"It turns out that this child has realized the ultimate practice of life and death on his own?!This, even if I am the creator of the practice of life and death, have not reached it!"

The East looked at the wise, and could not help but sigh.

Since she created this practice of painting, and the eight years of imprisonment in the underground, she has been aware of cultivation for decades, but it is also congenial to reach the ninth floor of the birth and death of the painting.

"He actually used one breath to all gods, and completely shared the power of the ancient light and the Eucharist, although he could only maintain a very short time, but he really did it, not simple!"

"Now Hui Ming, I am afraid that in the face of the fifth floor of the Heavenly Land, they can stand invincible."

All the three strong people, are looking at each other, and finally can't help but admire, no wonder this wisdom dares to integrate the ancient light into themselves, it turns out that it was planned!

However, there is one thing they are wrong about, and when Huiming integrates into the Eucharist, there is no specific intention, but he feels that only in this way can the danger be solved.

Simply put, intuition.

On the void, Hui Ming's slightly closed eyes, but also slowly open, the original dark eyes, but also directly into the dark gold color, which is filled with deep light, like the starry sky outside the boundary, deep and unpredictable.

He looked around and looked at the same figure as he was.

The tens of thousands of figures at this moment are also turned into dark gold, but they are all motionless at this moment.Because, even so many bodies, at this moment are filled with too much rabid force, once they are moving, they are likely to explode directly.

However, at this moment, in the eyes of Huiming, it is a strange light, quietly scanning a circle, because, in the moment of feeling the practice of the Fa, he has a very mysterious understanding of the whole painting path...

That kind of perception goes beyond the practice of painting, Danqing's pursuit of life, etc., and can even be said to go beyond all the work of painting.

It is a level that even the ancient painting of Di Moyuan has not touched.

Hui Ming was also unable to touch, but before all his own strength, instilled into all the incarnations, all the incarnations and themselves seemed to have a very mysterious connection.

Incarnation of oneself, can undertake their own spiritual strength and cultivation, so what about others?It can even be said that all the painters in the human world?

This idea, not even himself, made a big jump.

However, he also knows that it is not the time to feel, so he temporarily thrashed it down, and then raised his head, dark golden eyes, looking at the distance, see there, the demon that Hong does not return, facing a dozen people in the late half-imperial realm of the strong, but like a wolf like a sheep, the fist flipped between the fists, all the mouths of the mouths of blood, even retreat.

However, just when the flood did not return to the big killing ring, his body suddenly stiffened down, that feeling, as if by the ancient gods and beasts to stare at the general, that feeling let him know that as long as he acted a little more, then, he would be destroyed.

The red eyes, slowly raised, and when they saw the bright and glittering wisdom of the sun, the eyes suddenly shrank, a sense of inexplicable danger, poured into the heart.

At this moment, the wisdom of this state makes him startled.

Hui Ming stared at Hong, his face seemed to appear a smile, the next moment, his body suddenly disappeared out of nowhere.

Hong did not return to the cold, did not hesitate to retreat, at the same time, the rolling blood spirit swept out, directly in the whole body into a number of blood shields, will protect themselves in the center.

Oh, hey!

Hui Ming's figure, ghostly appeared above the head of Hong, his eyes indifferently looked at the number of defensive blood shields, directly five fingers, and then a fierce fist bombardment.

Hush!

A fist falls, the golden light is crazy condensed, the whole void, as if it is collapsing at this moment, all the spiritual forces in the world, with the wisdom of the fist as the source, the number of convergence.

The golden fist was like turning into a round of hot sun, slowly falling.

Bump and thump!

The golden light came, the many layers of strong defensive blood shields, instantly collapsed, the flood did not return a sad scream, but also the operation of all the forces, on the arm, countless blood lines suddenly appeared, looking incomparably terrible.

Goat!

The golden fist of the scorching sun fell, and the arm was fiercely struck.

In the world, countless eyes are gathered at this moment, and even the distant spirit style, bloodthirsty emperor and other people have turned their eyes.

Hush!

The huge sound, suddenly ringing, and then, everyone is seeing, the bright sun is falling, the blood-red magic light has collapsed, and a demon arm that is not returning is in full swing at this moment.

Ah...!

The sound of the deplorable scream, the hustle and bust of the whole body, are shot out, the mountains that towering into the clouds are directly shot through, the mountain collapses, and finally, the whole body is inlaid on a huge stone mountain, red blood, rolling out, the whole body, showing a broken state.

Everyone in this space, at this moment, is invincible inhaling a cold breath, especially the previously unconvincing Qingdi, Hou Feng and other hidden powers, the face is shocking, obviously by the wisdom of this boxing of the terrible power deeply shocked.

The power of this punch, that is, the two of them are combined with power, I am afraid that they will be killed directly, so that their power can become incompetent.

“What a horrible guy...”

Qing Di looked at the golden figure above the sky, the corner of his mouth slightly twitched, and finally, he sighed helplessly, because he knew that in the face of this increasingly powerful wisdom, I am afraid that they could not be his opponent for the rest of their lives.

Because, this guy, is creating a myth and a legend.

And this myth and legend, even if it has been a troll, the first person in the painting path, Mo Yuan painting emperor, is slightly inferior.

...

Above the sky, the body stood like a golden sun, and the eyes looked at the flood that was inlaid in stone mountains, and the latter's left arm was shattered, which looked very sad.

However, this life force of the flood is obviously extremely strong, even if it is so hard, it is not directly killed, but the throat constantly emits a low roar of pain.

All the super-powerful people in the sealed earth saw this scene, all of them were relieved, one by one, a deep sigh of relief, and then the way to look at the eyes of wisdom, is also a bit of worship.

The power of the previous wise man has been infinitely close to the heavenly level in the legend.