words fell, he held the hand in his right hand. Paintbrush roared in a low voice: "Paint the ground as a prison!"
Falling with his movements.
Suddenly, an earthy yellow circle appeared beneath Mo Fan.
"This person will definitely not be able to get out of my painting array!"
He roared in a low voice, and ordinary monks would not be able to get out of his painting formation.
His painting formation was created by himself, and its power is very terrifying.
If the monk rashly walks out of his painting formation, he will surely be shattered to pieces!
"You underestimate him!" The Skeleton King looked at the painting slave and said speechlessly.
"Traitor, shut up!"
The painting slave looked at the Skeleton King and snorted coldly.
"It's up to you! I don't think it will take long before you regret it!"
"You will know how strong he is!" Speaking of this, the Skeleton King showed a look of fear on his face.
not far away.
"Okay, okay, Hai'er, it's not that I don't want you!" Mo Fan helplessly looked at the crying Hai'er and said to the latter.
When Haier heard this, her eyes suddenly lit up. Now, her mood suddenly improved. She looked at Mo Fan and said, "Daddy!"
"I knew dad would never abandon me!"
This little girl.
Hearing this, Mo Fan looked at Haier, dumbfounded.
He didn¡¯t notice the khaki halo of light under his feet. After all, the light was very dull and not bright.
At this moment, he took a step forward.
¡°Here he comes, he¡¯s here! He¡¯s here to seek death!¡± The painting slave burst into laughter. He was paying attention to Mo Fan¡¯s every move the whole time.
In his opinion, Mo Fan¡¯s step is a step into hell.
No one knows how terrifying this painting array of his is!
However, the next moment, he was dumbfounded.
Mo Fan took one step forward.
But as Mo Fan took this step, his painting formation was instantly cracked.??
"What! Thishow is this possible!"
When the painting slave saw this scene, his eyes widened, a look of disbelief appeared on his face, and he looked incomprehensible.
However.
The opponent did easily crack his formation.
And, at this moment, an extremely huge force suddenly came from the ground.
He found that something seemed to be surging under his feet.
He lowered his head and looked.
Boom!
At this moment, on the land, an earth-yellow fist whizzed over and hit him directly on the right side of his face.
boom!
The huge force made his entire facial features become distorted and disfigured. At the same time, his figure flew out like a cannonball and landed heavily on the ground.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!" He let out a very miserable cry, and his whole body was trembling non-stop at this moment.
"Hey, I told you, you are no match for him! He doesn't even have to use his true strength!"
Not far away, the Skeleton King looked at the painting slave and mocked.
"Why is this big guy so powerful?"
Until now, the painting slave finds it unbelievable and horrifying.
"Why didn't you tell me earlier?" The painting slave looked at the Skeleton King and said, he tried three times, but Mo Fan easily cracked it.
¡°Moreover, his third shot was a full blow, but it couldn¡¯t hurt the opponent.
This strength is terrifying, too terrifying!
¡°¡¡± The Skeleton King¡¯s eyes twitched when he heard this.
You blame me for all this?
"I won't talk to traitors!" The Skeleton King thought of something, raised his skull, glanced at the painting slave, and said indifferently.
"Brother Skeleton, don't be angry, calm down, calm down!"
The painting slave spoke repeatedly, his attitude no longer as arrogant as before.
He can now be sure that the young man in front of him is not an ordinary monk, he is definitely a super boss!
How weak can a monk who can crack his formation be, no matter how weak he is?
¡°Moreover, the person in front of me easily cracked his painting formation. Such a person¡¯s strength must be extremely terrifying!
Thinking that he actually provoked a super cultivator, the painting slave smiled bitterly in his heart, he was really seeking death.
"Snapped!"
At this moment, the painting slave suddenly raised his right hand and hit himself in the face. He actually slapped himself, which stunned the people around him.
The Skeleton King looked at the painting slave next to him with a strange expression.
What is this painting slave doing?
Are you abusing yourself?
"I say painting slave, now is not the time to torture yourself, but to apologize! By the way, it seems that this boss is very low-key and does not admit his identity!"
"Anyway, just act according to your circumstances!"
The Skeleton King looked at the painting slave and said slowly.
"Okay!" The painting slave nodded. At this moment, his mind was still trembling.
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