Hearing the smoke and rain mention the penny man, the clown behind the pseudo-Buddha was suddenly frightened and wanted to escape.

However, as soon as he turned around, a golden Buddha's hand pierced out of his chest.

His soul wanted to flee, but before he could leave his body, he felt like he was enveloped in a strange golden light.

Between the golden light, his divine soul gradually dissipated, irretrievable.

The people who draw the Book of Heaven have the same Taoist method, which is called: Drinking Wine in the Painting.

When the pseudo-Buddha realizes the wine she has taken into all things in the world, she wants everything, and there is no hindrance.

It doesn't matter if you are in the heavens or on the earth, my painting is complete, your life is scattered, I want your heart, I will draw your heart, I want your liver, I will draw your liver......

Of course, there is a limit to this: you can only kill the weak in an instant.

But even if this trick can only kill the weak in an instant, who knows who is the strongest person in painting the Book of Heaven?

Therefore, there are ordinary people in the fairy world, etc., and no one dares not to make friends with the person who painted the book of heaven.

However, there are always exceptions.

There are those who are willing to be above sentient beings for the sake of their own tranquility, and then do not make friends with anyone.

Speaking of the word Qingjing, do you know who you are talking about?

Only long songs are happy.

The grievances between painting heavenly books and long songs can be traced back to 7,000 years ago.

At that time, some forces in the fairy world were still slowly rising, and the pseudo-Buddha was still the mother of the current female monk.

However, a female monk was born without a father.

However, her father did not die, but left, far away, flying high, never looking back.

Her father was a penny man, leaving her and her mother to depend on each other, living alone and lonely.

The pseudo-Buddha doesn't know how many generations Changge Danghuan has passed down to the present, but she firmly believes that Chang Ge is not a good thing.

Therefore, she was ordained as a monk, and would rather be accompanied by the ancient Buddha and green lanterns for the rest of her life, rather than believe the nonsense of any man in the world.

Dongfang Hongmei is a long penny man who sings and celebrates.

The pseudo-Buddha has fought with him, and he was attacked in the chest when he met, and it has been confirmed that he is definitely not a good thing.

Now you say you're his brother?

The pseudo-Buddha put away his paintbrush and made a line in the air.

A scratch appeared on his face after the smoke and rain, and the war deserter behind him broke in two, and his soul was scattered.

Yan Wanyu touched the blood on his face, a little surprised.

He had never seen this kind of method.

"It seems that you hate Changge Danghuan very much?" Yan Wanyu was thinking about how to deal with a painter and cut off her hand directly?

"I hate it so much that as long as I mention it, there will be no living people around. "The Pseudo-Buddha is blunt.

The smoke and rain understood, this is why he ran, this is why she killed.

"Since you have a grudge against Xiao Qian, it is better to hand you over to him. What do you think?" Yan Duyu thinks that this kind of thing is better to let Gu Qian deal with it, at first glance, it is the grudge of Changge Danghuan, and it is not so interesting for him to do it as an outsider.

"Are you scared now?" the pseudo-Buddha sneered.

"I'm more worried about the intersection of cause and effect, and then I'll deal with a lot of unnecessary trouble. "I am afraid that Xiao Qian will accept some consequences that he will be caught off guard in the end, as for who killed you, I don't care.

"The man with the red eyebrows is your brother?" asked the pseudo-Buddha, who also doesn't like extraneous branches, when it comes to cause and effect.

"Hmm. Looks like you've seen him. The smoke and rain nodded, and said in his heart that he couldn't fight this battle.

"Hehe, he's been married. The pseudo-Buddha wanted to punish the penny man with the same punishment, and asked.

I was a little puzzled when I heard the smoke and rain, why are you asking this question?

Hachito got into a love debt outside?

Smoke and rain felt that this question had to be thought about before answering.

"Do you like Xiaoqian?" asked the smoke and rain tentatively.

"Presumptuous! Hugh is talking nonsense!" the pseudo-Buddha was furious, and his eyebrows were cold.

How could I love a lewd thief who attacked my chest?

The pseudo-Buddha felt that the smoke and rain were looking for death.

"Guess wrong, guess wrong. Realizing that he had guessed wrong, he waved his hand quickly.

The pseudo-Buddha was angry, and the blush on his face made him feel that there was such a possibility.

He looked at the pseudo-Buddha and said sincerely: "I have something to go to the immortal realm, you get out of the way." You go back and find Xiao Qian yourself, he is very talkative. ”

Hado has already received two, presumably not caring about charging one more.

Yan Duyu felt that the Pseudo-Buddha might be an excellent help for them in the future, which could help them deal with the Earth Dragon that had turned over.

Seeing that the smoke and rain were exhausted, he was inexplicably closer to himself, and his tone changed from cold at the beginning to a trace of temperature, and the pseudo-Buddha was surprised.

"Aren't you afraid that I will kill him? Or are you at odds with him in the first place? The word brother is just a façade?" The pseudo-Buddha thought a little too much for a while, and none of them guessed on the idea.

Yan Wanyu shook his head and said, "If you can kill him, it means that he deserves to die at your hands." As for disharmony, that is a completely non-existent thing. ”

Whoever is killed by whom, as long as it is a fair fight, there is only karma.

Smoke and rain felt that it was not something he could decide.

Before the way of heaven, there was only personnel and providence.

Personnel can be exhausted, and the mandate of heaven is not violated.

The pseudo-Buddha narrowed his eyes, and his understanding of the indifference of the smoke and rain deepened.

This man's feelings have gone beyond the scope of human comprehension, close to the ruthless Heavenly Dao.

Such an opponent will be tricky.

"Can you see the Ascension Stage?" the Pseudo-Buddha asked casually, thinking of something important, as if carelessly.

"You can see it very early. What about you?" knows that the North Underworld has a Mandate of Heaven, and also knows that the Mandate of Heaven of Painting the Book of Heaven has nothing to do with the North.

"I can't see. The pseudo-Buddha frowned, a little unhappy when he heard this.

"Your cultivation will be seen very quickly, and there is no hurry. "The smoke and rain have regarded her as their third sister, and they have good words to persuade her.

The pseudo-Buddha did not like an indifferent person who gradually became acquainted with her, and it was clear that they had only known each other for less than a quarter of an hour.

"You don't have to worry about me. The pseudo-Buddha tilted his head slightly.

"Well, that's true. However, I still have to advise you, don't be tempered, Xiaoqian's favorite is a well-behaved woman, it doesn't matter if you're stupid, you must be well-behaved. "I feel that the pseudo-Buddha's temperament is too arrogant, and he may hit a wall for a period of time and hurt his body and spirit.

"Hey, what are you talking about? I don't like him. "The pseudo-Buddha's face was as red as a ripe peach, and he said in his heart that you are turning around and scolding me for being stupid?

Yan Yu glanced at the pseudo-Buddha leisurely, and felt that her temperament was somewhat similar to Qin Weiliang, and her mouth was harder than Qin Weiliang, so she would be snubbed for a long time.

So, he touched his nose and considered whether to help her.

After the smoke and rain sank into thinking, the pseudo-Buddha was quite surprised, and raised the pen leisurely, wanting to give him a thunderous blow.

Suddenly, the smoke and rain lit up.

"There it is!"

"What?"

The pseudo-Buddha quickly put away his paintbrush.