Luo Xiansi's green blood, composed of twelve strange runes, emitted a hazy green light in the air, quite mysterious, suddenly, Luo Xiansi's lips moved slightly, chanting a... It should be said that it is some kind of spell, and no one can understand it except Granny Ye.

Everyone was puzzled and looked at it in a daze, not knowing what else Luo Xiansi could make a name for himself in this situation.

As Luo Xiansi finished chanting the last note, the twelve strange runes in the air suddenly became extremely dazzling, and then directly turned into twelve green rays of light and rushed towards the Twelve Heavens Sound Chart.

Seeing this, Liu Qingfeng's face was a little solemn, but he was a little uncertain to pay attention, and he didn't dare to approach the picture scroll, and he was careful to sail the ship for ten thousand years, Liu Qingfeng was still more cautious, after all, this Luo Xiansi was not an ordinary person.

Twelve strange runes fell on the Twelve Heavens Sound Chart spread out in the air, to be precise, on the twelve ladies on the Twelve Heavens Sound Chart.

The runes fell on these women, and the light quickly faded, as if none of this had happened, and these women were still alive in the scroll, or playing the harp, or beating the drum, or ringing the bell, or playing the flute......

"It's a mystery, hum. Seeing that there was nothing abnormal, Liu Qingfeng snorted coldly, and then flew directly towards the scroll.

"Hmm, what's going on?" Liu Qingfeng suddenly felt that something was wrong, and then looked left and right, this look, Liu Qingfeng was directly dumbfounded, there were actually twelve women around him, looking at him expressionlessly.

"Hallucination?" Liu Qingfeng squeezed his eyes vigorously, and then fixed his eyes to see that the twelve women were still looking at him.

"Sisters, kill him. Suddenly, one of the women spoke.

Liu Qingfeng suddenly felt a chill down his spine, he was, this was entering the painting, and the environment he was in now was obviously the scene in the painting scroll just now.

Under normal circumstances, this is all an illusion, but it is a bit extraordinary to be able to easily trap him Liu Qingfeng's illusion.

Seeing these women, like butterflies, attacking him, although these women are all in the general appearance of the country and the city, but Liu Qingfeng has no time to appreciate it at the moment, with a lead in his right hand, the two swords behind his back are out of their sheaths.

And at this moment, the people outside couldn't help but be dumbfounded, they could see clearly from the outside, there were originally only twelve people in the picture scroll, there was already Liu Qingfeng at this moment, and Liu Qingfeng At this moment, the two flying swords were entangled with the twelve women in this painting, but before a move, Liu Qingfeng was directly subdued by these women.

"How can this be? The sword master actually has no power to fight back in the hands of the people in these paintings?" Li Ru Zhi said in disbelief, Liu Qingfeng is still half of Ru Zhi's master, in the eyes of Li Ru Zhi, Liu Qingfeng has never been defeated as long as the two swords come out together, but now it's good, the two swords are indeed out together, but before a move, he was kicked away by a woman in the painting, is this still his invincible, invincible sword master in the way?

Li Huang was also stunned, a little unbelievable, the strength of the sword saint Liu Qingfeng, even if it was him, he didn't dare to say that he could easily win, but now, Liu Qingfeng was kicked away by a woman in the painting, and he fell to the ground, looking at Liu Qingfeng's convulsions on the ground, he knew that the injury was not light.

"Brother Xiang, this, this painting is very weird. Lihuang hurriedly looked at Xiang Qiuxin on the side, Liu Qingfeng had no power to fight back in the hands of the woman in this painting, so if he was himself, it would definitely be the same, all but to ask Xiang Qiuxin for help.

After all, Xiang Chuxin was the strongest of their group.

Xiang Qiuxin was also a little puzzled, this is indeed very weird, he has lived for thousands of years, and he has seen spiritual weapons such as picture scrolls, and spiritual treasures, but he has never seen such a strange picture scroll, which can actually trap a sword master of the Guiyuan Realm inside, and kill it in one move.

This has to be taken seriously.

Luo Xiansi was supported by Ruan Ruyan at the moment, staring blankly at the scene in the air, she didn't know what kind of secrets were hidden in the twelve heavenly sound maps.

In the Twelve Heavenly Sound Diagram, after the twelve women defeated Liu Qingfeng in one move, two of them took Liu Qingfeng's sword in their hands and looked at it, Liu Qingfeng's two swords are both Lingbao-level ancient swords, which are quite precious, but these two women, obviously don't look down on these two swords, casually threw these two swords outside, these two swords turned into two streamers, and flew directly towards the crowd leaving the Sea Star Domain.

The two flying swords, menacing, as if they could tear the space apart, passed through the crowd, hundreds of people, instantly killed under these two flying swords, after the flying swords killed hundreds of people, the momentum did not decrease, and continued to fly into the distance, like two meteors across the sky.

And at this moment, Yun Fan stood on the painting boat of Bibo Lake, watching this scene leisurely, two flying swords flew over Yun Fan's head, and Yun Fan did not intercept these two flying swords.

"Twelve gods, it seems that the origin of my maid mother is really not ordinary. Yun Fan smiled slightly and said to himself.

Lihuang was a little panicked at this moment, how could he have thought that the woman in this painting was so powerful that she could easily kill hundreds of masters on his side with a single blow.

"Today, if you dare to be rude to my little master, then you should all die. Suddenly, a sharp and cold voice came from the scroll.

Lihuang and the others, hearing this voice, trembled in their hearts for no reason, and even Xiang Qiuxin couldn't help but become solemn, staring at the picture scroll in the sky tightly.

In the painting, the twelve women, suddenly like fairies, floated out of the painting, many people subconsciously rubbed their eyes, and thought they were dazzled, but the fact is that all this is true, these twelve women are not the people in the painting, but real people.

"Who are you, who is your little master?" Xiang Qiuxin stared at and asked solemnly in a deep voice, turning into a god with a fierce momentum, making him look extremely majestic, like a god.

Since these twelve women floated out of the picture scroll, Xiang Qiuxin's heart, like an instant, was pressed by twelve big stones, these twelve women, actually each of them, have reached the realm of transforming gods, and it seems that none of them are low-level gods.

If it is only one, Xiang Qiuxin can not be afraid, but there are twelve of them, and Xiang Qiuxin's side, in addition to him, has reached the realm of transforming gods with the strength of Hei Kun, as for Lihuang's group of people, although the number of people, together, can also be equivalent to the strength of several gods, but there is still a gap.

(End of chapter)