Being favored by evil gods, I became sick and weak and became the Bone Bodhisattva.

Qin Sixian glanced at his rival thoughtfully, feeling strange in his heart.

Logically speaking, nobles from aristocratic families like them are the least likely to offend practitioners easily.

Regardless of whether the practitioner is highly skilled or not, he usually gives way first.

Following such rules, how can we encounter a trap set up by a powerful practitioner?

It really shouldn't be.

.................

"That's the seventh painting I drew with the pen she gave me."

After Hua Qiaodie told the strangeness of the painting with a fearful expression, she begged the little girl again: "Master, saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. I have never done anything bad in my daily life. Please You must save me."

"Cousin, the master has promised to help."

After Fang Yan informed Hua Qiaodie of the terms agreed between the two parties, he comforted: "Tangtang can even deal with evil spirits, let alone simple paintings. But, where did that beautiful woman come from?"

He is not afraid of anything else, he is just afraid that this matter will never end.

"I really don't know. It's impossible for the Hua family to offend such a powerful practitioner!"

After Hua Qiaodie carefully described the woman's appearance, she asked the little girl: "How knowledgeable is the master? Does he know the identity of that person?"

"I don't know" Tangtang shook her head: "Anyway, I'll go to the study room first and solve the problem of the painting first."

Hua Qiaodie was extremely afraid of the painting, but she couldn't feel at ease unless she saw the little girl put it away with her own eyes.

After struggling for a while, she said she wanted to go along.

"I'll lead the way, let's go." Fang Yan naturally wouldn't stay aloof.

"I believe in Tangtang's strength, let's go together!"

That said, it's a pity that Qin Sixian couldn't make it in the end.

Xiao Cui secretly reported to Mr. Qin, who directly detained his daughter in the house.

"You think this kind of thing is fun? Don't go and join in the fun!"

......................

Entering the study, the little girl saw the strange picture hanging on the wall.

She stared at the man in the painting and summoned Xiaobai in the form of a relic.

I originally wanted Xiaobai to emit Buddha light, but as soon as Xiaobai appeared, he was dangling in the air, as if he wanted to show Tangtang something new.

The little girl patted the relic with a smile and let it go.

No matter what form the noob takes, he usually has three attack methods: Buddha's Light, Demonic Cloud and Smashing (hammering) people.

But now Xiaobai has a new trick, it uses magic energy to condense a lifelike arm!

The five fingers were clenched tightly, and the muscles on the arms bulged, allowing everyone to intuitively feel a pure and primitive power.

"Well"

The little girl poked the magic arm. It felt hard, like a stone.

"Are you going to hit him with your fist?" Tangtang asked.

The relic shook up and down, and the next moment, it punched hard!

The fist was roughly punched into the painting, first smashing the wooden window into pieces.

Followed closely was the man lying by the window. He looked horrified and was beaten into a shooting star by Xiaobai's fist.

Before the beating of the man was over, the magic arm brutally destroyed the small tree in front of the window.

Then, it breaks the streams, smashes the mountains, until it penetrates the sky!

"Wow"

Looking at the blank picture, Tangtang gave her novice a thumbs up.

"Xiao Bai, you seem to be a little more powerful again."

After receiving the praise, the relic circled around the little girl a few times, turned into a white light, and returned to the latter's body with satisfaction.

"never mind"

Tangtang turned to Hua Qiaodie, who was in a daze, and said, "But just in case, you should burn the six recent paintings and that pen."

..................

Hua Qiaodie did not dare to neglect. After burning the blank scroll, she invited the little girl back home and burned the remaining dangerous items in the stove in front of her.

Looking at the paper and pen burning in the stove, Hua Qiaodie breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time, there was a hint of reluctance in her heart.

Those paintings are really her pinnacle works.

In the future, it is difficult to say whether we will be able to create works of the same level again.

Shaking her head to get rid of the melancholy in her heart, Hua Qiaodie smiled and expressed that she would treat the little girl to a feast.

"Feast!"

It was just time for dinner, and Tangtang happily left with Hua Qiaodie.

Fang Yan took one last glance at the dangerous objects that were about to burn out in the stove, then followed suit after feeling his stomach.

"..."

The flame went out, but an inconspicuous hair slowly floated out from the stove.

It floated out of Washington, out of Chase City, and finally drifted into the headquarters of Zhao Guo Painting Pavilion.

"Good boy, this is your favorite stewed pear with red dates. Mom cooked a lot of it, please eat more."

In a luxurious room, a beautiful woman stood next to a stunning girl with no flaw in her facial features, so perfect that it was almost unreal.

The former urges his 'daughter' to eat pears with a face full of love, while Wu Xiang in the role-playing role-playing stared blankly at the large pot of stewed pears with red dates on the table, and in the end could only eat with his head covered.

Chapter 256 Top Evil Weapon

Being able to play role-playing games with Wu Xiang every few years, this beautiful woman is certainly not a simple person.

Speaking of which, although strong women are not uncommon in this world, there are not many immortal women.

And the Mrs. Zhu next to Wu Xiang is an extremely rare female immortal!

Smilingly, she watched her 'daughter' eat up a large pot of stewed pears with red dates. Before she could take a breath, Mrs. Zhu clapped her hands, and immediately a disciple of Painted Skin Pavilion walked in with another pot.

"Eat more if you like it"

Upon hearing this, Wu Xiang sighed secretly and continued to eat wildly with his head covered.

Anyway, with her demonic body, it's no problem to eat hundreds of pots of stewed pears.

It’s just that it’s inevitable that you’ll feel a little disgusted, but there’s no way, who makes people immortal!

Wu Xiang, who was eating hard, suddenly noticed that Mrs. Zhu made a gesture of grabbing something.

She took a closer look and found that the immortal had an extra hair in his hand.

"My dear daughter, it won't be long before mother can resurrect you. Are you happy?"

Wu Xiang nodded quickly, and at the same time, she showed a little curiosity.

"look"

Mrs. Zhu took out an exquisite small wooden box. After opening it, Wu Xiang saw that there were many vellus hairs piled inside, almost enough to make a pen head.

"My mother has been collecting them for 170 years, and I only have these. As expected, it is very difficult to make top-level magic weapons, even for immortals."

When the conversation changed, Mrs. Zhu said firmly: "But for you, everything is worth it!"

Top magic weapon?

Wuxiang has not yet been promoted, but his own knowledge is far beyond that of those who have been promoted from the grassroots level.

Combined with Mrs. Zhu's words and the vellus hair in the wooden box that could be used to make a pen, a creepy name quietly emerged in my mind.

"Qiqi Resurrection Pen?!"

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The production method of the Qiqi Resurrection Pen is extremely cruel, and every hair embodies the talent and life of a beautiful girl.

After the resurrecting pen is made, if the maker uses it to draw people with whom they have a deep bond on the scroll, they can be revived in the painting and reappear in the world!

The upper limit of the number is seven, because by the time the seventh painting is painted, even if the maker is an immortal, he will definitely die.

That's right, this so-called Qiqi Resurrection Pen is basically an evil weapon, a top-notch evil weapon!He once had a glorious record of killing immortals.

"Has mother ever told you about this magical weapon before?"

Mrs. Zhu looked at her 'daughter' with some confusion, and then suddenly realized: "Ah, I must have said it in my dream."

Wu Guanggan smiled and could only nod.

"mother"

After shouting this slightly awkwardly, Wu Xiang carefully reminded him according to his role: "This Qiqi Resurrection Pen seems to be quite dangerous, it's better not to touch it."

"No touch? How can I resurrect you if I don't touch you!"

Mrs. Zhu was furious, and the pressure of the Immortal almost made Wu Xiang breathless.

"cough"

At this moment, a cough suddenly came from outside the room. It was Qianmian.

"..."

Perhaps Qianmian's warning had an effect, or perhaps she couldn't bear to see her daughter's fearful expression. Mrs. Zhu quickly patted her face and regained her gentle tone.

"Oh, mother shouldn't be angry with you, but you really shouldn't say those words."

"Of course, Mom knows you are worried. But as long as Mom resurrects you, what's the danger in just drawing one?"

After whispering a few words of comfort, Mrs. Zhu put the hair in her hand into the wooden box.

All of a sudden!

The other hairs in the wooden box all wrapped around the semi-finished product, tearing it into several pieces.

...................

Ok?

Mrs. Zhu's expression changed and she suddenly stood up from her seat.

"Mom has something to do. I'll see you another day."

"Okay, mother, walk slowly."

Wu Xiang sent Mrs. Zhu to the door and waited until her figure disappeared completely before he let out a sigh of relief.

To be honest, the pressure to play the role of a well-behaved daughter in front of a psychologically twisted immortal is not ordinary.

"Apprentice, thank you for your hard work."

Qian Mian walked in and patted his apprentice on the shoulder, and said helplessly: "He is always an immortal, and his request is not too much. It's really hard for me to refuse as a teacher."

"Disciple understands, Master, are your injuries better?" he asked irrelevantly.

"It's four to five minutes better, and I'll be fully recovered after a while of rest."

That's good.

Wu Xiang looked at his master and hesitated for a moment, then finally said: "It is better to dissolve enemies than to make enemies. Now that she has arrived in Zhao Kingdom, should she..."

“The knot is already tied, how can we untie it?”

Qianmian waved his hands and said: "Don't mention her anymore. It's best not to interfere with the river in the future. If you really want to come to the door, you can go to Mrs. Zhu for help in the same way you are now. If the two immortals join forces, Master Sang Guo can't do anything. How terrible!"

Although, what if the little girl disappears at that time?

Two immortals are useless.

Furthermore, it remains to be seen whether Mrs. Zhu is reliable or not.

"Master, I see that Mrs. Zhu is dying soon." Wu Xiang suddenly said something shocking.