Chapter 190 Drawn

A thin line suddenly fell in front of Ling Sheng's eyes, which was crystal white.

Then, a spider hung down the silk thread and happened to be at the Lingsheng Gate.

This spider is as big as a bowl mouth, with a black body and gold pattern. It stops in front of Ling Sheng and opens its teeth and dances its claws.

"Poisonous spider?"

Ling Sheng held his breath and did not move.

The poisonous spider is extremely poisonous. Once it is stinged, the toxin enters the body, only two breaths are extinguished, and it will die immediately. Although the true qi in the human body in practice can resist all kinds of poisons, this poisonous spider is a precedent of poisonous and dead people.

Ling Sheng is confident that he has the ability to surpass Yung, but he has no real physique. Although there is true qi in his body, he has not condensed his mana. Even if Yungan was suppressed by magic, he had to die. Ling Sheng had a royal cultivation. If he was really stinged by a spider, it would probably be difficult to survive.

Somehow, Ling Sheng suddenly laughed at himself. He had also fought with Xianxuan Zhenjun. He fought with Yunang Zhenren several times. The strata collapsed and the trees were rolled down. In the end, he was actually suppressed by a spider less than the size of a palm.

The platinum sword elixir in the body rotates. If you open your mouth, you can spit out the sword spirit and kill this poisonous spider. However, the Xuanzhen king below is still there. Once the sword spirit is released, the trace must be revealed. At that time, how to fight in the hands of the two Xuanzhen kings?

Ling Sheng knows that his sword is fierce and powerful, but his ability to escape is slightly inferior.

At this time, on the altar, the scroll is spread out. Although it is only a foot long, it is included in the Zhongtang Mountain, which is hundreds of miles and 100,000 feet high and low, which is magnificent.

* The teacher's eyes were bright, looking up at the nine heavens, looking down at the ten places, and then closing his eyes, but not saying anything, just reaching out.

A disciple came forward with a brush in his hands.

The pen and ink is made of cinnabar, and the pen is a little red.

*The teacher clicked three or four places one after another and set several red dots on the scroll.

The evil king in purple took a deep breath, and there was a little sweat in the palm of his hand.

*The teacher clicked three or four places, and then stood still without moving for a long time.

The evil king in purple whispered, "Are there only a few places?"

The voice fell, and the * teacher clicked three places again.

"There are seven places."

*The teacher abandoned the brush and rolled up the drawing paper with a wave of his hand.

"seven places?" Ling Sheng heard it, his eyes were condensed, and he looked at it from a distance, but he saw that on the scroll, it was hazy and could not be pry.

At this time, because Ling Sheng restrained his breath, the black monkey's mark was hidden, so that the poisonous spider could not feel the breath of life, so it fell down.

As soon as the poisonous spider left, Ling Sheng suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

Bang!

The * master on the altar suddenly exploded, and the flesh and blood flew. A pair of pupils that condensed hundreds of people's eyes only turned around and immediately dissipated.

*The master was devoured by witchcraft and could not resist it and died.

"Who?"

The evil king in purple suddenly made a sound and shouted in a low voice.

As soon as the poisonous spider left, Ling Sheng was relieved. Suddenly, he was shocked by the evil king in purple. He was shocked and said secretly, "How did I expose my deeds?"

Above the terrain, a rock wall suddenly fell off, and a beautiful figure appeared, white as snow and as cold as frost. He only had time to look down and fled in the clouds.

Coincidentally, the woman in white came in the direction of Ling Sheng.

It was the woman in white who exposed her deeds and was found by Xianxuan Zhenjun that she was not Ling Sheng. If the woman in white fled, it was enough. Ling Sheng's breath had not been revealed. After hiding for a moment, she could escape. Unexpectedly, the woman in white flew to her side.

Ling Sheng sighed and had to appear and hold the white cloud under the woman's seat.

The woman in white thought she was a disciple of the evil sect and was about to perform Taoism, but when she saw Ling Sheng's face, she couldn't help but be stunned.

Ling Sheng climbed to the white cloud and fled with the women in white.

"Go chase!"

The evil king in purple said gloomyly.

The yellow-robed Zhenjun gave a hum and took the three Elders Yunang to pursue him.

The evil man in purple looked up at the altar, showed a few smiles on his gloomy face, and whispered, "Finally it's done."

After saying that, the disciples only saw the real king shaking their bodies and disappeared, and then they only saw him above the altar.

Zi Zhenjun went to the altar, bent down to pick up the picture scroll, looked solemn, and said to himself, "If you find the golden elixir of the road, you can rely on this scroll."

The rest of the disciples still don't feel like it, but the disciple below who has followed Zhenjun for many years knows Zhenjun's ability and can take the picture scroll to his hand with just a wave of his hand. However, Zhenjun actually came to the stage in person and bent down to pick it up, which showed solemn respect.

The disciple looked up, was surprised and inexplicably, and said to himself, "What is the use of this picture scroll?"

"Great work has been made!"

The evil gentleman in purple smiled and said, "Take the rubbing paper."

Hundreds of rubbing paper flew to the altar one after another, and the sky was full of white drawing paper, such as large snowflakes, which was very beautiful.

The evil king in purple waved his sleeves and swept away the candles, blood stains, and the remnants of the * master's body under the altar, making hundreds of drawing papers spread one by one.

"In order to make this picture, it is not easy for everyone to see it."

The evil king in purple said, "In order to break through the Wuyun tribe, my soul refining sect did not hesitate to invite the local immortal ancestors, and finally subdued the Wuyun tribe and let its tribe * master use it for my soul cultivation sect. This witchcraft is an ancient secret from the ancestors. It only took more than 100 eyes to abandon the life of this * master to achieve this volume.

"The rest of the real monarchs have made a lot of noise, attracting immortals, and making a lot of contributions."

"It took a lot of effort to get this picture scroll. Is it easy for you to know?"

The disciples below said in unison, "Disciples know!"

"Since I know, I won't say much." The evil king in purple shouted, "Go forward and draw the blood down on the paper, one by one, and distribute it after the rubbing."

The disciples came to power in an orderly manner, but it was only half a quarter of an hour.

"This drawing paper is also an extraordinary thing, which is enough to * magic weapon. Although today is not a magic weapon, and there are other uses, since the blood has been dripping from you, it is the magic weapon you are waiting for, and it will be easy to use in the future. Ziyi Xiejun said, "The disciples should know that once you meet the disciples of Xianzong and are invincible, before you die, you must be moved to destroy the picture scroll, and you can't fall out, but you can understand?"

"I understand!"

The evil king in purple nodded and was very satisfied. He shook the scroll in his hand and showed a scroll. The waves were magnificent, and the mountains and rivers were beautiful, with a total of seven red dots.

The majestic Xuanzhenjun, just moved, made hundreds of drawing papers on the stage, all printed with patterns, and the picture scroll in his hand, which is actually the same.

The evil king in purple only waved his hand, and hundreds of drawing paper rolled up out of thin air, and fell into the hands of the disciples who belonged to his blood.

"Go separately."

The disciples left by order.

The evil king in purple looked at the picture scroll, looked at it carefully, frowned, and said to himself, "The seven regions are all at the bottom?"