What Li Moxie thought of was that since the Lord of the Hell Heavenly Dao would definitely notice this matter, and even know that they were the ones who let Lin Wei go, what would he do if he pursued it?

Although Shizun and himself also belong to the Hell Heavenly Dao, and even Shizun is deeply respected by the Lord of the Hell Heavenly Dao, and has become one of the three Hell Kings under the Lord of the Hell Heavenly Dao, Li Moxie also knows that the Lord of the Hell Heavenly Dao is fierce by nature, and what he wants to do cannot be measured and judged by common sense at all. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

So Li Moxie was very bottomless in his heart.

Of course, he also felt that what the master said might be a bit exaggerated, in fact, this time he went to such a secret, how could the Lord of the Hell Heavenly Dao be aware of it? It is even more impossible to suspect the master, if the Lord of the Hell Heavenly Dao doesn't know at all, then naturally there is no need to worry about anything.

was thinking wildly, Yuan Bikong had already said: "If the Lord of the Hell Heavenly Dao doesn't pursue it, if he wants to pursue it, you master and I can't stop it, so let's see the move." ”

"By the way, Mo Xie, I have something you need to do. Yuan Bikong said at this time, and Li Moxie hurriedly said, "Master, please command." ”

"I have something you need to hide in the maze of the painting world, so go now. Yuan Bikong's tone was flat, he threw his hand away, and threw an object into Li Moxie's hands.

At first glance, the latter is a storage ring.

This magic ring is Yuan Bikong's, Li Moxie naturally didn't dare to peep, and he knew that this magic ring was still something worn by the master, why did he suddenly want to hide himself in the labyrinth of the Taoist painting world?

"Master, could it be that something is going to happen?" Li Moxie was a little uneasy, and Yuan Bikong shook his head: "How do I usually teach you, don't ask what you shouldn't ask." ”

Li Moxie hurriedly bowed down and said, "Yes, the disciple is too talkative." ”

"Go!" Yuan Bikong flicked his sleeves, Li Moxie didn't dare to delay more, hurriedly picked up his pen in the air, drew a door, and then stepped in, the ink dissipated, and the door was gone.

After Li Moxie left, Yuan Bikong stood in place for a long time, and at some point, two figures appeared in his small courtyard.

If someone saw the two people behind him, they would definitely be able to recognize that they were the other two Hell Kings under the seat of the Lord of the Hell Heavenly Dao.

Counting Yuan Bikong, it is the gathering of the three hell kings.

The three hell kings, Yuan Bikong is the green king, the one in white on the opposite side is the white king, and there is a bloody one, which is the most murderous red king.

The three Hell Kings of Crimson, Blue and White were already the three highest-ranking celestials in the Hell Heavenly Dao, except for the Lord of the Heavenly Dao.

The White King and the Red King stood in the courtyard, and they didn't speak, just looked at the Qingwang Yuan Bikong in front of them, and after a long time, the white king in white said with a cold face: "Qingwang, what else do you have to say." ”

"There's nothing to say, we're just one with three thoughts, otherwise, you wouldn't know what I'm going to do, will you?" Yuan Bikong walked to a table placed next to him at this time, dipped his pen in ink, and began to draw on the paper.

"Qingwang, you are betraying. The White King continued, and as he spoke, the Red King, who was dressed in red next to him, was already silent, and took out a blood-colored scythe, and the murderous and bloody qi on it was enough to devour the heavens and the earth.

Yuan Bikong was still painting by himself, bowing his head and smiling: "Isn't it because of the Lord of the Heavenly Dao that he practiced the Three Demon Heavenly Divine Skills, and he had many thoughts and were incompatible with each other, so this is the three of you and me, since we are not all the way, how can we talk about betrayal?"

"That's a good point. Bai Wang Sensen smiled, then walked over slowly, and said at the same time: "But in the end, it still has to return to the ontology, you, me, and there are still Red Kings, and they will eventually return to the Lord of the Heavenly Dao. ”

This time, Yuan Bikong just smiled slightly, did not answer, his pen flowed, and a picture of the Peach Blossom Spring Garden was already on the paper.

"Qingwang, let's leave the ontology and divide into thoughts, there are 100,000 years, I sit in the realm of heaven and man, the Red King is in charge of killing the sea of blood, you are a chic nature, so you travel to death, but also created this so-called divine painter Dao, it is also a good thing, the destruction of a thousand worlds can be buried in the sky, there is your pen into the realm of the divine painter Dao, you and I The three kings each achieved the burial of the heavens, and then returned to the ontology, the Lord of the Heavenly Dao should be able to touch the eternal realm, but why do you help the Lord of the Heavenly Dao to deal with the people, don't you know, we are one of the thoughts of the Lord of the Heavenly Dao, if you have any ideas, how can you escape the Lord of the Heavenly DaoIn the words of the White King, there was a sense of persuasion, but Yuan Bikong still smiled and did not speak.

"Qingwang, do you really want to be so stubborn?" said the white king angrily, and the blood-colored sickle of the red king next to him was already raised, and he had a posture of not being able to say a word and immediately start it.

At this time, Yuan Bikong smiled and said: "Thinking of the thought of extinguishing, such as the cycle of life and death, the White King, the Red King, you are the embodiment of wisdom and killing in the Lord of the Heavenly Dao, and I am free and elegant, unrestrained, from the day of birth, I am me, Yuan Bikong, not the incarnation of the Lord of the Heavenly Dao of Hell, what I do, it is naturally up to me, the person he wants to kill is my disciple, if I don't save it, how can I be a teacher? As for the price, I naturally know that if there is a thought, there will be a thought, so why am I afraid?"

The words are free and easy, obviously not afraid of the threat in front of him, and he is extremely honest, this is Yuan Bikong.

"Also, the only thing that can make me think of it is the Lord of the Heavenly Dao itself, you and the Red King are just distracted thoughts like me, do you think you can annihilate me?"

When he said this, Yuan Bi's air momentum rose sharply, and he was obviously not afraid of the other two hell kings at all.

"It seems that you are planning to go all the way to the dark, Qingwang, since this is the case, then don't blame the two of me for not being affectionate, kill. "The White King killed, and the Red King had already slashed with a scythe.

Yuan Bikong smiled, but he didn't dodge or dodge, just picked up the pen and looked at the picture of the peach blossom spring garden on the table, if you look carefully, you can see that what Yuan Bikong painted is actually the peach tree orchard on the top of the mountain where they are, it is exactly the same, and at this moment, on the painting, there are also three of them, among them, the person who is red is already putting the sickle on the body of the person in green clothes.

But at this moment, I saw Yuan Bikong raise his brush, and he actually erased the red person on the painting.

A terrifying scene happened, the Red King was about to kill Yuan Bikong, but at that moment, he actually screamed and disappeared without a trace.

It seems that there is no such person as him in this world.

Seeing this scene in the distance, the White King's face changed wildly, and he said in disbelief: "Qingwang, you ...... How did you do it, why did you lose the breath of the Red King, what happened to you?"