Chapter 802: Is It Similar?

"Li didn't come here to be buried here."

Facing the raging anger of the Qingmo Painting Sage, Li Zhoujun smiled calmly.

"You have ruined my good deeds many times, and it is not your fault." The green ink painter sneered again and again.

"Really?" Li Zhoujun said with a smile, "Then I will beat you to tears."

Hearing Li Zhoujun's words, Mo Shan Hua Xian's heart suddenly trembled.

"Arrogant!" The green ink painting saint sneered, "Who do you think I am? I can survive Qin Tianyi's hands. Why do you beat me crying?"

At this moment, Moshan Painting Fairy felt like he had seen him before.

Once upon a time, Li Zhoujun said he would beat her to tears, and she was as confident as a blue-ink painter.

"Of course it depends on strength." Li Zhoujun smiled slightly.

"By strength?" The Qingmo Painting Sage smiled, "This world has been sealed by me. It is difficult for outsiders to observe, and the people inside cannot get out. Let me see what strength you have!"

After the words fell, the blue-ink painter waved his sleeves, and the color of the world changed in an instant.

A picture of a scorching sun burning the sky was suddenly painted in the void. In an instant, an endless sea of ​​​​fire spewed out and swept through the eight wastelands.

The fierce fire surrounded Li Zhoujun, like a ferocious beast that wanted to devour people.

Burning fire burns the heavens.

The terrifying high temperature turned the city below into nothingness almost instantly. The creatures inside had no time to react, and they died as the city turned into nothingness.

When Moshan Painting Fairy saw this scene, his eyes were filled with excitement.

She just wants Li Zhoujun to die before she can vent her anger!

However, after a long while, the blue-ink painting sage did not see any movement from Li Zhoujun, and suddenly frowned: "This kid doesn't even have the power to resist?"

"My master is so majestic. How can the little Qing Emperor be my rival?!" Moshan Painting Fairy said nothing and just flattered him.

"He died so easily. Wasn't the formation I arranged in vain?" Qing Mo Painting Saint looked at Mo Shan Painting Immortal with displeasure in his eyes, "You will bear the losses of the formation."

"Yes, yes..." Moshan Painting Fairy quickly nodded in agreement.

Of course, she couldn't help it, after all, her arms couldn't twist her thighs.

The Qingmo Painting Saint can create her, but he can also destroy her.

Until the fire that burned the heavens slowly dissipated.

Qingmo Painting Sage and Moshan Painting Immortal suddenly lost their composure when they saw Li Zhoujun, who was still in place, unharmed and calm.

"How is that possible?!"

The Qingmo Painting Sage knew his own methods, and even though he was also a second-grade Taoist Saint, he had to retreat three points. The Qing Emperor actually resisted without any injuries? !

"What other means are there?" Li Zhoujun asked the Qingmo Painting Sage.

The blue-ink painting saint's face was ugly, but he didn't talk nonsense. The brush appeared in his hand, holding his sleeve with one hand, and painting in the void with the other hand. In an instant, a picture of water filling the world was completed.

As the last stroke of the blue ink painting saint fell, countless majestic torrents appeared in the void, and then condensed into real dragons, moving around in the void, roaring and shaking the void, and rushed towards Li Zhoujun.

Facing the mighty movements of the blue-ink painting saint, Li Zhoujun's green shirt remained the same, but the sleeve of his right arm suddenly exploded, and his arm turned into a jade-colored dragon arm exuding a terrifying aura.

boom!

Li Zhoujun waved his jade-colored dragon arm and shook the void with one punch. A terrifying wave of air swept out, shaking the nine heavens and ten earth, sweeping across the world!

When Li Zhoujun punched the air wave, it collided with the real dragon formed by the torrent drawn in the green ink painting of the sanctuary.

In an instant, a terrifying residual power erupted, causing ripples to spread out in all directions. The void beneath the ripples was shattered layer by layer.

One after another, the real dragons were overturned and let out bursts of mournful screams.

The air waves also dissipated like bubbles.

Li Zhoujun competed with the blue-ink painting sage and they were evenly matched!

This scene fell in the eyes of Moshan Painting Fairy, and he couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.

"Master, this kid is growing up too fast. We must kill him today, otherwise it will be us who die in the future!" Moshan Painting Fairy said with fear in his eyes.

The Qingmo Painting Sage knew that what the Moshan Painting Sage said was true. He also looked at Li Zhoujun with a solemn face at this time: "I didn't expect that in the world in the painting, you are only a first-class Taoist saint, but now you have grown to be as good as me. In this situation, your talent is truly unparalleled, but it’s a pity that you met this saint.”

Li Zhoujun nodded: "It seems that you are so confident and have a backup plan."

The blue-ink painting sage sneered: "I never do anything I'm not sure of."

At the same time as he finished speaking, the blue-ink painter shouted: "Array up!"

When the words of the Qing Mo Hua Sheng fell, bursts of gear-like rotation erupted in the void.

Flying swords with cold light appeared in the sky and earth, densely packed, surrounding Li Zhoujun.

"This is the Saint-Slaying Formation. I have said that today will be your burial place!" The blue-ink painting saint looked at Li Zhoujun sarcastically in his eyes, "It's a pity that you don't know how to hide your capabilities and bide your time, and you only want to be a stupid young man. Otherwise, I’m afraid I won’t be your match in the future.”

[Ding: Qingmo Painting Saint is so arrogant?

This system has decided to directly rename the host’s formation-breaking shuttle method to the formation-ignoring skill!

With this skill, the host can ignore all formations!

The host can also break all formations with a single thought! 】

"Array?" After hearing the system's voice, Li Zhoujun looked at the Qingmo Painting Holy Way with a smile, "You used it on me wrongly."

"Haha, you are so bold that I will kill you today!" The green ink painter sneered, pinched his fingers with one hand, and activated the formation.

The countless flying swords hanging in the void seemed to be summoned, and swept towards Li Zhoujun like a violent storm, with a terrifying aura that shook the heavens and the earth!

If the Central Emperor faced this scene, he would have surrendered on the spot and died in the northwest!

At the same time.

The terrifying aura of the flying swords made Li Zhoujun's black hair dance wildly, his green shirt swayed, and stars flowed in his eyes. In a moment, the countless flying swords that attacked Li Zhoujun seemed to feel something extremely terrifying, and they stopped in mid-air and finally fell one after another.

"What's going on?!"

Qingmo Painting Saint was shocked. How could the great formation of beheading saints that he had spent a lot of money to set up fail at this moment? !

"You are also proficient in formations?!" Qingmo Painting Saint looked at Li Zhoujun with disbelief in his eyes and asked.

"How dare I come to beat you to tears without any strength?" Li Zhoujun said with a smile.

What happened now gradually overlapped with the memory of the world in the painting in the mind of the Moshan Painting Immortal. She looked at Li Zhoujun with fear in her eyes.

"Even so, you are still a long way from making me cry!" Qingmo Painting Saint snorted.

"Let me ask you a question." Li Zhoujun did not answer Qingmo Painting Saint's words, but took out the calligraphy and painting that Qin Tianyi left for him and asked Qingmo Painting Saint, "Does the aura of Qin Tianyi you mentioned resemble the aura of this calligraphy and painting in my hand?"