Chapter 3964 Painting the Demon

Yes, when the two Nascent Souls were promoted at the same time, his mana had far exceeded that of the same period. But at this moment, nine kinds of true spirits were transformed at the same time, and the mana in his body had reached its limit.

At this time, Lin Xuankong had many treasures, but he no longer had the energy to display them.

In other words, when the Nine True Spirits are defeated, his situation will become extremely difficult and dangerous.

Lin Xuan knew this well, but Chaos didn't understand it.

"Goo!"

A low roar reached its ears, and two blood-red beams of light shot out from its eyes.

The speed was extremely fast, covering a distance of thousands of feet in an instant.

However, this time, it was not a sneak attack on Lin Xuan, but a very strange appearance in Phoenix's sight.

Feng has channeled the spirit and immediately discovered something was wrong.

The sharp claws danced, trying to tear the void apart.

Hide first!

Phoenix's response was swift, but it was already too late.

"Bang!"

The two beams of light suddenly accelerated at the last moment and hit Phoenix's head.

Phoenix was beaten so hard that he staggered and fell out.

"Woo!"

However, countless light pillars were sprayed out from the vortex, and then blood-red javelins emerged, wrapping the King of Birds from all directions.

At this moment, the phoenix has no way to hide, it can only flap its wings and let the strong wind roll.

Such protection cannot be said to be useless, but it is obviously impossible to turn danger into safety.

Then the shrill phoenix cry reached his ears, and the phoenix was stabbed to pieces.

The huge figure blurred for a while and disappeared without a trace, leaving only a broken fairy sword, floating alone in the air.

Phoenix was destroyed, and Lin Xuan's body was immediately filled with holes.

It was like a gap had been breached in the city wall, and the pressure on the other eight true spirits immediately doubled.

Almost overnight, the Golden Crow was wiped out.

Suzaku's situation was also extremely bad.

Lin Xuan's face was extremely gloomy. This was a dead end that could not be solved. How could he actually fall here?

But there was no time to lament.

Lin Xuan waved his hands repeatedly, firing out spells one after another, but unfortunately they were of no use at all. In this case, he was at the end of his rope.

The true spirits were falling one by one, and the Jiugong Xumo Sword was already cracked and mottled. Fortunately, Lin Xuan knew the art of sword spirit transformation, otherwise, just the damage to his natal magic weapon would be enough for him to drink a pot.

He resisted with all his strength and tried his best.

Lin Xuan has an extremely tenacious character and will never give up until the last moment.

Just like that, I managed to hold on for a few more breaths.

"Gah..."

A strange cry reached the ears, full of unwillingness. The figure of the nine-headed bird blurred for a while, and the last one fell.

Then, there was no longer any barrier, and all the attacks were like a storm, wrapping up Lin Xuan.

Lin Xuan's face turned extremely pale.

In this situation, even if Li Yutong changed places with him, he would be seriously injured, and he had nowhere to escape.

It wasn't that he wasn't brave enough, but that there was no chance at all. He closed his eyes in despair.

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Let’s talk about the other side.

Demonic world.

This is an endless grassland, and the palace of the ancestor of the Painted Demon was built in it.

In today's demon world, talents are withering. Not only the great leader of the demon clan has fallen, but only half of the true demon ancestors are left.

Painting Demon is one of them.

As the name suggests, he is famous in the Three Realms for his paintings.

Unlike the other ancestors, Hua Mo has a much lazier temperament. He usually doesn't care about things in the demon world, but likes to focus on the mountains and rivers.

Legend has it that the vast grassland in front of you was transformed in his paintings.

And in the center of the grassland, there is an oasis.

That’s right, Oasis.

Usually oases are only found in deserts. The reason why this place is called an oasis is to distinguish it from the surrounding scenery.

Green mountains, green water, small bridges, and houses. From time to time, you can see young scholars painting. If you didn't know, how would you think that this is the devil's world? What a beautiful scenery!

The clouds were light and the wind was gentle, and there was no cloud in the sky. Nothing was wrong with anything, until a ringing sound reached my ears.

Without the slightest sign, the void suddenly surged.

Note that it is not the clouds that are surging, but the void.

Looking up, the blue a moment ago has turned into gray.

This grayness is different from gloominess, but the depressing atmosphere is even stronger.

boom!

The sky was like boiling water, surging crazily.

The power of huge laws emerged.

And there are more than one, tearing each other apart.

boom!

A loud sound like a landslide reached his ears.

The void has been torn apart.

One, two...

Thousands of miles high in the sky, countless black spots appeared.

Then they cracked open one after another, and interface channels of different sizes came into view.

This scene was so shocking that both the painting talents and ordinary demon warriors were stunned.

Jaw-dropping!

Could it be that spiritual monks invaded?

But the Three Realms War has long since stopped, and such speculation is too incredible.

Countless demonic energy spewed out from the interface channel, but it was obviously completely different from the demonic energy that originally existed in the ancient demon world.

Then, bursts of laughter came from inside. Only the sound was heard, but no one could be seen. The demons who could hear it all had expressions as pale as dirt. Some were rolling on the ground, and some were holding their heads, and they "bang". There was an explosion.

As for the living demons, many of them had blood-red eyes, and they were sacrificing magic weapons like their fellow demons around them.

For a time, there were shouts of killing, and a very strange situation of cannibalism appeared.

"The devil's voice is ringing in my ears, it's an extraterrestrial demon!"

The demon who looked like a scholar was stunned and shouted, finally recognizing where the enemy came from: "Go and inform Lord Hua Mo that the seal on the interface has been lifted, and the extraterrestrial demon has returned to the holy world."

His face was full of fear, but he did not run away. Instead, he splashed ink and brushed his pen quickly, and the painting was quickly completed.

Demonic energy billowed out, and the scroll became distorted and blurred. The figures painted on it seemed to come to life. They bent their bows and nocked arrows, and shot sharp arrows at the extraterrestrial demons above their heads.

However, it was useless. There were too many demons from outside the world, and each one's magical power was even more bizarre. Although the ancient demons were also fierce and aggressive, they pale in comparison to them. The screams kept coming. Entering the ears, the bloody wind and rain fell from the sky. The beautiful cave heaven was soon filled with miserable wind and bitter rain.

"Bold maniac!"

Until there was a loud shout in the sky, and then an astonishing amount of demonic energy shot out of the sky. The painting demon was swiping ink in the cave to complete a masterpiece that would be handed down from generation to generation. The inspiration was perfect, and he suddenly received a letter from his flying sword, saying that there was a demon from outside the territory. Lift the interface seal and get here.

Shocking!

Yes, Hua Mo is the one who least likes to get involved in worldly affairs among the ancestors of the real demons, but as the top existence in the spiritual world, how could he not know about the extraterrestrial demons.