I'm just a goblin!

Chapter 332 The Sword Fairy in the Painting
There are two Xuanxian in Ziyang Mansion, Long Sheng, the master of the mansion, and Long Pojun, Long Sheng's legitimate son.

Rumor has it that Long Pojun had a vision of the law manifesting into a saint when he was born. His talent is terrifying. He cultivated to Xuanxian when he was only thirty-one years old. His strength is even stronger than that of Long Sheng. He is well-deserved to be a Golden Immortal! !

Judging from the appearance of the young Xuanxian in front of him, he must be Long Pojun of Ziyang Mansion.

"Guan Xian, Lightning Treasure Ship!!"

Zhong Yong understood that fighting against a genius like Long Pojun was undoubtedly seeking death, so he immediately looked at his old buddy Guan Xian.

As long as they get on the Lightning Treasure Ship, not even Xuanxian can stop them from escaping! !
"it is good!"

The elder immortal named Guan Xian nodded heavily, and then the laws surged around his body. His cuffs suddenly expanded, and a black light suddenly shot out from them.

The light was as fast as lightning and shot into Feng Lingyao's back shoulder in the blink of an eye.

After the sneak attack was successful, Old Immortal Guan Xian did not hesitate at all, and directly swooped into the group of Ziyang Mansion War Immortals, with a sinister smile on his old face.

Feng Lingyao, on the other hand, groaned, feeling that a power filled with laws of destruction and apoptosis was continuously seeping from the wound on her back toward the inside of her body.

Her face turned pale almost instantly, and her figure was shaky.

"Feng Lingyao!!"

Zhong Yong quickly supported Feng Lingyao's arm, and then he discovered that there was a black and red dagger on Feng Lingyao's back shoulder.

The dagger exuded a strong and sinister aura, as if it had been cursed by some evil, and had an evil power that made one's heart palpitate.

In just a few breaths, the evil power of the dagger turned Feng Lingyao's jade-like skin on her back shoulders into a dark purple color, as if eroded by toxins.

"I... I'm fine!!"

Feng Lingyao gently stroked away Zhong Yong's support, and a blazing red fire thunder ignited on her body.

Whoo, whoo, whoo!
The holy fire burned, and the dagger kept trembling, like a baby crying, and then it penetrated into Feng Lingyao's body.

Feng Lingyao's pretty face tightened, and she hurriedly sat down cross-legged, her whole body igniting even more intense flames, and she had no time to deal with the enemy.

"Hahaha, that dagger is stained with the resentment of a golden immortal who died in vain. It was used to kill you, a heavenly immortal. It is an overkill!!"

Guan Xianjie sneered.

"Guan Xian, why did you betray?!"

Zhong Yong's eyes were splitting as he stared at his most trusted old buddy.

Guan Xian put his hands behind his back and said disdainfully:

"This question is really stupid. If you don't surrender in advance, are you going to be buried with Qisha Thunder Palace? Yes, you really should be loyal to Qisha Thunder Palace. After all, among a group of old friends, you have always been in a high position and enjoyed the benefits. Great resource!
And we old people are only worthy of slowly rotting and stinking in some insignificant positions! ! "

The older you get, the lower the probability of breaking through, the less valuable you are to the sect, and the benefits and resources you enjoy will naturally be greatly reduced.

With few resources and low remuneration, it will only be more difficult to break through. Therefore, the elder immortals almost have no choice but to wait for death.

If you want to break the situation, you have to find another way!
"you……"

Zhong Yong understood the reality of what Guan Xian said, and his rolling anger gradually turned into a hint of determination.

Different road non-phase plan! !
"Hahaha, I really admire your wisdom and courage. You said it was a sneak attack on the Jianxu Alliance, but in fact you just faked a shot and actually wanted to sneak into the sand sea meteorite belt to attack and kill me, the general of Ziyang Mansion!!"

Long Pojun sat high on the golden chariot, smiling and amusing.

"Let's do this. Seeing that you are all loyal and brave people, I will give you a chance. Kneel down and surrender. I will spare your life!!"

"Kneel down and surrender?!"

Zhong Yong sneered, shook his head, and then raised his eyes to look at Long Pojun on the golden chariot.

"I think that I, Zhong Yong, have been practicing for 260 and [-] years. I am cautious in everything, assess the situation in everything, and think about it carefully, but there is nothing I can do or say.

So today, I, Zhong Yong, must do something with a clear conscience! ! "

Long Pojun leaned on the golden chariot and supported his head with one hand, his smile became even more playful.

"So what are you going to do?"

Zhong Yong met Long Pojun's disdainful gaze and spoke resolutely:
"Kill the Xuanxian!!!"

After saying this, the immortal power all over his body exploded, his robes puffed up without any wind, and his silver hair fluttered to the back of his head.

"court death!!"

The general in charge of Ziyang Mansion, who was standing behind the golden chariot, suddenly looked ferocious and stepped forward.

But before he could take action, Long Pojun suddenly raised his hand and said, "No, I want to let him experience true despair myself!!"

Immediately, he lowered his eyes with disdain and stared at Zhong Yong, whose white hair was flying, jokingly: "Let's take action. I hope you don't die too soon!"

"Hmph, Immortal Technique, Yi Tian Scroll!!"

Zhong Yong snorted coldly, bursting out all his immortal power and pouring it into the mysterious shadow behind him.

In the blink of an eye, the shadow of the sunset in the desert expanded hundreds of times, thousands of times, and even encompassed the entire void within sight.

"interesting!"

Being in the world in the painting, Long Pojun did not panic, but instead enjoyed the surrounding scenery in a natural way.

Zhong Yong took a deep breath, his old face suddenly became solemn, and his eyes became extremely focused.

Then he held the white jade fairy pen tightly and waved it gently across the world in the painting. His movements were as free and wild as a freehand stroke.

Roar! !

With the long strokes of his fairy pen, the world in the painting changed drastically. For a moment, the wind and clouds surged, and the yellow sand danced wildly.

The billowing sand rotated with the wind, turning into a ferocious salon and rushing towards Long Pojun.

Seeing this, Long Pojun smiled scornfully and leaned on the golden chariot without any intention of taking action.

Sharon roared all the way, and finally rushed to the side of the golden chariot. However, before it opened its mouth to bite, it was like ice and snow meeting cooking oil, and was slowly melted by the terrifying high temperature emanating from the golden chariot.

The salon was destroyed, but Zhong Yong remained unmoved at all. He swung the white jade pen in his hand faster and faster, as if he was painting freely, and even showed a happy smile on his old face.Hoho! !
The wind howls and the yellow sand dances wildly.

Countless yellow scrolls took shape quickly, and then rushed towards the golden chariot with a terrifying momentum that destroyed everything.

what!
Long Pojun yawned boredly and finally took action.

He casually stretched out a finger, and the purple light at his fingertips surged, and then a huge and unparalleled halo of light appeared.

"Yang Yan!!"

The halo of light pressed down horizontally, crushing countless yellow salon scrolls into pieces, and the entire scroll world became distorted and broken.

The new offensive was again easily resolved by Long Pojun, but Zhong Yong was not touched at all. Instead, he focused on waving the fairy pen, and his eyes revealed an intimidating focus.

As he wrote each stroke, the yellow sand in the scroll rolled up, and finally condensed into an ancient giant with both hands holding a sword.

With footsteps that shook the ground, the giant god slowly walked towards Long Pojun, and finally raised his sword high and slashed down at Long Pojun.

boom! !

This sword seemed to destroy the entire scroll world, revealing a terrifying ancient coercion.

But Long Pojun shook his head with disappointment, "What a pity, it has a body but no soul!"

After saying that, his whole body burst out with endless light, as bright as the sun, and then he casually picked up a ray of sharp light and threw it at the giant sword.

The two collided in mid-air, and the terrifying power of law exploded, shattering the entire picture scroll world into pieces.

In the end, the light disappeared and the giant god was shattered.

Long Pojun sat high on the golden chariot, with no hair injured.

He lowered his eyes and looked at Zhong Yong in the distance, with a hint of boredom in his eyes and murderous intent gradually rising.

"If you only have this ability, you will be so disappointed!!"

Zhong Yong turned a deaf ear and kept waving the fairy pen as if possessed. There was blood on the tip of the big finger holding the pen.

"Ok?"

Seeing Zhong Yong ignoring him, Long Pojun's eyes flashed with coldness, and he casually pulled out a fairy sword from the void, pointing at Zhong Yong from a distance.

"Then go to hell!"

Endless light erupted from the tip of the sword, and the laws of the purple sun visible to the naked eye surged in from all directions.

But Zhong Yong, who was in the distance, didn't seem to notice the horror of this sword at all. He was still immersed in his own world, and he swung the fairy pen faster and faster.

Long Pojun's last patience finally ran out.

But just when he was about to take action, the majestic immortal power surging around Zhong Yong exploded again, and then the old face solemnly grasped the immortal pen and tapped lightly towards the void in the scroll.

Ding! !

With just one stroke, the entire scroll world began to change crazily, and the sunset in the desert turned into an endless starry sky.

In the center of the starry sky scroll, a man in white clothes sat cross-legged.

His eyes were closed tightly, and a long sword was placed flat in front of his knees. There was a strong sense of separation between his figure and the void around him.

Although there is no momentum revealed, it makes people feel heart palpitations that are difficult to look at directly.

This... this is actually a Golden Immortal, and the famous Sword Immortal Jiang Sheng in white! !
Back then, the white-robed swordsman Jiang Sheng became the Golden Immortal. In order to avenge the massacre of the star, he made a fight with the Taihong Golden Immortal.

Zhong Yong was lucky enough to watch the battle. He once saw the white-clothed swordsman Jiang Sheng from a very distance, calming down and slaying Taihong Jinxian with a single strike of his sword.

Since then, the image of Jiang Sheng, the swordsman in white, opening his eyes and striking a sword has been lingering in his mind. For hundreds of years, he has been trying to paint the style and artistic conception of that sword, but he has never been satisfied. s work.

To this day, he has put life and death aside and burned his soul to finally paint this painting, which finally has a trace of truth.

"Good, good, good!!"

Long Pojun trembled slightly when he saw the white-clothed swordsman Jiang Sheng closing his eyes and concentrating.

But he was not afraid, instead he showed a ferocious smile, holding the sword in both hands and raising it above his head.

"Immortal magic, sun collapse!!"

Boom boom boom! !

Endless light laws gathered from all directions, and finally condensed into a huge purple sun at the tip of the sword.

This purple sun exudes an eternal and ancient atmosphere just like the real sun, and contains terrifying energy that makes people's scalp numb.

"die!!"

The next moment, Long Pojun slashed with his sword.

Boom! !
The void collapsed step by step, and the purple sun pressed down horizontally, as if it was going to burn everything.

But in the face of such a terrifying immortal method, Zhong Yong turned a deaf ear and stared at the white-clothed swordsman Jiang Sheng who was concentrating with his eyes closed. He then unleashed all his immortal power, holding a pen and pointing at the center of Jiang Sheng's eyebrows.

But he had obviously reached the end of his strength and could not bear the horrific artistic conception of this painting. Before he could even finish the stroke, a large mouthful of blood came out of his throat.

Cough, cough, cough.

The blood from the heavy coughing went all the way down the pen barrel, and finally dyed the tip of the pen bright red.

Immediately, Zhong Yong gritted his teeth, held his trembling right hand with his left hand, and lightly drew a bright red mark between the eyebrows of the white-robed swordsman Jiang Sheng.

When the red seal fell, Jiang Sheng, the sword fairy in white, seemed to come to life. He was no longer the person in the painting, but really existed here.

The next moment, Jiang Sheng, the swordsman in white, slowly opened his eyes, reflecting the vast starry sky in the universe, and raised his hand to draw his sword.

Keng! !

At this moment, the entire universe was illuminated by the light of the sword.

(End of this chapter)