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Chapter 502 Painting Style Determines Success or Failure

"Hahahaha... yes, really good..."

After finally reacting, Hongmao almost laughed out of anger, and said so with gritted teeth.

However, in this way, Zixuan and the others felt that the devil was very godlike, as if he had a mental problem, and he really wanted to attack himself and others just now.

Chonglou didn't speak, and didn't intend to defend himself. He just took a step forward, and a big hand suddenly protruded out. All trembling.

Zixuan gritted her teeth to hold on to the spiritual power barrier, and at the same time, ruthlessly and decisively released terrifying spells with the power of the Heavenly Snake Staff, engulfing the power of collapsing mountains and cracking rocks, or simulating the illusion of the six senses, bombarding this demon wave after wave. The mighty big devil.

This Heavenly Snake Staff is also a top-notch magic weapon. It is said that it was once used by Nuwa Empress when she smelted stones to mend the sky.

Besides, it is naturally impossible for other people to simply let her deal with it by herself, and they also help out one after another, and it is the kind that can do a little bit.

Mo Zunlou didn't dodge or dodge, but his expression became even weirder. At the same time, he stared fiercely in the distance and waved his sleeves, as if he was about to divide the world into two halves.

He has never suffered such losses one after another, and it is still the kind of suffering that cannot be described.

However, he could only knock out his teeth and swallow it in his stomach. After all, as a high-cold man with a haughty personality and full of the luxury of a strong man, Mo Zunlou has always carried out his self-centered and defiant behavior style.

Such a macho person, it is really hard to expect him to pull his face down, explain clearly to this group of people in a good voice, explain the whole story clearly, and then everyone will clear up the misunderstanding, both sides will be happy, turn the enemy into a friend, and Friendship goes one step further...

Ha ha, maybe it is really ideal.

However, this is absolutely impossible to happen, the picture is simply unimaginable, after all, it is not heavy at all.

I only do what I want to do, and if you misunderstand, you will misunderstand. Why do I need to explain to others what I do in my life?

——That’s right, this is the character of Mo Zunlou. He does his own way, and it’s already pretty good to look at people without his nostrils. Anyway, he absolutely doesn’t bother to explain anything, even if he is misunderstood by someone he cares about. Change your mind easily.

So what's there to say, it's just that he can't compete with Xu Changqing.

For various reasons, Zixuan gritted her teeth at him and hated him so much, and Chonglou never thought about the troubles and troubles her actions had caused Zixuan.

Well, because Zixuan's plan is very secretive, Mozun doesn't know about it either, so this makes sense.But even if he was aware of Zixuan's distrust, vigilance and vigilance towards him, he didn't think about the reason at all.

——Don’t explain, don’t care…

— Whatever you think, I only do what I should do...

——Silently guarding in the dark sounds pretty affectionate, but does it have any practical significance?

The answer is naturally no, Zixuan doesn't even know what the devil is thinking, and she doesn't even know that the other party actually likes her.If it is said that there is little hope in the first place, then if you don't even know it, you will completely cut off that little hope.

It's still the same principle, if you do something, there may be only one in ten thousand or even less chance of success, but if you don't even do it, then there is no chance at all.

It's like buying a lottery ticket and winning the first prize of hundreds of millions. Although the chance is so slim that it can be ignored, if you don't even buy a lottery ticket and ignore the most necessary prerequisites, how can you possibly win any prizes? What about chance?That's the reason, so it's normal that Mo Zunlou can't win against Xu Changqing.

Even now, he didn't say anything, but directly acted with a dark face, wanting to capture Zixuan, Jing Tian and others, although the intention was not to hurt them, but to fear that Xia Ran would do so, So I want to take the initiative to protect this group of people.

However, this scene is really not convincing, think about it——

Although everyone was familiar with him, but he belonged to a demon that everyone didn't have a good impression of, he rushed towards them fiercely the moment they met, and would attack them without saying a word...

Moreover, there is a demonic energy all over his body, and the special effect is not only the ominous crimson blood light, but also the eerie black fire, tearing the sky and the earth, with a ferocious force that shakes the sky, like a super devil, terrifying and peerless.

Such a person said that he was worried about them getting hurt, so he wanted to protect them... Well, sorry, even if it is a deduction for not having an initial impression, who would believe it?

Let's see, what about the other person?

The style of painting is refined and refined, like a banished celestial being, just like a banished immortal, with such a brilliant and majestic atmosphere, magical powers permeate the world, Taoism and divine glow flow, dense and dense, and the atmosphere is myriad, it seems to be in the Interpret the laws and principles of the world, and promote the rotation of the wheel of heaven and earth.

Even if you don't do anything, just stand in the world like this, it can be called a peerless elegance, as if you are the master of yin and yang, and the source of qi.

Obviously not a god or a demon, it is hard to imagine why there is such a supernatural power, which has far surpassed the so-called immortals.But there is no doubt that although these are some suspicious points, they are not considered by anyone to be a problem at all.

The style of painting is very important, and the goodwill brought by the initial impression is also very important, so that Zixuan and others immediately chose very "wisely" to stay away from the devil and get as close to this unfathomable fairy god as possible.

In this battle, this played a decisive role, because Chonglou really didn't want to hurt this group of people... Well, at least except for Xu Changqing, he didn't want to hurt other people.

So when He and Xia Ran wrestled in the tug-of-war across the void, they would naturally have some scruples and dare not use too much force. After all, the two sides of the tug-of-war may be fine, but the "rope" used for the tug-of-war is easily broken by huge force.

In addition, while Zixuan and the others are protecting themselves, they are also working hard to stay away from the Chonglou, wanting to get closer to Xia Ran...

——The result can be imagined.

"Everyone retreats behind me!"

Xia Ran was calm and breezy, with an unfathomable performance. With one palm, he took away the people who finally came to him. At the same time, he pointed across the sky, reaching up to the sky and down to the ground, and struck across the blackened face. The red-haired demon god left, shaking the entire void.

Before Zixuan and the others could react, they felt a blur in front of them, the world was spinning, and the scenery changed and the space was changed. When they took a closer look, they found that they had already left the battlefield and were thrown hundreds of miles away behind the Taoist.

The rumbling sound exploded in the center of the battlefield, like the roar of thousands of divine thunders. The faces of the onlookers in the far distance were all pale and their souls were shaken.

Even some disciples whose cultivation base was not stable shook their souls, couldn't catch up with their inner breath, and fell directly from the flying sword.Although there is still a protective body with spiritual power and spontaneity, there is still no danger to life, but it is estimated that it may break hands and legs.

But it's also not a big deal, as long as you return to the sect later, it will be a panacea.

Of course, the most holy medicine for living dead human flesh and white bones is rare and hard to find, but there are a lot of goods on the road to treat traumatic muscles and bones. It's not unusual to be alive and kicking like a normal person.

The members of the Qionghua faction who had just chased after him were also out of their minds at the moment, watching the battle at the end of the sky from a distance on the other side of the battlefield.

Murong Ziying was the leader of all the disciples, so he naturally had a solemn expression and sharp eyes. Although he didn't know Chonglou, he recognized another person.At this moment, his heart is completely different from the calm expression on the surface, and he is even a little broken.

He firmly remembered this person's idea of ​​collecting five spirit beads, which happened not long ago.

Before that, Murong Ziying herself was worried about the water spirit orb, the treasure of her sect, and it was stolen tonight.At that time, he immediately thought of a suspect, but he was relieved when he found out that the thieves who broke into the sect were all strangers.

However, after chasing all the way here, Murong Ziying still found a familiar suspect... Is this too coincidental? !

And think of when the group of thieves were chasing and killing all the way before, the group of people yelled madly, saying that they didn't take the water spirit orb, and when they went to Taiyi Palace, the spirit orb had disappeared ...

The corner of Murong Ziying's mouth twitched slightly, he probably already knew what was going on.

"Uncle Ziying..."

Huai Shuo came to his side and asked in a low voice.

"This matter is beyond our control. After I go back, I will report the truth to the head and let her make a decision..." Murong Ziying shook her head and said in a low voice.

Huai Shuo looked at his uncle in surprise. He subconsciously felt that his uncle shouldn't be so kind. Shouldn't he be the first one who couldn't stand this situation and wanted to use his sword brazenly?

Murong Ziying just shook his head, he had another long dream last night, it was so real and terrifying, the impression in his subconscious mind was naturally deeper, as if he had grown a lot, and he was quite enlightened.

It's okay to be jealous, but you have to consider the limitations of your own abilities. Besides, even if you don't take your own life seriously, you still have to be responsible for the disciples of the younger generations. It is even more valuable to have a clear understanding of the world and a good understanding of human relationships.

"Let's get out of here right now!"

On the other side, Zixuan stabilized her mind, cast a grateful glance behind her, then urged her to speak, and summoned her spiritual power to lead everyone to leave the battlefield quickly.

"But, this real person..."

Xu Changqing was a little uneasy, and felt that the young Taoist had just saved himself and others, and was still fighting hard.But I waited for the others to turn around and leave. Isn't that unkind?

"We will only drag down the Taoist priest if we stay, and we can't do anything except help..."

Zixuan said calmly and rationally, isn't it because of this reason that the other party moved herself and others here, and then stopped the angry big devil alone?

(End of this chapter)