There was a terrifying explosion.
In a huge col in the Fallen Shaman Mountain, there was a loud explosion.
There was a violent earthquake, and the mountains collapsed. The earth and rocks were everywhere, so they couldn't see what had happened. However, the majestic aura and the tyrannical power of a Top Sage King were enough to explain everything. After defending for a long time and waiting for a long time, the Demon Clan …
Finally, they couldn't take it anymore!
"Peak of the Saint King Realm!" Xuan Ming's eyes sparkled.
He lived by fighting. Perhaps he wasn't as smart as Houtu, but he was stronger than her. Especially his boiling fighting spirit, he was unyielding and addicted to martial arts. What Xuan Ming loved the most was fighting, fighting, and fighting! To be able to become one of the Twelve Shaman Kings, he must have a skill.
"Very strong!" Houtu's eyes were deep.
"Very strong indeed." Goumang's face was solemn.
They were so far away that ordinary warriors couldn't even sense the aura, let alone "see" it accurately.
However, at this moment, there were the top powerhouses of the Wizard Clan here. Shaman Emperors and Shaman Kings were not ordinary among the Top Sage Kings. Strong and weak, not to mention aura and experience, they could tell clearly by intuition!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The earth shook, and the sky shook. The attack power was quite terrifying.
The originally evenly matched situation was suddenly broken. The Demon Clan, which had been suppressed, finally welcomed a new era. With the arrival of the mysterious powerhouse of the Demon Clan, the whole situation was suddenly reversed. He directly attacked Shaman King Zhu Rong face to face. Not only was he not inferior, but he was also suppressing him!
"Bang!" The flames burned fiercely.
However, Zhu Rong was fighting and retreating at the same time, roaring angrily.
He was completely caught off guard.
…
"Zhu Rong was careless." Goumang's eyes were burning.
"He used too much energy to deal with those ordinary Demons," Houtu said in a low voice. "What a cunning Demon Clan."
Xuan Ming's eyes were bright. He stared straight ahead, and his fighting spirit couldn't stop gushing out. He murmured, "If this continues, Zhu Rong will definitely lose." His expression kept changing, and his aura was getting stronger. Xuan Ming couldn't hold back and was about to rush out. However …
"Sizzle! Sizzle sizzle! "A hissing sound was heard.
It seemed to be the only sound left in the entire space. The terrifying power instantly pulled the three people's thoughts.
Sky Arc!
At this moment, it was spinning in the void, emitting a terrifying sound.
That feeling was like a cobra coiling its tail and hissing as it prepared to hunt its prey. Di Jiang's gold-threaded robe flickered with light. He looked straight ahead with a dignified aura.
"The inferior Demon Clan actually has so many talents."
"It's just the twelve demonic stars. There's a huge gap between their talent and that of the Shaman Tribe, but first, there's that macaque, and then there's this bull …"
His eyes were filled with killing intent.
Witch Emperor Jiang clenched his fists so hard that his veins popped out.
A terrifying aura instantly enveloped the three Shaman Kings, causing them to be overwhelmed with shock.
"Big brother!" Xuan Ming's eyes sparkled. He clasped his fists and was about to ask for a fight. However, he couldn't kneel down. A terrifying force was holding him up. Xuan Ming was puzzled and looked at Di Jiang. Houtu and Ju Mang also looked at him.
"You can't defeat him," said Di Jiang, looking at Xuan Ming.
Glancing at Houtu and Ju Mang, Witch Emperor Jiang's eyes sparkled. "Not to mention any one of you, even the three of you can't defeat him." Gazing into the distance, there was a burning fire. However, they felt powerless as if they were an arrow at the end of its flight. Di Jiang said in a low voice, "He's not weaker than the Demon Commander."
Boom!
Houtu and the other two were shaken, their faces changing color.
They knew who the Demon Clan Commander Di Jiang was talking about. That day, the battle in the hot land was earth-shattering. Although the Demon Commander was defeated, everyone could see how strong he was. If the Shaman King's power wasn't restrained, it wouldn't have been easy for him to win.
And now, there was a Demon Clan expert who wasn't weaker than him?!
It was unbelievable!
"Do you think he defeated Zhu Rong because of the timing? That he was opportunistic? "
"You're wrong!"
"I'm telling you, his real power … is far from being used."
"If I'm not wrong, he should be the expert who came with the Demon Commander that day! No wonder even the genius of the Ancient Race was defeated. "Witch Emperor Jiang's eyes sparkled with admiration, but more of it was murderous.
The stronger the Demon Clan was, the worse it was for the Witch Clan!
"Houtu, Xuan Ming, listen!" Di Jiang shouted with a serious face.
"Yes!" The two lowered their heads and got down on one knee.
"Without my order, you can't lead the army to battle!" Di Jiang's eyes sparkled with cold light, but his words were protective.
"Yes, Brother." Houtu and Xuan Ming were unwilling, but they still agreed.
"Ju Mang." Di Jiang glanced at them with bright light.
"Witch Emperor, please give me your orders." Ju Mang cupped his hands.
Sizzle! Sizzle! Tian Qi's voice was ear-piercing. Di Jiang's eyes changed unpredictably. He thought for a while and said, "When I'm not here, you're in charge of the military affairs. Act according to the situation. Remember, it's better to do nothing than make mistakes. "
"Yes, Witch Emperor," Ju Mang said seriously.
The light in his eyes flashed. His body flashed and instantly landed on the arc in the sky. With a 'xiu' sound, he shot out like a meteor.
Di Jiang finally made his move.
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Yan Imperial City.
There was a difference between having help and not having help.
Under the care of Thousand Love Emperor and the other two, Lin Feng quickly took the time to draw Zi Yue. Although it was just a glimpse, and the doppelganger couldn't remember the whole picture, Zi Yue's appearance didn't change much. Only her hairstyle changed, and she looked more mature.
Soon, the portrait was done.
But …
"Uh." Lin Feng looked at the drawing board in his hand and smiled bitterly.
He could perfectly imitate and draw an even more complicated inscription formation without any mistakes. However, it was so difficult to draw a portrait based on his memory. Even though he felt that his facial features, body shape, and face shape were all on point, the Purple Moon that he created looked like a completely different person.
Not to mention 70 or 80 percent, it wasn't even 50 percent similar.
"Pfft!" Shi Zhixin covered her mouth and laughed. Thousand Love Emperor also smiled knowingly.
Seeing Lin Feng helplessly crumpling the drawing paper into a ball, the two women felt warm in their hearts. Lin Feng's strength made them feel that he was too high to reach, but now, he had become a normal person again. He was so approachable.
"Zhixin, will you draw it?" Lin Feng said to Shi Zhixin helplessly.
"No, no, no!" Shi Zhixin waved her hand and blushed. She tapped her index finger against her index finger. Obviously, she didn't know how to draw.
Lin Feng then looked at Qian Lian Huang. She smiled and said, "Although I know a little about music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, and I can draw eighty to ninety percent similar to it, I can only draw the shape and not the essence."
"Wow!" Shi Zhixin looked at Thousand Love Emperor with admiration, "Sister Qian, you're great."
"80 or 90 percent is enough," Lin Feng said with a smile.
Sure enough, there was nothing Thousand Love Emperor didn't know.
She was a rare genius of the human race. She was indeed extraordinary.
Thousand Love Emperor smiled, "Why do you have to settle for the second best? There are better painters here than me."
Better painters?
Lin Feng was stunned. His eyes lit up as he looked at the sky.
Jin Ji!?
His painting skills were better than Thousand Love Emperor's?
"Yes, I almost forgot." Lin Feng nodded and smiled.
Jin Ji's father, Jin Wen, was one of the legendary Inscription Masters in the Southern Region. Jin Ji had mentioned that although he was mainly a warrior, his ancestral skills were nothing difficult. He could even build a teleportation array at will, so how could he draw people?
Inscription arrays were thousands of times more delicate than painting. It was much more difficult!
Although he could draw an inscription array perfectly, it was a copy, which was different from a real Inscription Master.
…
"Portrait painting?" Jin Ji was stunned.
"Yes, are you confident?" Lin Feng asked curiously.
Jin Ji laughed, "I thought it was something else. I don't dare to say anything else, but when it comes to painting, no one dares to say they're number one."
"Hmph, keep bragging!" Shi Zhixin wrinkled her nose.
Jin Ji glanced at her and smiled, "Learn a little. You're a lady from a noble family who is good at everything." As he spoke, he ignored Shi Zhixin, who was blushing. Jin Ji picked up the paper and put it down. He held the brush in one hand and the paper in the other.
In an instant, the feeling was completely different.
"Oh?" Lin Feng moved and nodded slowly.
Sure enough, Thousand Love Emperor was right. Just this posture alone was enough to show his skills.
"Let's begin, Brother Lin." Jin Ji's expression was serious. There was no trace of laughter.
"Okay." Lin Feng replied.
…
Everyone had their own strengths.
Lin Feng was the strongest among them. Thousand Love Emperor had experience and a steady personality. She was the most suitable to be the executor of this team. As for Shi Zhixin and Jin Ji, they both had their own strengths. For example, Jin Ji was showing his skills now.
Shi Zhixin stared blankly at the side. Lin Feng's eyes were also bright.
It was too perfect!
The person seemed to be coming out of the painting.
With a casual wave of the brush, the appearance of a woman was perfectly reflected on black ink and white paper. There was no flaw to be found.
This was the highest level of painting.
"The eye is the foundation of painting."
"Whether it's an object, a person, or even a landscape painting, the 'eye' must be found."
"Just now, the painting was completed."
Jin Ji put down the brush with a serious expression.
"How is it, Brother Lin? Is it good?" Jin Ji turned to look at Lin Feng.
"It's exactly the same." Lin Feng smiled and gave a thumbs up. He couldn't help but be impressed. The Purple Moon in the painting was no different from the one he saw just now. It was as if the Purple Moon was imprinted in the painting. It wasn't exactly lifelike, but it was exactly the same.
This kind of foundation was hard to imagine.
"I believe that with this painting, there won't be any mistakes." Lin Feng nodded and praised.
"Leave the rest to me and Sister Zhixin." Thousand Love Emperor smiled faintly and gently picked up the painting. "It's better to leave the dealings to us."
"Then I'll have to trouble you." Lin Feng smiled.
"It's a small matter." Thousand Love Emperor smiled faintly and then left with Shi Zhixin.
Looking at the two disappearing figures and then at Jin Ji, who had resumed staring at the crowd, Lin Feng's lips curled into a sincere smile. His heart was filled with warmth. Everyone was busy working for him, but they didn't complain at all.
They were true friends.
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