I Have Refined Qi For 3000 Years!

Chapter 18

Bai Qiuran was in the middle of the air, wrapped in layers of the scroll, and the scroll was tightly attached to his body, bursting into a human figure, trying to swallow him into the painting. Watch 1 Yarn 3 Chinese Website

The Black Snake King fell from the air and saw that the White Bear King was holding out the magic formula and walked out of his army. His face was covered with cold sweat, and there were a lot of elite monsters behind him forming a formation to provide him with mana. Assistance.

He looked to the left and right, and found that except for his own demon king, all other demon king-level existences had been suffocated by Bai Qiuran. At present, there are four innocent kings intact, and only the white bear is left opposite King and White Fox King.

opportunity!

The Black Snake King raised his hand without thinking, and the demon element in his body boiled and turned into a poisonous cloud in the sky.

"Don't think!"

The broken mountain peak below shot five or six divine rays, dispelling the poisonous cloud condensed by the Black Snake King, and the white smoke-covered smoke and dust rushed out from the mountain peak, and reached out a folding fan to stop the Black Snake King.

At this time, the White Bear King's mana was urged again, and the bundle of giant paintings in the sky had a tendency to inhale Bai Qiuran.

Suddenly, the giant painting swelled violently. There were countless channels of blazing white sword gas shot out from the gaps in the scrolls, turning them into sky-wide sword shadows, stabbing the body of the White Bear King with blood holes.

The White Bear King bleeds blood continuously, but still insists on collecting it. With the support of the hundreds of elite monsters behind him, the scrolls snap together, and Bai Qiuran is successfully included in the painting.

"not good!"

The Black Snake King was startled and turned to shout out to his Alliance Demon Kings:

"Stop that pup!"

The White Crocodile King, the Eagle King, and the Flower King heard the words, rushed to the seriously injured White Bear King and launched an attack on him, but it was too late. The White Bear King had manipulated the giant painting in front of them and stopped them. All attacks resolved.

This giant painting is amazingly powerful. Not only does it contain the sword ancestors of the human race, but also under the control of the White Bear King, it suddenly rolls in the direction of the four demon kings. The four demon kings in the West demon world have no resistance. Was included in the scroll by this giant painting. See ‘Mao. Line, Chinese. Text, Net

The White Bear King stretched out his hand, the giant painting shrank and collapsed, turned into an ordinary ancient painting, fell into his hands, and then he turned his head and shouted at the White Fox King:

"go!"

The White Fox King opened the folding fan, and the light spread out, and received the seriously injured and dying Flying Tiger King, Ape King, Dragon King, and Yun Xiangxiang in the nearby fan. He was about to follow the White Bear King to leave, but came behind him. A voice with Morin's intentions.

"Where to go?"

The sound of the harp was thunderous, with the intention of killing, like the rushing army of thousands of horses, hitting the white fox king's heart defense, at the same time, more sword-like qi was raining, coming across the sky. It is the track "Wind and Thunder" played by Su Xiangxue.

The White Fox King smiled bitterly. The nine tails behind him stretched like a peacock opened the screen. The fan opened and closed in his hands, and he exerted himself with all his strength, exuding the magical light of the sky.

Jian Qi and Shenguang collided together, and the surrounding scenes were suddenly urged, full of scars.

The White Fox King exited the scope of the aftermath, wiped the blood on the corner of his mouth, and turned it into a white light, flying away without looking back.

Behind him, there was also a touch of white phantom, chasing behind him, and perseveringly followed.

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"Oh."

After being engulfed in giant paintings, Bai Qiulan found himself in another small world, with mountains and rivers flowing through the sky, tomorrow, and a small village in the mountains, which looked very pleasant.

He looked at the surrounding scenes aloud, and then took Zhixian from his waist and asked:

"Chixian, can you show what this baby is?"

"Ok?"

Zhixian seems to be lying. Although he has lost his body and soul, he can no longer do things like sleep, but when he is very bored, he will use this "giving up thinking" method to relax himself and let Go into a state similar to sleep and pass the time.

After hearing Bai Qiuran's call, he awakened, and the green soul fire in his eyes swallowed up, and quickly analyzed the origin of the baby.

"This magic weapon is called the splashing ink fairy figure."

Zhixian replied:

"Is the relic from the enlightened period ... strange, when was the enlightened period? Is it an era older than the Eastern Qing Dynasty? How can the relics of the immortal flow into the demon world and fall into the hands of the demon?"

"Unlock one problem and add three more."

Bai Qiuran closed his eyes and sensed, then said:

"Very well, the Northern Demon Realm and the Royal Capital Army retreated. The four of the Black Snake King were also brought in. Xiangxue was pursuing ... everything is going according to plan."

"Can you catch the two remaining maps?"

Zhixian could not help asking.

"At least you can catch one."

Bai Qiuran found the worn out map fragment from the storage bag, which had been marked by him.

"Anyway, these are the relics left by the ancestors of the demon tribe. The demon kings in the north demon world may be able to ignore them, but the cloud prince must definitely find a way to take it back from me. And, this picture Isn't it simple to draw people into different spaces? "

"Yes."

Zhixian replied:

"In this painting, various kinds of fairy phantoms will be constantly generated to attack people who enter into them. Each fairy phantom has earth-like strength."

"So high?"

Bai Qiuran blinked.

"Isn't the owner of this painting a simple fairy?"

"Yes, the message sent to me by Great Wisdom said that the original owner of this painting was a fairy statue."

Zhixian's voice was a little confused.

"Xian Zun is ... on the earth fairy, is there a level in fairyland?"

"maybe."

Bai Qiuran stepped forward.

"You see, I just need to seduce the splashing fairy to attack me, and then I pretend to be siege and cause serious injuries and coma. Is this script great?"

"It's great, but how much do you want to do?"

Zhixian replied:

"You have a confidant as a demon tribe, and if you act too fake, they will certainly not believe it."

"This is simple."

After Bai Qiuran thought about it, he answered:

"I will have a 20th or 30th strength, regardless of the true strength of the self-recovery, I will pretend to die after using it, and I can hit as much as I can."

"That's OK, you try it."

Zhixian looked forward.

"coming."

Bai Qiuran looked up, and on the gentle hillside in front of him, I don't know when an ink-like mark suddenly appeared.

This piece of ink changed unpredictably in mid-air, and finally turned into a broad-skinned, big-footed, stingy, unruly state, and the facial features were all crowded into a mass of bearded old fairy.

He lifted his feet and walked towards Bai Qiuran. The faint ink color rose at his feet, forming a cloud to follow.

Immediately afterwards, it gave out a chuckle, stretched out its fists as if drunk, and crooked it towards Bai Qiuran.