With the rapid painting of the rainbow pen, and then everyone is also extremely shocked to see, in that ancient and vast painting of the soul, began to have a mysterious spirit, slowly gathered, it gradually has a Huiming body outline molding.

Finally, when the brush stopped painting, a great and vast force suddenly swept, and it was seen that the outline of the body was completely formed, and the three words of "painting the saint" were brilliant and brilliant and incomparable.

Painted Holy!

When the last stroke fell, Hui Ming slightly sighed and wanted to continue painting, but he stopped, because he suddenly felt that he wanted to continue painting, and his own strength was obviously not enough.

“Although the figure is left above the painting of the soul, only the complete image of itself is the perfect inscription.”

"However, it is very difficult to complete the second half, and it is no wonder that even the Mo Yuan painting emperor is not taking a step forward."

Hui Ming shook his head helplessly, slightly regretting that if he could really leave the image of the whole itself, it would be easy to deal with the fate of the emperor.

In the heart, the nine rainbow pens in Huiming's hand are also slowly withdrawn, at the same time, on top of the painting of the soul, the three words "painting the saint" bloomed with a dazzling light, as if it was directly etched into the deepest of these three worlds.

A mysterious power, suddenly came, as if it were filling the top, directly covered the body of wisdom.

Clever eyes moved slightly, clothes agitated, everyone felt at this moment, an irresistible force of pressure, slowly emanating from the body of wisdom.

That pressure, at this moment has completely surpassed the heaven and the earth, and reached the legendary realm of heaven and saint!

It’s a kind of detachment in the true sense.

Hui Ming slowly opened his eyes and felt incomparably satisfied, at this moment, he was also able to feel that the sea of heaven and spirit in his body had been expanded countless times, and in it, there was a mysterious and unpredictable great power, that kind of power, that power, that is, the power of the sky to the heart.

Now he, compared to before, is undoubtedly tens of millions of times more powerful, is already able to paint the emperor side by side!

“Honour yourself for leaving the picture!”

The tree of life and the moon are also smiling at this moment, and they wave to Hui Ming.

They all understood that at this moment, all three of them had reached the same status and were already at the peak of the Three Realms.

And in the human world, the demon world, and all the continents in the sky, countless creatures are excited to look at this scene, after a little stillness for a moment, there is also a sound that shakes the whole sky, suddenly ringing.

“Thank you for tomorrow’s saint, leave your face!”

They also understand that this figure is not only the savior who is expected to return in the three worlds, but also the historical imprint of thousands of thousands of years.

The strong people of all the heavenly realms such as the emperor of the surrogue, the left, are in the moment of fist and bowed, in the voice, have inexplicable awe and moved, because they all understand that Hui Ming left a shadow on the painting of the soul, he has the qualifications to be with the Moyuan painting emperor, the tree of life, the patriarch of the moon.

A wise tomorrow, confirm his position now.

Because the wisdom of the moment is now one of the three heavens and the three heavens on earth!

...

The dazzling light, from the painting above the soul, bloomed, and at its bottom, the wisdom stood quietly, above his forehead, there are little golden lights gathered, and finally transformed into a mysterious painting.

The light pattern exudes a wonderful fluctuation, but also a mysterious majesty.

Because this painting is painted with light marks, only those who leave a figure on the soul-path can be obtained.

“Has it finally succeeded?”

Chen Changhe and the Oriental Ruo Ling eyes, is also excited to look at this scene, at this moment from the Huiming body out of the realm of pressure, not weaker than the tree of life, the moon, but also stronger on the front line.

The three heavenly lineups undoubtedly make the power in the three worlds directly reach the strongest level ever.

With the fate of the three heavenly jihads, it would be difficult to think that even if it was as strong as the fate of the emperor, would it be difficult?

Hui Ming smiled slightly, once again the vast spiritual force in the body to the extreme, the whole body of the body, directly rising, and the painting of the soul is equal, the light is as steep as the light and rain, emanating from the light and rain, spreading, and then all the strong people in the three worlds are excited to see, which was originally emanating from the body of the fate of the emperor, directly shrouded the dark magic of the Three Realms, and even began to fade rapidly.

In the end, the dark demon directly withdrew from the three worlds, and never left the slightest.

At this moment, the strength of the entire three worlds, finally, is the great and powerful fate of the emperor, reached the point of confrontation!

“Holy Spirit!”

“Long live the Holy Spirit!”

All the creatures in the whole three worlds saw this exciting scene, before the endless repression, suddenly swept away, the whole sky, are full of high morale, a deafening cheer, instantly resounding through every corner of the earth of the three worlds.

In the ocean of countless cheers, this side of the dark heavenly palace is a stasis, and the powerful dark clan leaders are no longer arrogant before.

"He's dead, I didn't expect that when Mo Yuan was dying, he left such a hand."

The wind was gloomy, and the eyes stared at the Huiming figure above the painting soul phase not far away.

"I remember this boy not long ago repelled the flood, only just broke through to the emperor's land not long ago, did not expect so a moment of kung fu, actually reached this step!" 」

The bloodthirsty emperor also said coldly.

The patriarchs of the other 36 clans also spoke out, and for a time the dark heavenly palace side appeared extremely noisy.

However, their noisy voice, which lasted only for a moment, suddenly perceived a faint eye, and immediately one by one, they all trembled in their hearts, and dared not say any more.

“It’s just three half-finished products, what are you afraid of?”

The Lord looked at them and said,

The voice fell, and he did not pay attention to the patriarchs, but turned his eyes far away to the three distant shadows that exudeed a magnificent light.

"It seems that this is the most powerful force in your world today."

The Emperor of Fate did not have the slightest fear of the indifferent voice, and slowly sounded.