I was favored by the evil god, and I became a white-bone bodhisattva.

Qin Sixuan looked at his archenemy thoughtfully, feeling puzzled.

Logically speaking, noble families like them are the least likely to offend practitioners easily.

No matter how powerful the practitioner is, avoiding him is usually the first priority.

If you follow such rules, can you still encounter a trap set by a powerful practitioner?

This really shouldn't happen.

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

"That was the seventh picture I drew with the pen she gave me."

Hua Qiaodie told the girl about the strangeness of the painting with a fearful look on her face, and begged her again, "Master, saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda. I have never done anything bad in my daily life. Please save me."

"Cousin, the Master has agreed to help."

After Fang Yan informed Hua Qiaodie of the terms they had agreed upon, he comforted her, "Tangtang can even deal with evil spirits, let alone a mere strange painting. But, where did that beautiful woman come from?"

He was not afraid of anything else, but he was afraid that this matter would never end.

"I really don't know. The Hua family can't possibly offend such a powerful practitioner!"

After Hua Qiaodie described the woman's appearance in detail, she asked the little girl, "Master, you are very knowledgeable. Do you know the identity of that person?"

“I don’t know,” Tangtang shook her head. “Anyway, I’ll go to the study and solve the problem with 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 hesitating for a while, she said she wanted to go with them.

"I'll lead the way, let's go." Fang Yan naturally would not stay out of it.

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

That being said, it was a pity that Qin Sixian was unable to go in the end.

Xiao Cui secretly reported the matter to Master Qin, who then detained his daughter in his mansion.

"You think this is fun? Don't just join in the fun!"

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

Walking into the study, the little girl saw the strange painting hanging on the wall.

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

I originally wanted Xiaobai to emit Buddha's light, but as soon as Xiaobai appeared, he just swayed in the air, as if he had something new he wanted to show Tangtang.

The little girl patted the relics with a smile and let them go.

No matter what form Xiaobai takes, there are usually three ways of attacking: Buddha's light, magic cloud, and smashing (hammering) people.

But now Xiaobai has a new trick. It uses magic energy to condense a lifelike arm!

As the five fingers were clenched, the tendons in the arms bulged, allowing everyone to intuitively feel a pure and primitive power.

"Well"

The little girl poked the demon arm and found it was very hard, like a rock.

"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 pounded violently into the painting, first smashing the wooden window into pieces.

Following closely behind was the man lying by the window. He had a terrified look on his face and was punched into a meteor by Xiaobai.

The beating of the man was not over yet, as the demonic arm violently destroyed the small tree in front of the window.

Then it broke the streams and shattered the mountains until it pierced the sky!

"Wow"

Looking at the blank painting, Tangtang gave a thumbs up to her Xiaobai.

"Xiaobai, you seem to have become a little stronger."

The praised relic circled around the little girl a few times, then turned into a white light and returned to her body contentedly.

"never mind"

Tangtang turned to the dazed Hua Qiaodie and said, "But just in case, you should burn the six paintings you drew recently and the pen."

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

Hua Qiaodie did not dare to delay. 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 a sense of reluctance emerged in her heart.

Those paintings are truly her best works.

It is hard to say whether I will be able to create works of the same level in the future.

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

"Feast!"

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

Fang Yan took a final glance at the dangerous objects in the stove that were about to burn out, touched his stomach, and followed.

"..."

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

It floated out of Washington, floated out of Datong City, and finally floated into the headquarters of Zhao State's Painted Skin Pavilion.

"Good boy, this is your favorite dish, stewed pears with red dates. I cooked a lot, so eat more."

In the luxurious room, a beautiful woman stood next to a stunning girl whose facial features were flawless and so perfect that she seemed almost unreal.

The former urged his "daughter" to eat pears with a loving look on his face, while Wuxiang in the role-playing role stared blankly at the large pot of stewed pears with red dates on the table, and in the end he could only bury his head and eat.

Chapter 256 Top Evil Weapon

This beautiful woman is definitely not an ordinary person, as she can get Wuxiang to play role-playing games with her every few years.

Speaking of which, although strong women are not uncommon in this world, there are not many women who can live forever.

And the Madam Zhu next to Wuxiang is an extremely rare female immortal!

Smiling, she watched her 'daughter' finish a whole bowl of stewed red dates and pears. Before she could catch her breath, Madam Zhu clapped her hands, and a disciple from the Painted Skin Pavilion came in with another bowl.

"If you like it, eat more."

Hearing this, Wuxiang sighed secretly and continued to eat crazily with his head covered.

Anyway, with her devilish body, eating eight or ten pots of stewed pears is no problem at all for her.

It's just inevitable to feel a little disgusting, there's nothing you can do about it, after all, he's an immortal!

Wuxiang, who was eating hard, suddenly found that Madam Zhu made a gesture to grab something.

She looked closely and found that there was an extra hair in the hand of the immortal.

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

Wuxiang nodded quickly, and at the same time, she showed a hint of curiosity.

"look"

Mrs. Zhu took out an exquisite little wooden box. After opening it, Wuxiang saw many hairs piled inside, which could almost be used to make a pen tip.

"My mother has been collecting for 177 years, and there are only these few. It is true that even an immortal would have a hard time making top-level magic tools."

Changing the subject, Mrs. Zhu said firmly: "But for you, everything is worth it!"

Top-level magic weapon?

Wuxiang has not yet been upgraded, but his knowledge is far beyond that of the grassroots upgraders.

Combined with what Mrs. Zhu said, and the hairs in the wooden box that were just big enough to be made into a pen tip, a creepy name quietly emerged in my mind.

"Qiqi Resurrection Pen?!"

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

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

After the Resurrection Pen is made, if the maker uses it to draw a person with whom he has a deep bond on a scroll, the soul will be resurrected in the painting and they will reappear in the world!

The upper limit of the number is seven, because when the seventh painting is completed, even if the maker is an immortal, he will surely die.

That's right, this so-called Qiqi Resurrection Pen is actually an evil weapon, a top-level evil weapon! It once had a glorious record of killing an immortal.

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

Mrs. Zhu looked at her 'daughter' with some confusion, then suddenly realized, "Ah, she must have said that in a dream."

He just laughed without any connection and could only nod along with it.

"mother"

After shouting this out with a bit of awkwardness, Wu Xiang carefully reminded according to his role positioning: "This Qiqi Resurrection Pen seems to be quite dangerous, it's better for you not to touch it."

"Don't touch? How can I revive you if I don't touch you?"

Madam Zhu was furious, and the pressure from the immortal almost made Wuxiang breathless.

"Ahem"

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

"..."

Perhaps Qianmian's warning worked, or perhaps she couldn't bear to see her 'daughter's' fear, so Mrs. Zhu quickly patted her face and resumed her gentle tone.

"Alas, I shouldn't be angry with you, but you really shouldn't have said that either."

"Of course, I know you are worried. But I just want to revive you. What's the danger in drawing one?"

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

All of a sudden!

The other hairs in the wooden box all entangled with the unfinished product, tearing it into several pieces.

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

Ok?

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

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

"Okay, take care, mother."

Wuxiang sent Madam Zhu to the door and only breathed a sigh of relief after her figure completely disappeared.

To be honest, it is extremely stressful to play the role of a well-behaved daughter in front of a psychologically twisted immortal.

"Disciple, thank you for your hard work."

Qianmian walked in and patted his disciple on the shoulder, saying helplessly: "After all, he is an immortal, and his request is not excessive. It is difficult for me to refuse."

"Disciple understands. Master, are you feeling better now?" he asked in a nonchalant manner.

"I'm about 40 to 50 percent better now. I'll be fully recovered after a while of rest."

That's good.

Wu Xiang looked at his master and hesitated for a moment, but finally said, "It is better to resolve an grievance than to create one. Now that she has arrived in Zhao State, should she..."

"The knot is already tied, how can it be untied?"

Qianmian waved his hand and said, "Let's not talk about her. It's best to keep out of each other's way in the future. If they really want to come to your door, you can go to Madam Zhu for help in your current state. With the two immortals joining forces, the Master of Sang Country will not be that scary!"

But, what if the girl dies at that time?

Two immortals are of no use.

Besides, it is still unclear whether Mrs. Zhu can be trusted.

"Master, I think Madam Zhu won't live long." Wuxiang suddenly said something shocking.