The tree of life smelled, smiled faintly, and in that smile, with a heart-wrenching confidence, said: "Since Mo Yuan painting emperor can do it, then my old tree, naturally will not be too backward."

Laughter, the shape of the tree of life, suddenly rose up.

Oh yeah!

Seeing his natural scust gently waving, above the scust, suddenly there are countless new forces, suddenly swept out, the spirit of supporting the green color, exuding boundless occult, hidden, even filled with an imperial spirit, as if the master of nature, majestic.

This is the new spirit of life!The source of all the spirits in the rumors!

As soon as the new spirit came out, the whole heaven and earth became green, as if the endless wilderness, as if even the heaven and the earth were completely rendered by him.

"Today my old tree, I will leave a shadow on this painting of the soul!"

The tree of life laughed out, and saw a green leaf, like a small green leaf world, slowly gathered, even directly into a huge and incomparable green leaf brush, and then his hands were held, the green leaf brush, is to penetrate the void, to the painting above the soul of the sudden fall.

Hun!

And with the new spirit of the green leaf brush close, above the painting of the soul, it seems that there is a mysterious fog surge, that kind of fog, seemingly thin, but there is a mysterious power, as if it can block everything.

“This fairy tried it too!”

Just above the head of the moon, a faint figure was also revealed, and it was the young moon fairy that had been perfectly integrated with the moon.

Hush!

When the shadow of the green moon fairy appeared, the body of the moon that was seen in it also suddenly emitted a spiritual light, but the light of the spirit was a dazzling golden one, as if one of the soaring green moons and phoenixes released a very strong power.

The light is suddenly distorted, and the moment is turned into a brush with a colorful flame, and the brush is directly broken and empty, which contains boundless spiritual power and goes down to the point where the painting soul is heavy.

“The painting itself!”

Between heaven and earth, a deafening and violent drink, from the tree of life, the mouth of the moon suddenly resounded, in the void.

The buzz!

Outside of painting the soul, the mysterious mist, violent fluctuations, is like a barrier, blocking the proximity of external forces, but with the tree of life, the moon two more and more powerful, that block the mist, but also gradually broken through.

The green-leaf brush and the colorful flame brush, at the same time broke the mysterious mist, and finally, in the shocked eyes of all people, fell on the painting above the soul.

An indescribable sense of oppression suddenly emanated from the painting of the soul, and suddenly filled the sky.

Under this pressure, all the powerful people in the realm of heaven, including the super power of the emperor and Chen Changhe, are inseparable from the face of great changes, this terrible pressure actually makes them, they are directly unable to move their bodies.

Only the tree of life, the blue moon fairy above the head of the moon, the two faces, are very calm, their hands are empty, as if they are painting in ink.

All eyes, are dead looking at the painting above the soul, accompanied by the fall of the green leaf brush and the colorful flame brush, the painting of the soul, but also the vibration, like thunder-like lyng, almost reverberating the entire human world continent.

At this moment, every corner of the three worlds, all living beings, are feeling, they look up one by one, looking far away to the no-man's land of the people's world to seal the direction in which the earth is located.

The green-leaf brush and the colorful flame brush fell, and then finally, on the painting soul, outlined two thick and appropriate, mysterious one man and a woman.

Although; the two figures are the same as the ink painting emperor, just a contour, but everyone can identify at a glance, the two figures, one is wearing a green robe, the beautiful tree of life, and the other is the beautiful, beautiful and refreshing moon.

But the figure of the moon is above, there is also a vaguely sitting woman figure, no need to ask, that is, has been integrated, only the shadow of the remaining young moon fairy.

The spiritual force in the heavens and the earth fluctuates, in the countless tense eyes, painting the soul, the light is like a blooming fireworks, constantly shining, every stroke of the outline of the figure seems to be overnight, but everyone knows what kind of hardship and danger it is.

After all, even if it is as strong as the middle of the emperor's realm, it is under the pressure of the painting of the soul, and it is impossible to move directly, not to mention resisting oppression, on top of the painting of the soul, and the outline of the real body is branded.

The light shone, and the face of the tree of life and the moon, are becoming more and more heavy, their arms are trembling slightly, breathing gradually, this time the painting, squeezed all the power in their body.

The light above the painting of the soul is more and more intense, and on the two figures in the light, everyone is clearly seen, two powerful names, slowly forming over the top of the shadow outline.

The Holy Spirit of Life!

The Holy Moon!

When the last of these two names was completely revealed, the tree of life and the body of the moon were stiff, and their foreheads were full of soybean-sized sweat beads, and they slowly slipped down.

They gazed at the two names above the painting of the soul, not only did not completely relax, but also more condensed.

Because, when the outline and name above the painting of the soul phase were completed, they also felt an unspeakable force of oppression, suddenly shrouded, that kind of pressure, even the two of them had just been promoted to the strong celestial realm, are somewhat unbearable.

At this moment, they finally understand why the Mo Yuan painting emperor did not clearly leave its own image.

It turns out that to leave a shadow on this painting of the soul, it has been difficult to this extent.

They are all feeling, if they continue to paint, I am afraid that the Aoye brush and flame brush based on the origin of their life will be shattered by the vile sky to the heart of the vile force, the direct rebound.

The tree of life and the green moon fairy sitting above the head of the moon, in the end, are also a sigh, the robe sleeves, the green leaf brush and the colorful flame brush, is a direct out of thin air dissipate, back to their body.