After I became the underworld, global terror descended

Chapter 467: Zhu Ci shows off his power, painting magic

Chapter 467: Zhu Ci shows off his power, painting magic
The Geng family business does not ask for any fairness.

His action was to force these ancestors not to take action.

In mid-air, the ghostly figures of the ancestors of the Gen family stood in place, neither taking action against Mo Lin nor leaving.

"If the ancestors really want to take action, then our direct lineage will have no choice but to fight to the death."

Following the direction of the voice, I saw a middle-aged woman speaking.

The woman was wearing ordinary clothes and holding a long sword, which she pointed at the ghost in the air.

Behind this woman, many figures appeared one after another.

All the direct descendants of the Gen family came.

More than a hundred people gathered here at this moment.

All the direct descendants have come. They came here with only one goal: to take back everything that rightfully belongs to them.

"Ancestor, do you really want all of our direct descendants to die here?" The middle-aged woman raised her head and shouted at the ghost in the air.

"If the ancestors really want to take action, we can only fight to the death."

The middle-aged woman added again.

Since everyone has come here, they are all determined to die.

No one is afraid of death.

Behind the middle-aged woman, all the direct descendants had an expression as if they were ready to die.

They have been lingering on for three years, and now they finally have a chance to take revenge, how could they miss it?
You must risk your life to protect Mo Lin.

To protect Mo Lin is to protect the future of their direct lineage.

More than one hundred direct descendants raised their swords and pointed them at the ancestor.

Everyone knows that if the ancestors take action, there is an 80% chance that they will die.

They know they will die, but they are still fearless. This is their courage.

"You abandoned our direct lineage three years ago. Are you going to abandon us now?"

Gen Jiaye roared with a frown on his face.

In mid-air, the scholar ghost took a deep breath and said slowly: "Gen Shuanglong is dead, and the man named Mo Lin is very strong.

Maybe we should let it go.”

At first, they supported the branch lineage only because of Shuanglong.

Now that Gen Shuanglong is dead, this branch of the clan has no special support.

On the contrary, the direct lineage has Mo Lin's help and has a bright future.

The old ghost with white hair waved his hand, indicating to leave.

All the ghosts followed the white-haired old ghost and left, returning to the Gen family ancestral hall.

"Ancestor..." Gen Hong shouted at the ghost in the air.

"This is an internal fight, we don't care." The white-haired old ghost threw down a sentence and then disappeared.

Gen Hong clenched his fists tightly, and blood flowed through his fingers.

His eyes were filled with unstoppable hatred.
Originally, he wanted to massacre all of his direct descendants, but later on, the people of his direct descendants escaped without a trace, so he gave up the massacre.

Unexpectedly, the direct lineage actually joined forces with Mo Lin.

"Three years ago, I was able to wipe out your direct lineage. Three years later, I can do the same."

Genhong scolded.

Then two figures appeared behind Gen Hong.

The Fox brothers and sisters.

Fox spirits also have fox coughs.

At the same time, many people from the Gen family branch appeared one after another.

The appearance of the two immortal cultivators gave Gen Jiaye a great sense of oppression.

All of their direct lineage of immortal cultivators died in battle three years ago.

Nowadays, no one can compete with the immortal cultivators.

Gen Jiaye frowned, ready to fight to the death.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way."

Zhu Ci stretched lazily and waved at Gen Jiaye, signaling him to step back.

The family business of Geng was slowly declining.

"If I don't show my skills, people will really look down on me." Zhu Ci muttered to himself.

"Go ahead and kill them." Gen Hong didn't have time to listen to Zhu Ci's nagging.

Just do it.

Fox Spirit and the Fox Ke brother and sister rushed directly towards Zhu Ci, and terrifying spiritual energy gathered in the air.

The immortal energy condensed into a long sword and slashed towards Zhu Ci's neck.

Zhu Ci was not in a hurry. He raised his fingers gently and a colorful substance like paint flowed out from his fingertips.

He waved his fingers slowly in the air, as if he was painting.

Then a portrait of a Yellow Turban strongman appeared.

As Zhu Ci waved his hand, a yellow-turbaned strongman wearing armor and holding two bronze hammers immediately appeared.

The Yellow Turban warrior rushed towards the Fox Spirit brother and sister right in front of him.

The bronze hammer in his hand directly broke the immortal sword that was coming towards him.

Zhu Ci was not panicked at all and continued painting.

One after another, the Yellow Turban warriors emerged.

Only after ten golden strongmen appeared did Zhu Ci slowly stop.

The ten golden strong men displayed the Dharma images of heaven and earth, and their bodies became very large, at least as tall as ten stories.

Blocking right in front.

Although they are not true gods, they still have some divine power.

that's enough.

Qiu Yunshang in the distance exclaimed in surprise: "This is Liyang, the Zhu family's painting magic?
I know, this is the eldest son of the Zhu family who has been missing for seven years."

I never expected to meet such a prestigious person in a place like Hongzhou.

Ten Yellow Turban warriors stood in front and directly blocked the attack of Gen Hong and others.

Gen Hong used the Fire of Nirvana, bursting out with a terrifying aura, and rushed towards a Yellow Turban strongman. He directly suppressed the Yellow Turban strongman and then killed him.

Zhu Ci waved his hand and slowly drew another yellow-turbaned warrior.

The Yellow Turban strongman took action to force Gen Hong to retreat.

"The art of painting is really powerful." Gen Hong showed a helpless expression.

He had no way to deal with Zhu Ci.

The art of painting immortals is at the same level as the art possessed by Geng Shuanglong.

Gen Hong had already guessed the identity of the man in front of him, the missing eldest son of the Zhu family in Liyang.

"Since you know you are no match for me, then get out of here..." Zhu Ci shouted domineeringly.

Genhong had no choice but to leave with everyone else.

As for why he didn't kill these people, the reason was very simple.

Zhu Ci could not break the fire of Nirvana, but this group of people were protected by the fire of Nirvana and were resurrected from the dead.

There's no point in killing them.

It can be said that as long as we cannot find a way to break the fire of Nirvana, we will not be able to kill this group of people.

Zhu Ci's art of painting immortals is very powerful, and similarly, Gen Hong's fire of nirvana is equally abnormal.

Gen Hong had no choice. If he stayed here, he wouldn't be able to kill the people from his direct lineage, so he could only take the people from the branch lineage and leave.

As for dealing with Mo Lin, forget it.

Unless there is another person of the same level as Gen Shuanglong, no one can defeat Zhu Ci.

Gen Hong and his tribesmen left in embarrassment.

Zhu Ci cast a proud look at Mo Lin in the distance.

"Brother Mo, do I have some tricks, bro?"

Zhu Ci stared at Mo Lin, as if waiting for Mo Lin to praise him.

At this moment, Mo Lin was concentrating on suppressing the cracks in the underworld and had no time to pay attention to Zhu Ci.

"Okay, you go ahead and do your work first." Zhu Ci didn't disturb Mo Lin.

He is responsible for protecting Mo Lin.

Ten yellow-turbaned warriors stood here, and the overwhelming sense of oppression made people breathless for a moment.

At this time, Mo Lin was playing chess with the evil spirits in the underworld.

Fortunately, this group of evil spirits cannot exert more power in the crack.