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But Wang Yan stopped him, saying anxiously, "Grandpa! You can't use it anymore. You're not fully recovered yet, and you've already poured your heart and soul into drawing the mythical beast Vermilion Bird. You definitely can't handle drawing it again!"

"Get out of the way!"

Wang Ai pushed him away, forcibly gathered her true qi, and continued painting.

With each stroke of the brush, crimson ink flowed like gas into the Vermilion Bird in mid-air, replenishing its energy. The Vermilion Bird grew even more spirited, cried out to the sky, and pounced on the most powerful man in black robes.

The man in black robes seemed to sense the threat posed by Suzaku.

Instead of killing members of the Wang family, they began fighting with Zhuque.

The fierce and violent battle captivated the attention of everyone present.

Ding Shian stared intently, sweat beading on his forehead, his eyes gleaming with a sharp light: "If it were me, could I defeat this Vermilion Bird?"

"We can win, but we will suffer serious injuries."

"As expected of the prestigious Wang family, they really have a lot of tricks up their sleeves."

The others were also shocked by the Vermilion Bird mythical beast painted by Wang Ai. Its violent and scorching flames and terrifying aura made many people tremble with fear.

But some people have their eyes on the Wang family's heirloom.

They were trying to figure out how to steal or rob it.

On the other side, after Wang Ai used her own blood as dye to restore the Vermilion Bird's form and spirit, her body was already swaying and she almost fainted.

Wang Yan and Wang Bing helped her up and she didn't fall.

Wang Ai was panting heavily, her face pale, but she finally smiled slightly after seeing that Zhuque had finally entangled the most powerful black-robed man.

"Indra, this must be your most powerful subordinate besides yourself."

"He's really powerful, but unfortunately, he's doomed."

Indra stood silently, seemingly in a bad mood.

This made Wang Ai wary, but also smug: "Just wait, you're next!"

The other eight men in black robes paid the price of dozens of lives.

We're finally trapped.

It's only a matter of time before they're killed.

Even the most powerful man in black robes was entangled with Suzaku and was even being beaten down, with burn marks all over his body.

It seems that it won't be long before they are worn down by Suzaku.

Those Quanxing, no, Tianmen guys were also intimidated and dared not take the opportunity to launch a sneak attack.

As for Indra, Wang Ai still has the ability to draw another divine beast or general, which is enough to deal with it.

Ding Shian was also being watched by others.

all in all.

Everything seems to be moving in a positive direction.

Boom!

With a violent explosion, the most powerful black-robed man finally couldn't withstand the Vermilion Bird's flames. His whole body was burned to shreds and carbonized, and he fell to the ground a few meters in front of Wang Ai like a kite with a broken string.

Seeing the black-robed man still struggling but unable to get up because of his broken arms and legs, Wang Ai burst into laughter.

"Even your most powerful subordinates are nothing more than this, Indra!"

Indra stood at a distance, still silent.

Seeing that he was still so aloof, Wang Ai snorted and pointed at the man in black robes, saying, "Wang Yan, go and cut off his head to pay tribute to my dead Wang family members!"

"Yes, Grandpa!"

Wang Yan stepped forward with a cold face, looking at the old face with most of its body turned into charcoal and its skin blackened, and felt inexplicably that it looked familiar.

But without much thought, he was driven by hatred.

With fingers together, they severed the person's head.

He picked up the head and held it up in front of Wang Ai like a treasure: "Thanks to you, Grandpa, we were able to kill this enemy!"

Wang Bing chuckled and said, "Grandpa is awesome! With you here, the Wang family has nothing to worry about!"

Wang Ai looked pleased with the praise from the father and son.

Then he examined the head in front of him.

Suddenly, his face stiffened, and then he took a few steps forward as if uncertain.

When you see what the head looks like.

He was struck dumb, his face drained of color, and he let out a sharp, mournful cry.

"son!!!"

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Chapter 349 Wang Ai coughs up blood and is on the verge of death. Wang Bing: If you have anyone to blame, blame yourself for threatening me!

"son!!!"

A piercing roar.

Wang Ai went completely mad, her eyes bloodshot, as if struck by lightning.

He never expected this.

The black-robed man was initially thought to be a powerful subordinate of Indra.

His real identity was actually his son!

And he's the second-highest level cultivator!

puff!

Suddenly, Wang Ai coughed up a mouthful of blood, lost all strength, and fell backward.

Fortunately, Wang Bing caught him, and he exclaimed in alarm, "Grandpa, what's wrong?!"

Upon seeing Wang Ai's reaction, Wang Yan's expression changed drastically.

He turned the head he was holding around to get a good look at its face.

His pupils contracted sharply, and his lips trembled as he spoke:

"Second...Second Uncle..."

"What..."

Wang Bing was also stunned. He looked incredulously at the dark head in Wang Ai's hand, with its pale hair, black face, and vaguely familiar features.

"Gulp... It really is Second Master, but how could it be?"

Wang Bing nervously swallowed, because he realized that the Second Master, who had long since disappeared, would actually attack the Wang family.

They also killed countless members of the Wang family.

The key point is that in the end, it was his father, Wang Yan, who personally beheaded the second master.

He practically killed his own uncle with his own hands!

Just then, Wang Bing's expression changed slightly.

He suddenly realized that if the black-robed man in front of him was the Second Master who had disappeared on Longhu Mountain, then what about the other black-robed men?

Wang Bing wasn't the only one who thought of this.

Wang Yan also realized this.

This also includes Wang Ai, whose blood and qi were attacking his heart.

He, who was already weak, suddenly opened his eyes at this moment.

"Who...who are you?!"

Wang Ai stared intently at Di Shitian, her voice hoarse, filled with resentment and killing intent, as if trying to see the face beneath the ice crystal mask.

Indra said leisurely, "Hasn't I already stated my identity?"

"impossible..."

Wang Ai's face was abnormally pale, with dark circles under his eyes. His expression was vicious and gloomy: "There is no one in this world who has lived for thousands of years. You are lying!"

"And how could my son possibly obey your orders to slaughter his people!"

Wang Ai didn't believe Di Shitian's words at all. He also believed that his missing relatives must have been killed or kidnapped by Mo Wen, so how could they suddenly appear here?

"Lying?" Di Shitian seemed a little angry, but when he heard Wang Ai's question, he said with amusement, "Do I need to lie to an ant like you? But you actually said he's your son?"

"Hmm, no wonder your methods seem familiar."

Instead of questioning me here, you should be more concerned about the identities of these men in black robes.

"Isaac said calmly."

No one noticed the hidden sarcasm and malice in their tone.

Upon hearing Di Shitian's words, Wang Ai stammered in disbelief, "Could it be..."

His gaze fell on another dead man in black robes, and the other eight men in black robes who were trapped by the Wang family and were constantly being injured and screaming. A bad feeling welled up in his heart.

"Well, it's quite a coincidence. Not long after I was born, when I heard that there was something exciting to see at Longhu Mountain, I noticed that these people were acting suspiciously. When Quanxing was fleeing, they went up the mountain instead and were hiding from others. They didn't look like good people."

"Just as I was born, I was short of servants, so I captured them and turned them into puppets."

Di Shitian chuckled: "Don't say that. Although their painting skills are mediocre, their methods of controlling spirits are quite ingenious. Unfortunately, they are nothing more than ants trying to shake a tree in front of me."

Upon hearing this, Wang Ai's eyes widened, and he finally understood why his bloodline had suddenly disappeared.

It turns out that she was captured by the Indra in front of her and turned into a puppet!

So Mo Wen wasn't the culprit after all?

The reason why they didn't suspect that Di Shitian was Mo Wen was because Di Shitian's oppressive aura was too strong, coupled with the chilling aura he unintentionally released, and the terrifying strength that made Ding Shian and the original Quanxing obediently bow their heads.

Wang Ai did not believe that Mo Wen could do this.