In the world of cultivating immortals, people can have a 50/50 relationship with anyone

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

Facing the rage of the Qingmo Painting Saint, Li Zhoujun smiled calmly.

"You have ruined my plans many times. This is not up to you." The Qingmo Painting Saint sneered.

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

Hearing Li Zhoujun's words, Moshan Huaxian's heart trembled.

"Arrogant!" Qing Mo Painting Saint sneered, "Who do you think I am? I am the one who was able to survive Qin Tianyi's hands. What right do you have to beat me and make me cry?"

At this moment, Moshan Huaxian felt that the scene was familiar.

Once upon a time, Li Zhoujun said he would beat her until she cried, and she was as confident as the Qingmo Painting Saint.

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

"Based on strength?" The Blue Ink Painting Saint smiled, "This world has been sealed off by me. It is difficult for outsiders to see it, and the people inside cannot get out. Let me see what strength you have!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Blue Ink Painting Saint waved his sleeves, and the sky and the earth changed color in an instant.

A picture of a blazing sun burning the sky suddenly appeared in the void, and in an instant an endless sea of ​​fire gushed out, sweeping across the world.

The raging fire surrounded Li Zhoujun, like a man-eating beast, trying to devour Li Zhoujun.

A raging fire burns the heavens.

The terrifying high temperature turned the city below into nothingness almost in an instant. The living beings inside did not have any time to react, and they died along with the city that turned into nothingness.

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

She just wanted Li Zhoujun to die so that she could vent her anger!

However, after a while, Qing Mo Painting Saint did not see Li Zhoujun move, and immediately frowned: "This boy doesn't even have the strength to resist?"

"The master is so majestic, how can a tiny Green Emperor be his opponent?!" Moshan Huaxian started to flatter him without saying a word.

"He died so easily. Wouldn't the formation I set up be in vain?" Qing Mo Painting Saint looked at Mo Shan Painting Immortal with dissatisfaction, "You will bear the loss of the formation."

"Yes, yes, yes..." Moshan Huaxian quickly nodded in agreement.

Of course, she had no say in this, after all, her arms could not twist her thighs.

The Qingmo Painting Saint could create her, and naturally he could also destroy her.

First, the raging fire that burned the heavens slowly dissipated.

The Painting Saint Qingmo and the Painting Immortal Moshan looked at Li Zhoujun, who was still standing there, unharmed and with a calm expression. They suddenly lost their composure.

"How can it be?!"

The Blue Ink Painting Saint knew his own methods, and even if he was a second-grade Taoist Saint, he would have to retreat three points. But this Blue Emperor actually took it head-on and was unscathed? !

"What other methods do you have?" Li Zhoujun asked the Qingmo Painting Saint.

The Painter Saint Qing Mo had an unpleasant look on his face, but he didn't waste any words. A brush appeared in his hand, and he held his sleeve with one hand, and painted in the air with the other hand. In an instant, a painting of water flooding the world was completed.

As the last stroke of the Blue Ink Painting Saint fell, countless mighty torrents appeared in the void, and then condensed into real dragons. They twisted and turned in the void, roaring and shaking the void, and pounced on Li Zhoujun.

Facing the mighty movement of the Blue Ink Painting Saint, Li Zhoujun remained in his green shirt, but the sleeve of his right arm suddenly exploded, and his arm turned into a jade dragon arm emitting a terrifying aura.

boom!

Li Zhoujun waved his jade dragon arm and swung a punch that stirred the void. A terrifying wave of air swept out, shaking the nine heavens and ten earths, sweeping across the six directions and eight wastelands!

When the air wave created by Li Zhoujun's punch collided with the real dragon condensed from the rapids painted by the Qingmo Painting Saint.

In an instant, a terrifying aftermath erupted, creating ripples that spread towards the Western Zhou Dynasty. Under the ripples, the void shattered layer by layer.

Real dragons were overturned and let out mournful cries.

The air waves also dissipated like foam.

Li Zhoujun and the Qingmo Painting Saint fought each other and were evenly matched!

When Moshan Huaxian saw this scene, he couldn't help but gasp.

"Master, this boy is growing too fast. We must kill him today, otherwise we will be the ones to die in the future!" Moshan Huaxian said with fear in his eyes.

The Qingmo Painting Saint knew that what the Moshan Painting Immortal said made sense. He looked at Li Zhoujun with a serious face at this time: "I didn't expect that in the painting world, you were just a first-grade Taoist Saint, but now you have grown to a level comparable to me. You are truly gifted, but it's a pity that you met this Saint."

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

The Qingmo Painting Saint sneered: "This Saint never does anything that he is not sure of."

As soon as he finished speaking, Qing Mo Painting Saint shouted, "Set up the formation!"

When the Blue Ink Painting Saint finished his words, a series of gear-like rotations began to appear in the void.

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

"This is the Saint-Slaying Formation. This Saint has said that today will be the day you die!" The Saint of Blue Ink Painting looked at Li Zhoujun with sarcasm in his eyes. "It's a pity that you don't know how to keep a low profile and just want to be a fool. Otherwise, I'm afraid I won't be your opponent in the future."

[Ding: Is the Qingmo Painting Saint so arrogant?

This system has decided to rename the host's method of breaking through the formation to a skill of ignoring the formation!

With this skill, the host can ignore all formations!

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

"Formation?" After hearing the system's voice, Li Zhoujun looked at Qing Mo Hua Sheng with a smile and said, "You used it on the wrong person."

"Haha, you are so arrogant. I will kill you today!" The Qingmo Painting Saint sneered, pinched his fingers with one hand, and activated the formation.

Countless flying swords hanging in the void seemed to be summoned. They swept towards Li Zhoujun like a violent storm. The terrifying aura shook the earth!

If the Central Emperor faced this scene, he would probably surrender on the spot and die in regret in the Northwest!

And at the same time.

The terrifying aura from the flying swords made Li Zhoujun's long black hair dance wildly and his green shirt sway. Stars flashed in Li Zhoujun's eyes. In a flash, the countless flying swords attacking Li Zhoujun seemed to sense some extremely terrifying existence. They first stopped in mid-air and finally fell down one after another.

"what's the situation?!"

Qing Mo Painting Saint was horrified. How could the Saint-Slaying Formation he had spent so much money to set up fail at this moment? !

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

"How dare I beat you and make you cry if I don't have some strength?" Li Zhoujun said with a smile.

What was happening now gradually overlapped with the memories of the world in the painting in Moshan Huaxian's mind. 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 Qing Mo Painting Saint's words, but took out the calligraphy and painting Qin Tianyi left for him and asked Qing Mo Painting Saint, "Does the aura of Qin Tianyi you mentioned resemble the aura of this calligraphy and painting in my hand?"