Weird Cultivation, I have a five-organ temple

Chapter 511 Kill them all!

"Rumble--"

The blood-red thunder was extremely fast and instantly blew up a piece of rubble.

But the painter was not sure whether this wave of thunder hit Shanglu.

Just as he drew the thunder, a thick fog suddenly appeared, covering Shang Lu and a large area around him.

Even though the painter drew several strange eyes with bulging pupils on his body at the first opportunity, he was still unable to see through the thick fog.

But this thick fog is still spreading at a very fast speed!

In an instant, it enveloped the entire mountain, swallowing up the painter and the Feng Shui master.

The thick fog not only obscured the vision, but also interfered with the qi flow.

This made the painters and Feng Shui masters not only unable to see Shang Lu, but also unable to lock onto his aura, and completely lost their position of him.

The painter was unsure whether Shanglu was dead or not, so he did not dare to relax. He waved the brush wildly, continuously throwing out smelly ink, and using his magic to turn them into thunder. He wanted to use continuous bombardment to completely get rid of Shanglu.

But soon, the painter realized something was wrong and his expression changed drastically.

In the thick fog, both the newly drawn Thunder and the fake God Ink Ghost he had drawn before were affected, and the ink was blurred.

Begins to fade.

This would not be a big deal, but there is a force hidden in this strange fog that is not only diluting the ink and weakening the power of the brushwork, but also interfering with the painter's control over these "paintings".

Even tried to wrest control from him.

"There's something strange in the thick fog!"

The painter reacted very quickly. After realizing that there was something wrong with the thick fog, he immediately waved his brush and drew a strange bloody sun.

He made hand gestures and chanted a spell, wanting the blood sun to rise into the sky and release rolling heat waves to disperse the strange thick fog that covered the place.

However, before the bloody sun rose into the sky, the painter felt a sudden sharp pain in his right hand.

Something hurt him!
As a result, the blood sun he had just drawn was also destroyed with a gap, turning from a blood sun into a blood moon.

The painter looked down and saw that there was a large piece of flesh missing from his right forearm, and blood was gushing out.

"I was attacked? Where did he hide to attack me?"

The painter was shocked and angry.

What was surprising was that Shang Lu's attack was so silent that he didn't even notice it until he was injured.

The anger is like a thick fog, which turns the originally good situation upside down.

The bulging eyes painted on his body not only opened as wide as possible at this moment, but also stretched out in all directions, trying to find where Shang Lu was hiding.

This time, the painter really made a discovery.

In the northwest direction, more than ten steps away, there were figures gathering and a breath was leaking out.

It’s the smell of Phytolacca!
"Got you."

The painter was ecstatic. Although his right hand was bleeding and in great pain, he did not hesitate at all. He dipped the brush in ink and splashed it towards the place where Shang Lu was hiding.

Under the influence of the witchcraft spell, the smelly ink turned into sharp and swift sword auras.

It instantly hit Shang Lu who was in the thick fog and hacked him wildly.

However, the painter who succeeded in the attack did not show any joy on his face for having killed Shang Lu.

Instead, his face was filled with horror.

Because the sword energy transformed from ink did not hit a human at all.

But a tree.

Shanglu, wearing the Nuo mask of a pig body, eight legs and a snake tail, can make the trees and stones in the mountains emit his scent.

The painter was deceived by him.

Just when the painter's attention was distracted by a tree, Shanglu's whip, under the cover of thick fog, came out silently but swiftly like a poisonous snake and attacked the painter.

The painter had no time to react before the whip entangled his left hand holding the inkstone.

The whip tightened instantly!

The scales on the whip exploded together under the stimulation of Shanglu's essence.

Not only did it turn into sharp teeth of a blade, but under the influence of the cyclone, it rotated rapidly and turned into a meat grinder.

"boom--"

The painter's protective magical energy was crushed in an instant.

The next thing to be shredded was the sturdy armor he had painted for himself.

Then the skin, flesh and bones were all minced into pieces.

All this was done in an instant.

The beast whip wrapped around the severed left hand and inkstone was quickly retracted into the thick fog.

"what--"

The painter uttered a cry of pain.

But he also determined the real __cpLocation of Shang Lu's hiding.

The painter raised his left hand and blood spurted out from his severed wrist.

He endured the pain and used blood as ink, allowing them to transform into a rain of arrows under the influence of witchcraft, shooting towards the direction where the beast whip disappeared.

At the same time, the painter was shouting to his companions not far away: "Quick, kill him!"

The Feng Shui master, who smelled the blood and heard the screams of his companions, also realized the danger.

Shanglu's abilities were very different from what they had expected.

He also saw the beast whip that appeared and disappeared mysteriously in the thick fog.

Although he had no idea how badly his companions were injured, the strong smell of blood made him realize that the situation was not optimistic.

He paused expelling the divine power in his body, and instead used all his strength to stimulate the Feng Shui killing intent.

Countless wind blades appeared out of nowhere and blasted towards the direction where the beast whip disappeared.

Not only was the speed extremely fast, but it also exploded with great force, instantly sending mud and rocks flying everywhere, and even causing the entire mountain to fall into constant turmoil. However, both the painter's blood arrow and the Feng Shui master's air blade once again hit nothing.

Shang Lu strangled the painter's left hand with a whip, snatched his inkstone, and then used the earth escape technique to escape behind the Feng Shui master.

Shang Lu has not used the earth escape technique since he appeared.

Even when he came out of the deep pit and pounced on the painter and the Feng Shui master, he only used light skills.

The purpose is to paralyze these two people.

Shanglu succeeded.

The Feng Shui master never expected that Shang Lu would appear behind him.

By the time he reacted, the Feng Shui master had already been beheaded by Shang Lu, who then used the Tu Bo Seal to pull the soul out of the headless body and put it into Sanniang's tube banner.

At this moment, the painter not far away felt something flying in the thick fog.

He subconsciously shot out a blood arrow and shot down the black shadow.

Then he saw clearly that the flying black shadow was actually his companion's head.

"what?!"

The painter was shocked and finally realized that something was wrong.

Although the opponent had the help of thick fog, the fact that he was able to release this thick fog and play with them at his fingertips was enough to show that his opponent's strength was far superior to his own!

Such strength is definitely not in the Zhoutian realm! At least it is in the Tongtian realm!
Is there any expert here?

Or were they all deceived by the Pakistanis?

Those bastards in Ba State concealed Shang Lu's true cultivation level? !
The painter cursed wildly in his heart, but there was no hesitation in his actions. He immediately mobilized the blood in his body, letting it cover him like ink, and tried to escape with the help of the blood and ink.

But at this moment, countless strands of hair emerged from the thick fog on all sides and tightly entangled him.

At the same time, the rocks under my feet also changed, becoming soft and turning into swamps.

A powerful suction force came from the depths of the swamp, not only trapping him but also dragging him into the mire.

This trick is the new use of the Nuo mask that Shanglu learned from Tushan Fox.

The painter was horrified.

At this moment, he saw a beam of bright sword light blooming from the thick fog.

It was as dazzling as the sun, and made the painter feel as if his whole body was being cut and stung.

"Do not--"

The painter doesn't want to die.

He used all his strength to activate the magic, spurting blood as if his life depended on it. Under the effect of the witchcraft spell, the blood turned into a streak of light, facing the oncoming knife light.

"boom--"

The blood collided with the knife light.

But he couldn't stop it at all.

It was pierced in an instant!
This sword light is extremely domineering and powerful!
After penetrating the blood, it encountered no hindrance and immediately struck the painter.

The dazzling knife light quickly dissipated.

The painter looked down at his body, which was intact.

"I... am alright?"

The painter was excited but also a little bit incredulous.

The knife strike just now was extremely powerful, but it did not cause any harm to him.

Is it just a piece of good-looking but useless stuff?

No matter what happened to the knife, I'm lucky I didn't die.

The painter immediately wanted to seize the opportunity to escape from this place and withdraw from this strange battle.

As for whether the mission was completed?
These idiots from the country of Ba even had wrong intelligence. They didn't even find out Shang Lu's cultivation level, which caused them to suffer heavy casualties.

The mission failed, and it’s also the fault of those idiots in Pakistan!

But just when the painter wanted to activate the witch spell, use blood as ink, and escape, he was shocked to find that the witch energy in his body was leaking out rapidly and was completely out of his control.

It was as if a cut appeared on his body.

"Wait, a hole... could it be?!"

The painter suddenly thought of a possibility.

However, before he could check the situation carefully, he heard a slight "bang bang" sound coming from his body.

Then a bloodstain appeared from his brow, spreading rapidly downwards to his crotch, with blood flowing out from it.

"I……"

The painter wanted to say something, but just as he opened his mouth, he heard a "puff" sound.

The bloodstains collapsed instantly, and blood mixed with internal organs spurted out of the body and splashed all around.

The painter's body split apart and fell to both sides, spurting blood.

A ghost took the opportunity to dive into the blood and tried to escape.

However, a spiral halo suddenly appeared, covering the ghost and the blood.

The Nine-Bend Yellow Spring Road then appeared, trying to drag the painter's soul into the underworld.

"Don't be anxious, God. Let me examine his soul first, and then send it to the underworld." Shang Lu shouted hurriedly.

The Nine-Bend Yellow Spring Road really disappeared.

But the Tubo seal on the back of Shang Lu's hand was staring at him like eyes, as if saying: Remember your words.

It also seemed to be reminding Shang Lu: You already owe me a lot of souls!
Shang Lu was embarrassed and could only pretend that he didn't see it and quickly sent the painter's ghost into the tube banner.

Without his order, Sanniang had already stirred up the cold wind and cold fire in the tube flag and started to torture.

These three wizards were not tough and soon confessed everything under torture.

(End of this chapter)