Here Lies The Wicked

What? What?

Gao's family planted tigers?

That's what it means to grow pigs. It's no different than growing pigs!

The face is black.

The point is he's a human, not a tiger.

Fucking tiger!

The Gao family owns a zoo!

The voice of the elderly man in the black shirt fell, and he raised his hand and saw an ancient painting originally hung in the old house, as if it had been manipulated by an invisible pair of ghost hands.

Fly out of the house and into the hands of the old man in black.

Then he was seen single-handedly holding an ancient painting, pointing straight at each other.

At this time, the pattern of the ancient painting had changed. It turned into the terrain outside the old house, and the square was being photographed into the ancient painting.

Ancient paintings are depicted as false “squares”.

The real fake face to face, then see the fake “square” in the ancient painting, walk out of the painting roll, one fake “square” after the other.

In the blink of an eye, that's seven.

Seven is the art of change.

Siege in seven.

All seven of these paintings are replicating the ability of Square, especially this time the person in the painting seems to have been instructed by the elderly man in black shirt, but they are no longer using Voldemort Kong printing... For a while, Square is in the siege of pneumatic illusion, but there is no fear of color on the square face, and there is a steady demand for quiet.

How dare you!

The killing and red-yang scent of the ghost knife burst a painter in front of him into burning ash.

+1 Special Green Soul Qi from the person in the drawing.

I don't know!

Once again, a fake “square" emerged from the ancient painting.

Always keep the Siege of the Changing Art of the Seven straight.

The next second, Fang was detecting something different, and one of the seven people in front of him imitated his true temper to detect the enemy. He sensed a shady force trying to penetrate him between the knife and the lightning.

It's true!

There's a new pattern going on!

Yet!

The person in the painting had just simulated the enemy's moves. Somehow, his hands and feet were beaten and he stopped there.

Fang Zhengyi.

All he waited for was for the other party to imitate his true temper of enmity.

Snow white knife brings a red yang scent, a sword rolls up the heat wave, gently spinning in the hand, a human head flies up.

Smooth at the break, no blood flowing out, only traces of burning in coke.

Intense, scorching red-yang scent from the wound, even the air carries high temperatures.

+1 Special Green Soul Qi from the person in the drawing.

Fang Zheng overjoyed, haha laughed.

Dead things are dead things.

He deliberately asked the other party to imitate his true enemy manoeuvres.

True breath detection is different from pneumonic illusion.

Pneumosensory illusion is an illusion that belongs to the way the breath changes, and is easily imitated because it reaches the illusion of deceiving the opponent through the change of breath.

True Qi Zhi Enemy can be true Qi can be divine energy switched, but in the absence of a secret book, there is no in-depth understanding of its essence. If it is just a taste of imitation, it can ultimately imitate only four alike, nothing can be done.

So the person in front of me failed to imitate the trick again.

At this time, even the elderly man in black with an ancient painting in one hand was somewhat stunned.

He started frowning and looking straight.

Next second.

In the ancient painting, another painter emerged, sieging the correct painter, always maintaining the number of seven changes.

How dare you!

+1 Special Green Soul Qi from the person in the drawing.

How dare you!

+1 Special Green Soul Qi from the person in the drawing.

An old man's face on a black shirt slowly sank.

“Boy, what the hell is wrong with you? How to successively fail to copy, one copy fails! ”

The older the black shirt, the more the expression on the face is sunk.

It was the first time he had ever encountered such a strange thing when he had repeatedly tried to suppress the ancient paintings of countless masters and now he had repeated encounters with walls.

This ancient painting doesn't have a small origin!

Day trips make it possible to suppress them all.

Because the material of this ancient painting is not plain paper, but the whole skin film peeled off after the death of the mighty man by a day trip from the ancestors of the Gao family.

The whole skin film was then refined with this day trip.

This painting has been born with extraordinary spirituality.

But whoever is under the influence of the sun, he is no match for it.

This is what the Takao family still has, because there is a daytime tour that makes the skin a mountain watch map.

Today's tour has long faded. Today, in the Phoenix Maorin horn, the existence of this ancient painting can make the painting Gao family the only remaining Sanxiaoyi Li Yihui.

After the battle between the city and the mountain gods, these five families can become the only remaining old-fashioned power in the context of the last century of the millennium, each with its own unique heritage.

Just between the amazement of the elderly man in black shirt, another person in the painting was slaughtered by Fang Zheng, even the elderly man in black shirt at this time had some heartache, the muscles in the corner of the mouth smoked with heartache.

This kid is an odd number for a pit day trip!

Even the skins from the day trip have expired!

One copy failure can be regarded as an accident, but two replication failures in a row, which is not an accident. The old man in black shirt was alert immediately. His mouth and corner muscles were sore and convulsions retracted the rest of the painting, in case Fang Zheng really killed him.

These paintings are all born of ancient spiritual fertility and are therefore limited in number. Although there are still a number of people left in the ancient painting, this does not mean that there is no need to waste it knowing that it will fail in front of Fang.

The elderly man in black has not stopped repressing the square.

Since the ancient painting could not suppress the square, he began to use his magic skills, and saw that the elderly man in black shirt had no action.

Jumped a little skinner off him.

Blink dozens.

Blink a hundred more.

These little skins are only three inches tall, and they look like human beings. They have clear five officials, hands and feet, and a weeping stick in their hands.

Little skinned men have “dead dogs” written on them, and some have “voodoo arrows”, “sparrow yin”, “swallowing thieves”, “non-poisonous”, “obscene”, “stinking lungs” written on them.

It's the Seven Kings of Man.

These Seven Points of Leather, holding a weeping stick, such as a march in the army, are killing each other in the right direction.

The first to strike was three tall generals, one foot tall.

It says "fetal light”, “refreshing spirit” and “ghost” respectively.

Just as the three souls were formed.

“Bull lice sons of the Bull Demon King? ”

Looking at the scene in front of me, Fang Zheng somehow thought of the scene in the movie "Talking West".

The frontal color is thick.

He saw the strange things about these little skins, so he didn't dare to push them up.

Ho, ho!

A dragon and a tiger roar, a dragon and a tiger whistle rush to the sky, a dragon tiger double-shaped gold clock cover! Hardening!

An ancient brake clock with a dragon tiger wrapped around it, thumped, the ground under his feet trembled violently, as if this ancient brake clock weighed like a thousand joules, when his head was covered in the square.

The ancient brake gold clock had a golden flame on the sky, shining as if it were a round of divine light, and as if it were a round of big days, full of gold, illuminated extremely far away.

In the square of it, the inches of skin are stained with gold flame, rendered into a myth with divinity, the legend of the Rigou God.

Like the dust of God.

By then, hundreds of skinhead armies had rushed in.