After falling into the mountain road with early fog, a slender figure walked up from under the pavilion.

On both sides of the stone steps she passed by, flowers bloomed, and the fragrance wafted in the mountains repeatedly.

The woman walked straight towards the undetectable Bai Pavilion. When she saw the painter in the pavilion, she couldn't help but laugh: "When I stepped into the flower formation, I felt something was wrong. Although the fragrance mixed with the smell of the soil was difficult for ordinary people to distinguish, there was nothing in the smell that could escape me, it was the smell of ink."

The god of incense walked to the Bai Pavilion and stared at the woman who played thousands of ascetics and ten gods around.

The woman was wearing yarn and had a beautiful figure. She looked even more beautiful and charming with her brush in her hand. Even if she didn't need to see her true face, she could feel that peerless posture made all the scenery around her dimly pale.

Xiang Shen felt something strange in his heart.

She thought she was incomparable to her charm, but she was lost for a while, as if she was also attracted by this quiet, indifferent, mysterious woman...

"I have seen through your trick. For the sake of you being a beauty, I can allow you to surrender your sins!" Xiang Shen smiled, swept away the strange feeling in his heart, and looked at the beauty of Yansha with a bit of scrutiny.

Beauty Yansha stood there and slowly turned around. She also looked at Xiang Shen, but she was still painting in front of her with one hand. There was no ink on her brush, but her gentle strokes seemed to have made some terrible changes in the flower array maze dissolved in the sun!

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"I have advised you, it's better to put down the pen in your hand." Xiang Shen's tone became a little heavier.

The woman Yansha did not respond and still depicted in the scenery.

The fragrant god subconsciously looked at the deserted city in the distance, but found that a huge creature appeared in the center of the deserted city, which was a poisonous flower dragon. The body of this dragon is composed of dozens of extremely thick branches, vines and colorful pythons. Their bodies pierced into the earth like the rhizomes of plants, and when they twisted, they could see the earth rising and falling!

The vines were like wild dragons in the city, crisscrossing, and the city of flower formation came alive suddenly. All the faded bright colors turned into part of the flower dragon. The flower dragon's body stood taller and taller, just like the sky tree. Countless dragon python branches were star-shaped, stretching towards the horizon in a posture of covering the sky and sun. For a moment, the city outside the city was also covered...

Even spreading towards the entire god!!!

When the fragrant god saw this shocking scene, he couldn't believe it.

The huge flower city is just a painting in the hand of a woman named Yansha. This is a very shocking thing. What makes Xiang Shen unable to understand is that this painter seems to be able to paint directly in reality. Now the wild flower dragon flying towards the entire god is her stroke just now!

"Catch her!" Xiang Shen realized something was wrong and hurriedly issued an order.

At the early fog of the mountain steps, three arhats appeared. They rushed up quickly and stood in three positions in the white pavilion in an instant.

They looked solemn and had sharp eyes.

One of the fingers was the first to make a move. His fingertips flew out like a sword, turning into a terrible penetration force, flying towards the neck of Yansha.

The other two Arhats also took action at the same time. They performed boxing and palm techniques respectively. You can see that the boxing seals larger than the mountains were pressed down, and the palm seals wider than the city were pushed out.

The woman Yansha stood in the pavilion and still did not respond to the attacks of the three arhats.

The green mountain is directly shattered. If the power of the Son of God is not controlled, it will even sweep towards the Shrine. Fortunately, when it reaches the realm of the Shrine, its power can be controlled and the spread of energy can be controlled.

The mountain was broken, but the white pavilion was not damaged at all. It actually stood in the vanished ashes of the mountain, and the woman in the beauty inside was even more unscathed.

"How is that possible?" Xiang Shen said in shock.

The three arhats were also stunned by the scene in front of them.

How could the power of the three of them be without any threat? Even at the level of the god general or the god master, they must have a reaction in the face of such an attack. Why do you feel like this woman does not exist...

The three Arhats continued to take action, and various Daluo magical powers were used. This area seemed to fall into an abyss in an instant, and even the sun could not shine in. Everything around was constantly annihilated and sunny because of the overlapping of these magical powers.

The white pavilion was still hanging quietly there, as if it was separated by another world. People could only see it, but they could never touch it. The woman in the pavilion was still painting there. She gently wiped out the magical energy of the three arhats, and she casually drew out the green mountains that had just been crushed. Then she lit the eyes of the vast flower dragon with heavy points...

"Ao!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

The flower dragon standing in the capital of God seemed to untie all the shackles and seals. Its dragon power swept wildly, the world was dim in an instant, and the sun disappeared,

The wild flower dragon raised its claws and slapped heavily at a person in the middle of the city.

That man was the saint Hua Chong. Although the red-eyed arhat next to him was the best among the arhats, he didn't know how to deal with this incredible scene!

The Holy Shou Hua Chong has been shot three times in a row. He vomited blood in his mouth and his bones all over his body are as if they were falling apart.

This small flower city has a deeper mystery. The gods are like stepping into a forbidden catastrophe of gods and demons. They are no longer the masters of a world, but more like humble survivors.

The ascetic monk was extremely injured. Three of the six arhats were in the pavilion. The eagle arhat was seriously injured, and the Saint Hua Chong lacked strong protection. However, the wild flower dragon that had just recovered in the morning light was like a demon emperor in the world, trampling on this fragile world, madly trampling on the fragile world. The gorgeous Xiashan City of the gods was buried one after another underground!

"Stop her!!" Sheng Shouhua shouted loudly.

The cry reached the pavilion, but the incense god was helpless at this time.

She felt that some of her ideas were about to be subverted. A painter could have a superb realm that would turn the real world into a wilderness. She could draw a dragon god who destroyed the world to trample the holy head, and the arhats would trample on them at will...

The pavilion in front of her was obviously her painter, but she could not destroy it with all her strength. The painter inside did not take her, the incense god and the three arhats seriously. She painted herself, tortured the ascetic monks, the holy head, the god son and the arhat in the city!

Looking from here, the seriously injured Eagle Arhat did not escape from Huacheng in the end. He was slapped into the earth by the tail of the wild flower dragon, turning into a pool of vague flesh and blood.

How to make her stop??

The fragrant god even felt that if she didn't let her stop, the gods who came to encircle and suppress the murderers this time would all die!!

The three Arhats were already panting. They had never encountered such an absolute domain. The small pavilion was simply a palace of holy immortals. They could not even have a trace of the power of a small son of gods on it.

There are not many ascetic monks who have been slaughtered. The female painting god in the pavilion is still ravaging everything, and half of the huge gods have been destroyed.

Xiang Shen's face was filled with fear, and all this exceeded her perception. She even wanted to turn around and escape from here.

But at this moment, a peaceful light flew over like a bird in the direction of the capital of God, and it was very fast, and soon it descended to the white pavilion.

The God of Incense looked at this holy and brilliant brilliance. Among the brilliance was a woman wearing a saree and a peacock veil. The dark world had morning light because of her morning light. The morning light shone along her divine light to this terrifying area.

"Xuan Ge!" The fragrant god's face shone on his face, and his eyes were full of joy.

The Xuan Ge God bathed in the light, and its divine light scattered the sunlight to this chaotic area, and once again dissolved the surrounding green mountains and ruins, and began to dissolve the pavilion that the three arhats could not be broken.

In the pavilion, the woman was still painting, but her brush once again lost colored ink.

She turned her head, her hair drooped softly beside her exquisite cheeks, and the thin gauze could not cover her suffocating beauty. She looked at Xuan Ge God, and a holy light popped out of the fingers of Xuan Ge God. The holy light flew towards the pavilion, and the pavilion began to melt!

"Damn it!! She must be doomed. This painter and witch despise the divine power!!" The three arhats said in anger.

In fact, they were relieved to see the arrival of the Xuan Ge God. After all, they tried all their strength and did not even break up their studio.

However, the Xuan Ge God stretched out a hand at this time and signaled the three arhats not to walk forward.

The three arhats were confused.

Once a painter like this breaks her painting environment, she should have nothing to be afraid of. In terms of pure force, they should be better.

The fragrance god approached the Xuan Ge God, and at this time only Xuan Ge could bring her a sense of security.

Xiang Shen looked at the dissolved pavilion and found that the pavilion was like painting ink soaked in water, dissipating little by little, dissolved little by little...

What made the fragrance god even more incredible was that the woman in the pavilion began to dissipate like smoke and ink. She was obviously a living flesh and blood, and she clearly played with everyone in her palm...

However, she...she... is also a painting.

Lifelike painting.

"Picture in the painting!!" Finally, Xiang Shen suddenly woke up.

A picture that made his soul shiver was outlined in Xiang Shen's mind:

A painting god, sitting quietly somewhere in the capital of God, she spread out the scroll and drew a woman painting in the mountain pavilion on it. In front of the woman painting in the painting, there was a hanging painting. In the hanging painting was an ancient city with flowers all over the sky...

People in paintings, people paint, and painting in painting.
Chapter completed!