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Chapter 353 The little girl’s drawings and words

Wearing black armor, Peng Fan stood on the ground, pointing his gun at the sky, without any fear, he suddenly rose from the ground and flew straight to the hole in the sky.

"Bold lunatic, dare to defy the sky, he should be punished!"

Wu Gang, who was overlooking the mortal world, suddenly let out a roar, and slapped a palm towards the lower part of the mortal world. Immediately, a gigantic palm appeared, descended from the sky, and pressed down hard on the top of Peng Fan's head. There were some clouds blocking it. When encountering the big palm print, they all avoided it.

This scene was like the Tathagata Buddha back then, using the palm of the Tathagata to suppress his grandson monkey.

But Peng Fan is not Monkey Sun, and Wu Gang is not Tathagata.

With a straight body and wearing a black armor, Peng Fan held a huge spear in his hand, and he still went forward bravely, pressing the palm prints on the sky, soaring towards the sky without any fear.

When Peng Fan flew into the air with his whole body and collided with Wu Gang's huge palm print, he saw the spear in Peng Fan's hand raised above his head, stabbing away at the palm of the palm print.

Suddenly, there was a huge bang in the sky, and countless clouds were spread and spread, and even large swaths of clouds continued to collapse, collapsing towards the earth.

At this time, Peng Fan's rebellious intentions filled the whole Jiuxiao, and the great god in the sky couldn't do anything about him, Peng Fan's whole body directly penetrated the sky-like huge palm print.

A hole suddenly appeared on the back of the huge palm print, and Peng Fan's figure suddenly rushed up from inside.

This scene was Wu Gang's unexpected, ants-like human beings, who did not expect to be so powerful, and actually forcibly took his blow.

There was anger in Wu Gang's eyes. What Peng Fan did at this time was the provocative Tianwei, provoking him. With a cold snort, two puffs of air spewed out from his nostrils, which immediately turned into violent winds, forming two huge tornadoes , roaring towards the bottom of the sky.

At the same time, Wu Gang also raised the huge sky-opening ax in his hand, and slashed down on Peng Fan's head viciously.

"All the generals obey, kill these heaven-defying ants for me, don't keep any of them, kill them for me!"

"Kill!...!"

At the same time, the deafening sound of war drums suddenly sounded in the sky. With an order, countless heavenly soldiers and generals roared out the sound of killing, which made people feel scared in their hearts.

Everyone is afraid. Just listening to the momentum of the voice is unmatched. Peng Fan also has a little fear in his heart, but he can't care about that much now. He stays in the mortal world. The cultivators in the mortal world have all gone to the battlefield of the Nine Heavens. Above, there is a bloody fight.

He was their backing and should be a barrier. Now that the world was suddenly attacked and caught off guard, Peng Fan had to bite the bullet and charge forward even if he died.

Peng Fan still had lingering fears. The last time he realized Taoism for the first time in the Ghost Demon Realm, the ordinary heavenly soldiers he attracted were so powerful, but at this time, there were hundreds of thousands of heavenly soldiers and generals above his head. , and that terrifying Wu Gang.

"As long as I, Peng Fan, am here, let's see who can kill him!"

Peng Fan also let out a roar, and his whole body went berserk. He quickly flew into the sky, holding a long gun, and fought Wu Gang in the air for several rounds in an instant, and no one could do anything to the other.

But Peng Fan clearly felt that the palm of his hand holding the spear was numb, there was a crack in the tiger's mouth, and there was blood flowing out from the long handle, dripping on the clouds, and then dripping on the ground.

The blood of the ancient emperor is extraordinary, even if it drips on the ground or on the bluestone slab, it will make a chichichi sound, and it will burn on the bluestone slab, about to create a huge hole in the bluestone slab , and then disappear.

In one breath, Peng Fan flew directly to the collapsed sky hole. One man held a spear and guarded the sky hole. It can be said that one man guards the gate and no man can open it. If there are heavenly soldiers who want to come down, they will be shot by Peng Fan. Penetrate the fairy body.

In the sky, the sounds of fighting can be heard endlessly, very fierce, and there are even corpses and robes constantly falling down to the ground.

On the ground, countless ordinary people raised their eyes to see all of this. They knelt down and kowtowed, terrified, and some even cried out of fear.

At this time, they knelt and prostrated, not to worship those so-called gods, but to kneel to Peng Fan. They were praying for the heavens and praying for Peng Fan's safe return.

Their children and husbands all went to the Jiuchongtian battlefield, and Peng Fan was their only guarantee. If something happened to Peng Fan, they would die without a place to bury them.

If they die, those cultivators on the Jiuchongtian battlefield will definitely lose their combat effectiveness. If the relatives they want to protect are all dead, then what is the point of living.

Then in the next end, human beings will be completely destroyed, or become slaves of heaven again, even the ancestors of the underworld, as well as the sea clan and allies of human beings, will be implicated by it, not to mention the extermination of the nine clans, but More than half of the race will definitely be slaughtered mercilessly.

On the earth, there is a little girl whose cultivation base is not high, she should have just cultivated not long ago, but her cultivation base and spiritual consciousness are so strong that she can actually see the battle scene between Peng Fan and the heavenly soldiers and generals in the sky.

The little girl, kneeling in the crowd, raised her head to the sky. There was a drawing board in front of her, with a paintbrush in her hand, and she kept drawing on the drawing board, drawing Peng Fan on the battlefield. The aura of Jun Wanshen was depicted.

There are a few ordinary old people next to them. Since they don't have any fluctuations in their cultivation, they can't see the battle situation in the heaven at all. They can only see the drawing on the little girl's drawing board.

The little girl draws very well, and the pictures inside are vivid.

These old people can only look at the little girl, Huahua in the painting, Peng Fan in the painting, the jet-black armor is a little damaged, and there is red, dark brown blood flowing out of the damage, but the appearance is still the same, extremely handsome, with pitch-black hands With his long spear, he continued to pick off the heavenly soldiers and generals. He was extremely mighty, and he was like a god of war.

"My human race has such a good man, so why be afraid of gods and Buddhas!"

The ordinary old people watching by the side cried out excitedly with tears in their eyes.

The little girl also stopped the brush in her hand and looked at the drawings on her drawing board. She had already drawn countless pieces of paper, and every drawing was filled with Peng Fan's endless majesty, his unrestrained posture, and his fearless attitude towards the gods. The reverse intention is simply extremely handsome.

"My brother is so handsome."

The little girl blurted out suddenly, and then picked up a painting that she was most satisfied with from the ground, stacked it together, put it in her arms, then stood up, clapped her hands, jumped up and down, leave.

"Little girl, why don't you stop painting? If you stop painting, we won't be able to know the situation in heaven. You keep painting!"

The ordinary old people nearby saw the little girl leaving and spoke quickly.

"Although my brother is handsome, he is so pitiful. In order to protect us, he guarded the hole in the sky alone, fighting with tens of thousands of heavenly soldiers and generals. He has been injured in many places, but no one can help him. I want to be a brother too. That kind of hero, I just hope that someone can help my poor brother, drawing here is a waste of time, I'm going to practice."

After the little girl uttered these words, she bounced away, leaving behind those disabled old people who buried their heads in sighs, which only added to their sorrow.

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