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Text 380 The Painting Saint of the Four Great Saints

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    There is no trace of Zhang Zhifeng's personal world. No one knows where it exists. Only his own consciousness can communicate with it.  .  .  At this moment, when Zhang Zhifeng encountered great danger, the entire storage world was filled with an aura of death, as if this world was about to be destroyed, and everything in it would be destroyed by an inexplicable disaster.  Destroyed and destroyed.  Chen Yun was already a Xuan Sage and was at the top of the entire cultivator world. At this time, he felt something was wrong and immediately combined the power of Ben Xiaoji and borrowed the secret technique of the immortal giant to convey the call to the entire small world.  .  That faint cry rang out in Zhang Zhifeng's mind.  But soon, as the evil light flashed slightly in the cold eyes of the Abi youth, this cry disappeared.  Zhang Zhifeng fell completely silent.  ¡­¡­¡­ At this moment, all the Abi masters looked at each other, and then they each breathed a sigh of relief unconsciously.  To them, this little cultivator who suddenly appeared with the blood of Wu is the real unparalleled murderer!  The Abi tribe has accumulated tens of thousands of years, secretly calculated, and endured unknown pain and forbearance, so that they can gather more than a dozen top masters. However, in the short period of time when they met Zhang Zhifeng, the strongest among them  The eldest elder and the second elder were all destroyed by Zhang Zhifeng's fists.  Although they don¡¯t want to admit it, Zhang Zhifeng does scare them.  That magical "Nirvana" made them completely unable to muster the courage to fight with it. The sudden burst of "Wu" aura seemed to pull them back to the one who belonged to Wu hundreds of thousands of years ago.  Era.  The invincible, powerful and ferocious race that had always been suppressed in the minds of the Abi tribe seemed to have returned.  The Abi people have a feeling that if Zhang Zhifeng does not die, the Abi clan will be destroyed by him sooner or later!  Zhang Zhifeng¡¯s tall and majestic body is half sitting and half standing, because one of his legs has completely sunk into the ground. He has not fallen down, like an immortal sculpture, standing upright.  Even if he didn't move, the lingering power on his body would make the Abi people stay away.  Only the young master of the Abi tribe opened his big hands and grasped Zhang Zhifeng's head tightly with his slender fingers. His body floated, and streams of light came from Zhang Zhifeng's head, in circles and circles.  With pure white color.  A strange energy that has never been seen before is extracted by the Abi youth. In that pure and white color, it seems that Zhang Zhifeng¡¯s sleeping soul is constantly passing by.  ¡­ ¡­ Surrounded by broken space, there are countless shattered worlds in the endless space turbulence. Looking around, there are pieces of colors that rotate and flow irregularly, as if they are auroras with millions of colors.  The background color is deep black, time and space are vast, and the land beneath everyone's feet is just a piece of broken earth. In such an environment, there will always be an unspeakable and unsteady feeling in the heart, like a leaf drifting in the vast ocean.  A small boat on the big waves.  However, as if time and space were chaotic, the surrounding scene changed silently.  The blue sky was suddenly covered with light white clouds, and the eyes were empty.  The whole world suddenly lit up. ??? ????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? High mountains and lofty mountains are everywhere, smoke is thick, and there is the sound of surging water, flowers are blooming, and ancient trees are budding.  The surrounding scene changes like a scroll. As the scenes change, you can see smoke curling up from cooking stoves, and the voices of people get louder and louder. In an instant, everyone is already in a busy city.  "Be careful, there is an illusion master! Who is it, come out and try to scare us with this little trick?" The Abi people looked around coldly, with strange light flashing in their eyes, trying to see through the reality of this world.  "It's not an illusion," the young master of the Abi tribe looked up and suddenly shouted, "It's the Taisheng Painting Sage, right? Stop pretending to be a ghost and show yourself!" He raised his arms and his sleeves soared, immediately covering the sky and the sun.  Sweep in all directions.  For a time, the mountain peaks collapsed, the earth cracked, and dust rose into the sky.  "Huh?" The Abi youth frowned.  "What's going on? Isn't it an illusion?" Everyone in the Abi tribe was surprised.  "Well, what a great style of "Qiankun into Painting", he is worthy of being a great painting sage with the bloodline of "Martial Arts"!  "The Abi youth spoke without a trace of human emotion, "But that's the end of it.  " He stretched out his palm, and the originally slender palm suddenly became extremely broad, with the palm facing up, and a black light burst out from the palm, rising into the sky. The iron chain coiled around his body moved with it, shaking with a clatter.  It was straight and growing infinitely, as if it were the sharpest long sword in the world, pointing straight into the sky. As his palm flipped, the iron chain and the black light slashed hard in the air!; "Good baby!" An exclamation came from the air, "The Abi tribe's artifact is indeed amazingly powerful. If someone doesn't tangle with you today, see you next time." The sky and the earth collapsed!  The sky and the mountains, the people and the water, the trees and the smoke, all the images have disappeared.  The world has returned to the chaotic stream of light flowing on a black background, deep and dead.  One of the saints of the sanctuary was shocked by the young man of the Ahi tribe?  In the sky, a piece of paper that was a hundred meters long slowly floated down, attracting everyone's attention.  The paper floated to the ground and spread out quietly.  It turned out to be a painting.  In the painting, the mountains are undulating, the sky is high and the clouds are clear, the water vapor in the mountains is flashing, and people are looming in the distance.  However, the scroll has been torn apart, and there is actually a place of destruction in the scene in the painting.  Seeing this painting, everyone in the Abi tribe could not hide the surprise on their faces, because the scene in this painting was clearly the 'illusion' that had just encompassed this world!  "Tai Sheng, no one is a simple character as expected." The Abi people sighed with emotion.  "Wufang," Young Master Abi looked indifferent and waved his hand gently, "Our Abi clan will rise strongly, and the Taisheng will be nothing. Although the painting of the painting sage is weird, I don't think it will take several months to complete such a painting.  It's a huge painting. Besides, what does it mean to play with these false things? Think about the head of the sage, the medical sage.  The existence of destruction, single-handedly fighting dozens of top masters of Shura and Wu, and then being able to attack my Abi tribe alone and kill half of the masters of our tribe. My grandfather had already entered the incredible realm of gods, but he still had to eat it.'  The magic medicine' self-destructed together with the thirty-three masters in the clan, and just returned to the endless update with them. That kind of person is the real power! " "Well, the medical saint is the founder of the current cultivation world, the cultivation world.  The ability to overwhelm the "Wu" and Shura clans is almost entirely due to the medical sage, apart from my A-bi clan's behind-the-scenes efforts." Everyone in the A-bi clan was a little emotional.  "The Medical Saint is so powerful, half of the credit is due to his unique secret healing technique!" Young Master Abi said coldly, "Zhang Zhifeng is the successor of the Medical Saint. He has learned the 'Holy Medical Technique' and is very profound. Otherwise, how could he have such a skill?"  So difficult to deal with.  " As soon as these words came out, the eyes of the Abi people lit up. "Young Master, can you find out the holy medical skills from Zhang Zhifeng's memory?  " "Hurry, if the painting saint hadn't come to cause trouble, the holy medical skills would have already reached the hands of my Abi clan!  "Abi young man snorted coldly, stretched out his big hand and pressed it on Zhang Zhifeng's head again.
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