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The artist was stunned.

Who is he?

Patriarch of Xinzhai, the giant who made the heavens tremble in the depths of the starry sky.

Its status is enough to be called the headmaster of Jiutian Pavilion and the head of the Galaxy God Sect!

But now, a little boy interrupted him forcefully, scolding him that what he said was just... bullshit!

This feeling has not been experienced by the artist for a long time.

For a while, I couldn't believe it.

"Have you met me?"

After a while, the artist asked.

!

Su Yi took out the jug, took a sip, and said casually, "I did meet you when I killed a character named Feng Ji last time."

Will brand, and cannot know each other.

Even the artist's deity cannot sense the changes in the "will mark" he left.

"You killed Feng Ji..."

The painter raised his eyebrows with surprise, and looked at Su Yi again.

Soon, his pupils condensed.

A nineteen-year-old Xuanzhao emperor?

And, can they kill Feng Ji, Fei Yunna and other mysterious characters? !

"Really interesting!"

The artist showed interest.

Su Yi couldn't help laughing and said, "The last time you killed the willpower you left in Feng Ji's soul, you said that."

The painter was surprised: "Really? If you say that, you must have an extremely powerful power, enough to resist and defuse my willpower attack, right?"

He was really surprised, the young man in front of him was full of weirdness and strangeness, which made him curious.

Su Yi said calmly: "Yes, because of this, I think you'd better not act rashly, lest even this brand of will be destroyed."

The painter took a deep look at Su Yi and said, "Don't worry, it's rare for me to meet an interesting little guy like you, and I won't kill you early."

Su Yi shook his head, "Wrong, I don't want to wipe out your willpower immediately, so I will give you a chance to talk to me."

In those casual words, there is a gesture of overlooking, a look that is too lazy to care about the juniors.

However, this kind of behavior made Su Yi laugh for a while, and said, "It's just a force of will, and it's not your deity. Is it necessary to act like this?"

The smile on the artist's face faded.

From the beginning of the conversation, the young man in front of him showed a very strong attitude, as if he did not take him in his eyes, which made him a little sullen.

"Since it's my seat, do you know who I am?"

The artist said slowly.

While drinking, Su Yi said to himself, "Want to use your prestige to oppress me? Unfortunately, you found the wrong person this time."

The artist couldn't help laughing, "Bull the soft and fear the hard? Little guy, are you sure you know who I am?"

There was disdain in her voice.

Su Yi said without hesitation, "Aren't you a defeated general under the watcher?"

The smile on the artist's face freezes

And his eyes, like dazzling swords, stared at Su Yi, "Who told you?!"

The voice is full of great majesty and force.

At this moment, Su Yi felt unprecedented pressure, almost suffocating.

Undoubtedly, the artist's Taoism is too terrifying, even if it is just a ray of willpower, it is incredibly powerful!

But as Su Yi communicated the power of his soul to the Nine Prisons Sword, the power that was oppressing him was immediately washed away!

The painter's eyes narrowed slightly, and he finally realized that what the young man in front of him said was true.

Recognizing this, the painter suddenly showed a warm smile, and slightly cupped his hands: "Before, I was clumsy, and I dare to ask the little friend your name, who is your teacher?"

Attitudes change as fast as turning a book.

But this made Su Yi shudder.

The existence of painters, not only can they respect the world with the leader of the Galaxy Sect and the Jiutian Pavilion, they are naturally powerful.

But he can afford it, put it down, and put it away freely!

This kind of person is undoubtedly the most difficult and dangerous!

Su Yi thought: "You answer me some questions, I don't mind telling you."

"Yes."

The artist nodded with a smile.

Su Yi said: "What exactly are you planning to send your disciples to the Xuanhuang Star Realm?"

"These things are not secret, so it's okay to tell you."

The artist stretched out **** and said, "Two things, one is to explore the mystery of reincarnation, and the other is to explore the power of the source of chaos in the Xuanhuang Star Realm

"

Su Yi's heart trembled slightly, only then did he realize that Huaxinzhai, in addition to collecting Xuanhuang Mother Qi, was also exploring the secrets of reincarnation just like Jiutian Pavilion and Galaxy Sect!

The painter asked with a smile, "Could it be that the little friend has already refined some Xuanhuang mother energy? Otherwise, I'm afraid it will be difficult to fight against the 'law of Nirvana' of my painting Xinzhai."

Undoubtedly, he suspects that Su Yi's ability to kill Feng Ji and Feiyun has something to do with refining Xuanhuang mother energy!

"I'm asking you a question."

Su Yi reminded.

Being treated like this made the artist unable to suppress the murderous intention in his heart, and even felt an unprecedented suffocation.

But in the end, the artist held back.

He smiled still, and said, "Just ask, little friend."

"Among the Huaxinzhai experts who came to the Xuanhuang Star Realm, there was a woman with a very special identity, who was called 'Miss' by Feng Ji and the others..."

Su Yigang said this, the painter's face changed quietly, he couldn't help interrupting, "What happened to her?"

Su Yi suddenly realized that the artist was obviously nervous!

"Who is she?" Su Yi asked.

The artist was silent, and the gentle smile on his face disappeared little by little.

After a while, he raised his head, stared at Su Yi, his tone was calm with a great majesty, and said, "You don't need to know her identity, but I can tell you clearly, If something happens to her, I will let the world be buried with her!"

Boom!

The sky trembled and the mountains and rivers shook violently.

The artist at the moment is so terrifying that it is unimaginable.

Instead of any mysterious character here,

I'm afraid that if you don't have time to struggle, you will be completely suppressed by that kind of power!

However, Su Yi was not affected.

His spirit matched the breath of the Nine Prisons Sword, completely offsetting the pressure released from the painter.

"Is she your daughter?"

Su Yi said with great interest.

The painter is silent, his expression is uncertain, he can't wait to shoot immediately and destroy this kid!

Even an idiot can see that he doesn't want to talk about this at all, but this kid just doesn't open the pot and mention it!

"Is it your Taoist companion?"

Su Yi asks again.

The painter's forehead blue veins jumped, and he said blankly: "Enough! Do you really dare not kill people?"

He was obviously angry, and if he didn't hide it, the world suddenly fell into an atmosphere of great terror.

Su Yi smiled disapprovingly, "Don't be angry, I'm just curious, even if you don't answer, I'll check with her later when I see her."

Artist: "???"

This kid is really hitting on her! ?

At this moment, the murderous intention in the artist's heart could no longer be suppressed, and it broke out completely.

"Little one, you really damn!"

The words were like thunder, resounding through the world.

And the painter's right hand sticks out, like a stroke of a brush, and slashes in the void.

Boom!

A sky-splashing haze surged out, turned into a dazzling spear, and stabbed Su Yi through the air.

Seeing Su Yi's figure about to suffer, an obscure sword chant suddenly sounded.

The Qingying Sword roared and swept across the sky.

Clang! !

The spear was blocked by the sword's edge, and the two collided and burst into a power wave that destroyed the sky and the earth.

Su Yi's figure was violently shaken and flew out by this blow, his whole body was churning with qi and blood, and he was so uncomfortable that he almost coughed up blood.

"Sure enough, it's not easy to clean up the willpower of this old thing if you are not in your own sea of consciousness."

Su Yi sighed.

Destroys easily.

It's totally different from now.

This is also why Su Yi delayed the time before, and even angered the painter.

I don't really want to chat with such terrifying opponents, but take this opportunity to detect the artist's reality and consume his willpower.

And when he started at this time, Su Yi immediately realized that the willpower of the painter is far inferior to the power of the avatar of the fisherman, the leader of the Galaxy God Sect!

In the end, it was the willpower of the spectator who stayed in the sword of the human world was awakened, and it was only the one who killed the fisherman's avenue clone in one fell swoop!

Now, the artist is just a ray of willpower, and naturally it is far from being comparable to the fisherman's avatar.

At least after blocking this blow, Su Yi was not injured!

When he realized this, Su Yi no longer had any worries. In the depths of those deep eyes, there was even a faint wariness surging.

Competing with an opponent at the level of a painter, even if the opponent is just a ray of willpower, has already made Su Yi eager to try and full of expectations.

(end of chapter)