Dragon Tamer

Long fell into the morning mist on the mountain road, and a slender figure walked up from under the pavilion.

　　 On both sides of the stone steps she passed, flowers bloomed, and the fragrance wafted in the mountains.

The woman walked straight to the imperceptible white pavilion and saw the painter in the pavilion, she couldn't help but laughed: "When I stepped into the lost city of Huazhen, I felt something was wrong, although the multiple fragrances were mixed with the smell of earth. It is difficult for ordinary people to distinguish, but there is nothing in the smell that can escape me, it is the smell of ink."

　　The **** of incense walked to the white pavilion and looked at the woman who played around with thousands of ascetics and ten gods.

　　 The woman is wearing a veil, she is exquisite and graceful, and her appearance with a brush in her hand is even more glamorous and charming, even if she doesn't need to see her face, she can feel that her peerless posture has overshadowed all the surrounding scenery.

　　 Xiangshen felt a little strange in his heart.

　　 She thinks she is incomparable charm, but she lost her mind for a while, as if she was also attracted by this quiet, thin, mysterious woman...

"Your trick has been seen through by me. For the sake of you being a beauty, I can allow you to condemn yourself!" Xiangshen smiled and swept away the strange feeling in his heart, with a few words. Looking at this Yan Shabei with the taste of sub-examination.

Yan Shamei stood there, turning around slowly, she also looked at Xiangshen, but she was still painting with one hand in front of her, and there was no ink on her brush, but she gently stroked strokes, But it seems to have caused some terrible changes in the lost city of Huazheng dissolved in the sun!

　　 "I persuaded you, it is better to put down the pen in your hand." Xiangshen's tone increased a little.

　　 The Yansha woman did not answer, she still painted in that Jingxiu.

Xiangshen subconsciously glanced at the deserted city in the distance, but found that a huge monster appeared in the center of the deserted city. It was a poisonous flower dragon. The body of this dragon was composed of dozens of sturdy colored pythons. The body plunged into the earth like the rhizome of a plant, and when twisting, you can see the earth undulating!

The vines resembled the wild dragon of the city, criss-crossing, the city of flower array came alive all at once, all the faded gorgeous colors became a part of the flower dragon, and the body of the flower dragon stood taller and taller. Comparable to the heavenly sacred tree, countless dragon python branches and vines are star-like, stretching toward the horizon with a gesture of covering the sky and the sun, and the city outside the city is also covered for a while...

　　 is even spreading towards the whole god! ! !

　　 Xiangshen saw this shocking scene, and he couldn't believe it.

The huge flower city is just a painting in the hands of Yan Sha woman. This is quite a shocking thing. What Xiangshen can’t understand is that this artist seems to be able to paint directly in reality, and is now moving towards the whole god. The savage flower dragon that dances wantonly is exactly her strokes just now!

　　 "Take her!" Xiangshen realized that something was wrong and hurriedly issued an order.

At the early fog of 　　 mountain steps, three arhats appeared, they rushed up quickly, and stood in the three positions of the white pavilion with instant steps.

　　 They have solemn expressions and sharp eyes.

　　 One of them pointed out that Arhat took the lead in the move, and his fingertips flew out like a sword, turning into a terrible penetrating power, and flew toward the neck of the Yan Sha woman.

　　 The other two arhats also shot at the same time. They displayed their fist and palm techniques respectively. You can see that the fist prints larger than the mountains are pressed down, and the palm prints wider than the city are pushed out.

　　 Yan Sha woman stood in the pavilion, still unresponsive to the attacks of the three Arhats.

　　 The green mountain is directly shattered, and if the power of the gods is not controlled, it will even swept towards the gods. Fortunately, at the realm of the gods, the strength can be controlled, and the spread of energy can also be controlled.

　　The mountain is broken, but the white pavilion, without a trace of damage, stands tall in the ashes of the mountain, and the Yansha woman inside is unscathed.

　　 "How is it possible?" Xiangshen asked in astonishment.

　　 The three Arhats were also taken aback by the sight in front of them.

　　 How could there be no threat to the power of the three of them? Even if it is the existence of the **** general and the **** master level, they must be responsive to such an attack. How does it feel that this woman does not exist...

　　 The three arhats continued to take action, all kinds of magical powers were displayed. This area seemed to fall into an abyss in an instant, and even the sun could not shine in. Everything around was constantly annihilated and perished because of the overlapping of these magical powers.

The white pavilion is still hanging there quietly, as if separated from another world. People can only see but don’t even want to touch it. The woman in the pavilion is still painting there, she gently The pen erased all the magical energy of the three arhats, and with a casual stroke, she actually drew the green mountain that had just been shattered, and then she put a lot of attention on the magical flower dragon... …

　　 "Wow!!!!!!!!!"

　　 The flower dragon standing in the gods seems to have unlocked all the shackles and seals, its dragon power swept wildly, the heaven and the earth were dimmed in an instant, and the blazing sun disappeared.

　　 The Wild Flower Dragon raised his paw and patted a person in the middle of the city heavily.

　　 That person is the Holy Sovereign Hua Chong. Even though the red-eyed Arhat next to him is the strongest among Arhats, he still doesn't know how to deal with this incredible scene!

　　 The saint's head Hua Chong has been shot three times in a row. He vomited blood, and his bones were falling apart.

　　 This little flower city hides a deeper mystery. These gods are like stepping on a taboo for gods and demons. They are no longer the masters of a world, but more like humble survivors.

　　 Ascetic monk, the deaths and injuries were extremely heavy. Three of the six arhats are in the pavilion. The eagle and arhat have been seriously injured, and the holy head Hua Chong lacks strong protection. However, the wild flower dragon, which has just recovered in the morning light, is like a demon king, trampling on this fragile one crazily. In the world, the gorgeous Xiashan City is being buried one by one in the ground!

　　 "Hurry up and stop her!!" Sheng Shouhua exclaimed.

　　 The cries reached this pavilion, but Xiangshen was helpless at this time.

　　 She feels that some of her concepts are about to be subverted. A painter can be so superb that the real world can be turned into a barren, and she can draw a world-destroying dragon to trample on the holy head and Arhat at will...

And the pavilion in front of her was clearly her painter, but it couldn't be destroyed by exhausting all his strength. The painter inside did not put her, the **** of fragrance, and the three arhats in his eyes, and painted and tortured himself. Ascetics, holy heads, gods and arhats in the city!

　　 Looking over from here, the seriously injured Eagle Arhat didn't escape from Huacheng in the end. He was shot into the earth by the tail of the wild flower dragon and turned into a vague pool of flesh and blood.

　　 How to make her stop? ?

　　 Xiangshen even felt that if she didn't let her stop, all the gods who came to encircle the murderers would be killed this time! !

　　 The three arhats are also out of breath. They have never encountered such an absolute realm. The little pavilion is simply a holy hall. The power of their little gods can't even leave a trace on it.

　　 Few ascetic monks were slaughtered. The female painting gods in the pavilion were still ruining everything, and the huge gods were half destroyed.

　　 Xiangshen's face was full of fear, all of which exceeded her cognition, she even wanted to turn around and flee here.

　　 But at this moment, a beam of peaceful light flew like a bird in the direction of the capital, and it was very fast, and it didn't take long before it landed on the white pavilion.

Xiangshen looked at this holy and brilliant brilliance. In the brilliance, there was a woman wearing a saree and a peacock crown. Because of her morning light in the dark world, the morning light followed her divine light repeatedly. Sprinkled on this terrifying zone.

　　 "Xuan Ge!" Xiangshen's face was light, and his eyes were full of joy.

　　 Xuan Ge was bathed in brilliance, and his divine light scattered the sunlight into this chaotic area, and once again dissolved the surrounding green hills, the surrounding ruins, and began to dissolve the pavilion that the three arhats could not break.

　　 In the pavilion, the woman is still painting, but her paintbrush is out of color ink again.

She turned her head, her hair softly hung beside her exquisite cheeks, and the thin veil could not cover her suffocating beauty. She looked at God Xuan Ge, and God Xuan Ge's fingers popped out a ball of holy light. The light flew to the pavilion, and the pavilion began to melt!

　　 "Damn it!! We must let her be forever, this painter demon girl, despise the power of God!!" The three arhats said in anger.

　　 In fact, seeing the **** Xuan Ge descended, they felt relieved, UU reading www.uukahnshu. Com, after all, they exhausted all their strength, and they didn't even break their studio.

　　 However, God Xuan Ge stretched out a hand at this time, beckoning the three arhats not to go forward.

　　 The three Arhats were puzzled.

　　 Like this kind of painter, once her painting is broken, she should have nothing to fear. In terms of pure force, they should be better.

　　 Xiangshen approached Xuan Ge, and only Xuan Ge could bring her a sense of security at this time.

　　 Xiangshen looked at the dissolving pavilion, and found that the pavilion was actually like a painting ink soaked in water, it was scattered and dissolved bit by bit...

　　 What makes Xiangshen even more incredible is that the woman in the pavilion has also begun to disappear like smoke and ink. She is obviously a living flesh and blood, and she clearly plays everyone in her palm...

　　 But she... she... is also a painting.

　　 lifelike paintings.

　　 "Picture in Picture!!" Finally, Xiangshen suddenly woke up.

　　 A picture that made my soul tremble involuntarily was sketched in Xiangshen’s mind:

A painting god, she sits quietly somewhere in the city of gods. She spreads out the scroll and drew a woman painting in the pavilion on it. In the painting, there is a hanging painting in front of the woman who is painting. An ancient city full of flowers...

　　 People in painting, people paint, picture in picture.

　　 All the shocking things in front of the world are also the paintings of others. I am in it, thinking I have seen through the paintings of women, but I don’t know that I am still in the paintings of people!