In the Meishan courtyard, everyone stared at Lin Xuan with their mouths open.
Because Lin Xuan just painted a mountain.
But Lin Xuan himself didn't know that thousands of miles away, the mountain he painted directly attracted the saint and made him vomit blood.
The tunnels all surrendered to him and contributed to his sacred mountain.
Lin Xuan doesn’t know, but others do!
Especially the immortals in these Meishan courtyards were even more surprised by Lin Xuan's god-like manipulation to the point of being dumbfounded.
It can be said that the immortals in Meishan Xiaoyuan are well aware of what happened thousands of miles away.
Isn't this the case where Saint Jie Yin was beaten to the point of vomiting blood by such a huge mountain painted by Lin Xuan?
this……
"Gulu!"
"Gulu!"
"Gulu!"
There were constant sounds of swallowing.
Leader Tongtian and others were stunned.
That is a saint!
Even the mountains painted by Senior Lin Xuan, and even the saints in front of them, are so vulnerable?
This undoubtedly refreshed everyone's outlook.
"Yuan Hong, hit me!"
Lu Ya's eyes widened and he spoke to Yuan Hong* next to him.
"This... Brother Chicken, it's not good!"
Yuan Hong felt a little embarrassed.
This Lu Ya is a Hunyuan Saint. It seems inappropriate for me, a Daluo Jinxian, to hit him.
What if this is the fishing law enforcement Lu Ya learned from senior Lin Xuan, what will Yuan Hong do?
If Lu Ya wanted to settle the scores after the fall, then ten thousand Yuan Hongs would be tied together, which would not be enough for Lu Ya to fight alone.
"Stop talking nonsense! Hit me and let me see if I'm dreaming!"
Lu Ya shouted angrily.
"this……"
Hong couldn't help but be in a dilemma.
"I'll hit you if I ask you to! You're looking for death!"
Lu Ya's eyes suddenly erupted with a fierce light.
"All right!"
Yuan Hong nodded.
Then, a stream of light flashed!
Dua
g!
Lu Ya felt a sharp pain coming over him, and his whole body began to twitch.
Damn, it hurts!
Lu Ya felt that his breath turned into cold air.
It really hurts!
Not a dream!
Lu Ya woke up and then looked at Yuan Hong.
Lu Ya asked Yuan Hong to hit him just to confirm whether he was dreaming.
However, as a Hunyuan Saint, Lu Ya could not have been beaten so painfully by Yuan Hong!
There seems to be something wrong with this plot!
Lu Ya looked carefully.
I just saw Yuan Hong, a boy who didn't know when he took down the slingshot Lin Xuan used to shoot Demon Master Kunpeng from the wall.
With Yuan Hong's cultivation level, it is naturally impossible to pull the slingshot.
But just hitting Lu Ya with a slingshot made Lu Ya feel unbearable.
You know, with this slingshot, Lu Ya used this slingshot to directly hurt Daozu Hongjun's right hand.
Now, if Yuan Hong hits himself with this thing, how can he not feel pain?
If it weren't for the fact that Yuan Hong's cultivation level was too low to exert the power of the slingshot, if a saint had used the slingshot, just that one blow would have been enough to kill Lu Ya.
"You stinky monkey! Bastard!"
Lu Ya glared angrily.
Mainly because his master was still concentrating on painting, Lu Ya didn't dare to teach Yuan Hong a lesson.
However, in Lu Ya's heart, he already hated Yuan Hong.
After thinking about it, if I find an opportunity, I must kill Yuan Hong directly.
Yuan Hong also looked aggrieved!
Please, didn't you ask me to hit you?
Yuan Hong felt so useless.
Really wronged!
The immortals in Meishan were completely shocked by Lin Xuan's heaven-defying methods.
Even his breathing began to freeze.
For fear of disturbing Lin Xuan.
But Lin Xuan didn't take it seriously. He looked at the landscape painting he drew and couldn't help but nodded slightly, feeling somewhat satisfied.
"It's been a long time since I painted, but my skills haven't declined! Not bad!"
"It's a pity that it's just a mountain, and it can't be as majestic as an endless mountain range!"
"I have a huge country with beautiful mountains and rivers! No, I have to paint it into mountains!"
Lin Xuan was completely immersed in his creation, and was secretly happy.
Of course, there is also a hint of narcissism in this.
Still want to paint?
The immortals in Meishan were shocked when they heard what Lin Xuan said.
Even the leader of Tongtian Cult could not help but take a breath of air.
Everyone, collectively observe three minutes of silence for the saint.
This sacred mountain is the continuous mountain range that caused Saint Jieyin to be injured like this...
For a moment, the entire Meishan Courtyard could not help but tremble.
terrible!
"It seems that Taoist Mosquito went to the Western Paradise to devour the twelve-grade golden lotus because of Senior Lin Xuan's guidance. To put it bluntly, he got the instruction from Senior Lin Xuan!"
"And this Holy Spirit Guide actually dared to hunt down Taoist Mosquito, and he even dared to chase him thousands of miles away from Meishan Mountain."
"Obviously, this has already angered Senior Lin Xuan!"
Leader Tongtian murmured in a voice transmission.
The immortals on Meishan couldn't help but nod their heads.
In this way, it is such a situation.
I have to say that this senior Lin Xuan seems to be approachable and likes to pretend to be a mortal, but in fact, he is very vindictive.
"Jie Yin! Jie Yin! You deserve your bad luck today!"
For a moment, all the immortals in Meishan sighed in their hearts.
"Swish, swish, swish!"
On the huge rice paper, Lin Xuan began to dance like dragons and phoenixes, and his pen moved like dragons and snakes.
The ink moves with the agile brush, dancing freely on the rice paper.
In an instant, mountains stood up one after another and turned into mountain ranges.
The majestic colors of the mountains and rivers of the ancient Chinese country are fully revealed in Lin Xuan's hands...
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Thousands of miles away from Meishan, Jie Yin naturally knew about it, fearing that he would offend the mysterious powers of the three realms.
This powerful method is so powerful that back then, it was just a crossed-out word "Chan" that reversed the fate of the gods.
As a result, Chanjiao suffered a great karma.
Now, Jie Yin's pursuit of this mosquito Taoist was actually intercepted by this mysterious power.
This situation is no small matter!
Although Saint Jie Yin hates Taoist Mosquito, but for Jie Yin.
He wanted to kill this mosquito Taoist, but he couldn't kill him now.
If he's not careful, he may even end up taking his own life!
The moment he received the saint, he had a decision in his heart.
Save Taoist Mosquito's life first, and escape yourself!
As a saint, I cannot afford to put myself in danger for the sake of Taoist monks.
When the saint came here, he was planning to escape.
When the mosquito Taoist saw this, there was some regret in his eyes.
It is a pity that the saint is immortal, and the mosquito Taoist has no way to deal with the saint. If he rushes forward rashly, there is a risk of being beheaded.
"This old dog can escape quickly!"
The mosquito Taoist thought bitterly.
However, the moment Jie Yin turned around——
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
One sacred mountain after another surged out, and in an instant, it turned into a sacred mountain range!
"Fuck!"
The saint who received the invitation was completely stunned!
Are you kidding me?
