Xiao Hui Mingming heard the words, suddenly stunned, now he, how to say that he is also the top strong among the younger generation of the three worlds, their own cultivation, even those heavenly beings, are beyond the dust, but did not expect that in the eyes of the Moyuan the Great, it is still far away.

"In fact, if you measure according to the cultivation of the younger generation, at this moment, you are already the one who has never been before, and no one is faster than your cultivation, but you must know that you are not a young person at all in a strict sense, and you know that inside you, there is the supreme painting of the bones that I sacrifice and carry thousands of years."

As if he understood the surprise of wisdom, the painting of Mo Yuan smiled faintly and spoke again.

"But my hard-ficulating cultivation in recent years has not played a big role in the Supreme Painting Bones?"

Little Clever asked incomperntly.

Although he has a natural understanding of the cultivation of the painting path, he has an innate understanding, but this road is his own thorns, hard forward, and the supreme painting bone is only in his life and death, play the divine power, for him to crack the danger.

"You are right, your own cultivation is indeed the result of your own efforts, but you know that if you don't have the Supreme Bone, you will not have the ability to have a strong understanding of the way of painting at all.You know, how many people in the sky, want to be like you, but the real painting spirit body, but only you!"

The painting did not hesitate to be angry, smiling and slowly saying.

“But that’s not what I want, I want it, it’s a soul that’s really mine!”Even if he is stupid and blunt, but that is the real me."

He did not show excitement and excitement, but spoke righteously.

Yes, life is alive, who does not want to be born, is a genius, is smarter than others, talent is extraordinary, but for Hui Ming, real, far more than these, let him feel a sense of accomplishment, he has always lived very real!

Mo Yuan painted the emperor heard the words, suddenly surprised, he never thought, he has always wanted to be the body of hope for rebirth, actually said such a thing, he opened his mouth, but also want to say something, suddenly, feel the external world, changed.

Oh!What a uh!

In that outer space, Chen Changhe was waiting, and in the sky, there was a black cloud, slowly drifting, huge pressure, directly let the earth below, flying sand and stone, a mess.

The next moment, the clouds in the sky, the sky burst out a stormy drink, the sky shook, the tens of thousands of spiritual forces practiced, like a thunderstorm, crazy swept over the sky, with a shocking sound, constantly shrouded in the small wisdom.

The eyes are closed, there is also a sense at this moment, suddenly open the eyes, eyes are also hospitable to look at all this, in the sky, at least there are tens of thousands of people, and one by one are the top masters, so fierce to come, naturally came to arrest him.

The tens of thousands of people's Qiqi attack, thinking that even if there is a master of the heavenly realm like Chen Changhe, coupled with Huiming, he can only retreat, he is a little confused for a while.

What to do?

Rumble!

The earth-shattering offensive, bombarded, in the thousands of spiritual exercises, about to be Chen Changhe and Hui Ming completely shrouded, suddenly, in the Huiming body, there appeared a huge colorful light curtain, above the light curtain, rippling layers of ripples, see in the center of the light curtain, there is a very bright light gathering, those lights, seem to gradually evolve into a great shadow.

The light slowly converged and condensed, a slignant figure dressed in a danqing robe, completely appeared, his white hair scattered, eyesless, handsome face, waved unsurpone.

This figure in the danqing robe, the quiet negative hand and standing above the head of the wise, dazzling runes, condensed in his body, as if it were gathering countless real dragons and real phoenixes.

When this Danqing robe appeared, a breath of indescribable words suddenly rippled between heaven and earth, that kind of momentum, majestic and huge, like Heiner Baichuan.

Under that momentum, even the whole void was a slight trembling.

Dance alone, heaven and earth alone!

Painting the world, Dan Qing against the sky!

He slowly raised his head, looking at the overwhelming black spiritual force training, as if it were gently sentimental, and then his right hand was like a brush, gently painted in mid-air.

The buzz!

The black mist that swept away the road suddenly solidified when it was still hundreds of feet away from him, and at that moment, it was as if the whole time of the sky had been static.

“Oh my God!Is that it?”

Even as strong as Chen Changhe, he took a cold breath and was surprised.

The figure of Danqing in the middle of the air, a few flicks, those already static thick black fog, actually at an extremely amazing speed, began to fly away, and finally, in the frightened eyes of Huiming and Chen Changhe, the number of people in the sky.

Hmm!

The blood in the sky is like a huge rain of blood, and the tens of thousands of people hidden in the high-altitude black fog are all spit back on blood, and there are a few people who are cultivated as high, and they are also pale, and they are hurriedly withdrawn, and their eyes are full of horror.

“Is it...”

Some people trembling, looking at the eyes of the Danqing figure in the middle of the air, full of horror, even the sound, are trembling.

"God, Mo Yuan painted the emperor's occult, go and inform the lord!"

The painting of Moyeon!!

This simple four words, but let everyone in this space, are pale, afraid and worried, and regret for themselves to come to arrest Hui Ming.

“Is he really born?”

He looked at the face with shock and murmured.

"He is indeed a Mo Yuan painting emperor, but not the Buddha, but only a spiritual shadow."

Chen Changhe sighed and said.

"Just a shadow of the spirit can have such power, if he is born again, it will be even more terrible!" 」

Wise Ming heard the words, and couldn't help but nod his head slowly, is this the power of heaven or the holy place?Indeed, it is possible to stay famous and control a super big person of an era alone!

In the high altitude, countless people are pale, and they dare not shoot here for a while, they know that even if the light and shadow are not the real Moyuan painting emperors, but it is easy to kill them.