"Cry, cry, cry..."

The Zhuying Beast monster roared and rushed towards the ghost painter. The surging figure seemed to want to cover it. The ghosts in the sky were not close to Zhuying Beast.

I saw it open its mouth and suck it, and thousands of ghosts were swallowed into its stomach.

"Candle...Candle Shadow Beast?"

Swish!

Seeing the black shadow above his head, the ghost painter's eyes also condensed, and the "ghost and god pen" in his hand also started to move, and a buzzing sound said: "Hmph, Zhu Wuji, the descendant of Zhulong and Kunxu Shadow Demon, I didn't expect that your star soul was actually this monster that cannot be tolerated by heaven. Well, this painter will do the way for heaven today. Apart from you, the monster, it will save him from harming the world."

"The Yantian Prison in the painting is imprisoned in all directions..."

Woo woo woo woo woo!

The pen in the ghost painter's hand just outlined two or three strokes in a sloppy way, and then he saw a vicissitudes of life and ancient stone prison emerging above its head.

Although the speed of the Candle Shadow Beast is fast, it is still a little slower than the pen of the ghost painter.

Only a loud bang was heard, and the stone prison imprisoned the Zhuying Beast inside. The stone prison fell down and evolved into the size of a house. After it hit the ground, the entire "Three Kings Mansion" and even the Shendu City began to shake.

The candle shadow beast fell into the stone prison. No matter how hard it struggled or roared, it seemed that it could not escape the imprisonment of the stone prison. The black shadow fog on its body seemed to burst out with demonic energy, and instantly swept across every corner of the stone prison.

"Hmph, you are a beast that is hard tolerant to heaven. After entering the Heavenly Prison of this painter, even if you have great skills, you can't break free. Don't worry, this painter has read several "Buddhist scriptures" and "Lecture Notes" back then. After you are destroyed, you will definitely be able to save you." The ghost painter glanced at Zhu Wuji and sneered.

"Saving it? I'm afraid you don't have that ability." Zhu Wuji's eyes narrowed, and he looked at the Heavenly Prison behind the ghost painter, sneered, and said, "Three thousand people on the side and eight hundred people on the left. I can practice your inexplicable painting skills into magical powers and secret techniques. I'm a little underestimated. Unfortunately, how high the sky is and how majestic the immortals are, how can you understand it, a little mortal? You dare to call yourself a heavenly Prison. Today I smash your heavenly Prison to let you see the gap between us."

"The Emperor's Body Achievement"..."

Rumble!

As soon as Zhu Wuji took action, the entire world of the "Shendu City" swayed. He heard a loud roar of dragons. He saw more than a dozen five-clawed golden dragons of luck flew out of the imperial city and instantly penetrated into Zhu Wuji's body.

His entire figure rose several times in an instant.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

"Broken to me." Zhu Wuji raised his hand and punched the ghost painter.

The terrifying momentum and murderous intent spread out from Zhu Wuji at once.

"What... so strong murderous intent, this... is this "Huangji Body Body Achievement" one of the ten major powers of "Xianchao"?" The ghost painter's face changed. It seemed that he did not expect that Zhu Wuji now stood in front of it like a god and Buddha, making it feel invincible.

"Hiss, so strong." Ye Xingchen, who was standing in the distance, breathed abruptly when he saw "The Emperor's Body Achievement". Zhu Wuji's magical power was now used. As early as the Hanging Mountain, he also saw the nineteenth prince performing it. However, compared with the two, it was simply a difference between heaven and earth, and it cannot be said in the same way.

When the Nineteenth Prince's "The Emperor's Body Ability" was performed, it was not much better than his "Imperial Fist".

At this moment, Zhu Wuji used it completely, giving people a feeling of invincibility.

"This... is the strength of the half-step immortal?" The Iron Feather Eagle Emperor swallowed with a trembling voice, "The same magical power, when used by the half-step immortal, it is actually a hundred times stronger than the Emperor Realm, and more than a thousand times stronger." Thinking that he had fought with Zhu Wuji for so long at the beginning, and felt the power of "Emperor's Body Achievement", even the powerful man in the Emperor Realm felt a chill on his back and sweating.

"Not only cultivation, realm, but also the dragon energy of this Shendu City." The strength of the Qinglian Patriarch was two or three points higher than the remaining few people, and his eyesight was also the most outstanding. He looked at Zhu Wuji with a bright look and said, "Hmph, no wonder the Zhu family members not only pursue the path of immortality, but also the imperial city on earth. The dragon energy actually has such a wonderful use. I used to think that the people of the Zhu family were just greedy for worldly power."

"Qing... Old man Qinglian, is that dragon energy really so powerful?" The Fire Rat Shuai Emperor frowned and said in a voice.

"At least 30%." Master Qinglian raised three fingers and said, "If it were not for the dragon energy assistance of this Shendu City and the ghost painter's methods, even if he could not fight Zhu Wuji, he would not lose too ugly. It would be hard to say now."

"Hiss...30%?"

After hearing the words of Master Qinglian, the powerful people present couldn't help but take a breath, and the eyes that looked at Zhu Wuji became hot.

Everyone seemed to be considering whether they should learn from the "Zhu" family and build a country on their own territory after today's affairs are over.

Unfortunately, none of them have any experience in this regard.

"Ghost Painter, be careful, his current power will definitely not be able to compete with him." Master Qinglian said in a voice.

"Strong rival?" The ghost painter smiled bitterly in his heart. After all, it was also a strong man of the world. When he saw Zhu Wuji's punch, he was just panicked for a moment and immediately calmed down.

It is a ghost cultivator.

Instead of physical cultivation like Zhu Wuji, he would be able to reduce his strength by ten times and would dare to smash anything with one punch.

It relies on the "ghost and god pen" in its hand and the unpredictable magical powers of the ghost path.

"Eight and Nine Profound Ghost Art, Kill..."

The ghost painter swayed and avoided it. He did not dare to confront Zhu Wuji head-on. His hands kept moving. With a light stroke of the "Ghost and God Pen", he saw that the ghost energy in the sky emerged from the tip of the pen, and instantly turned into a breathtaking ghost soldier, and slashed at Zhu Wuji.

"Hmph, a superb magic weapon? Ghost painter, can you even take this kind of thing out and embarrass you?"

Zhu Wuji sneered twice with disdain.

The force in his hand did not diminish. The force of the fist hit the "ghost soldier" and made a loud "rumbling" sound. I saw that the ghost soldier, which was nearly seventy or eighty meters, did not even breathe. Zhu Wuji ignored it. He just shattered the ghost soldier with the fist power around it.

"Even I do not dare to compare myself to an immortal, to be a heaven. And you, a small ghost cultivator, dare to call this broken stone prison a heavenly prison. Who gives you the courage?"

"Buzz,buzz,buzz..."

The power in Zhu Wuji's hand was not weakened by the obstacles of the 'ghost soldier', but instead became stronger and stronger. At this moment, he was like a mountain, roaring lowly and saying, "Give it, I, break..."
Chapter completed!