"I guess, the best in the world is so domineering."

Listening to the conversation between the two, there were constant complaints in the live broadcast room:

"There are only people I don't want to kill, and there is no one I can't kill... You are really special and you can pretend to be so special. I would like to call you the Second King of Forces, second only to Emperor Li Qiye."

"What level do you dare to pretend to be the same as me, Li Qiye?"

"Pretending to be fake is like throwing water. I don't know if the best in the world has the ability to take it back. It will be fun to watch if I get slapped in the face later."

"I feel that the sword pill is not as powerful as he said, but it shouldn't be a slap in the face or anything like that. No matter how you talk about people, Yan Chixia personally admits it first."

"Agree."

"Pause 1."

“…”

Chen Yi browsed the barrage with great interest, then swiped his slender fingers to randomly select a few lucky viewers who looked pretty good, edited the message, and sent:

"I am the best in the world and I want to become my disciple Didi."

Um.

If you have nothing to do and form a good relationship, it depends on the other person whether you enjoy it or not.

The fourth mural.

Yan Chixia opened the door of the temple, and her painting style suddenly changed: the originally magnificent golden temple, the gold sand rustled off, and the solemn statues of gods and Buddhas were also rapidly changing.

Wild paths in the mountains, crows flying in the wild forest.

Ghostly quiet.

Then, two thick fogs with splashes of ink opened up the road, and wisps of pale smoke curled up, one in front of the other, one white and one red, red and white, two evil spirits rushing towards each other.

In front of him are coir raincoats and bamboo hats, spiritual flags and white flags, and he is riding on a wooden coffin, approaching slowly.

Behind them are phoenix crowns, Xia pei, suona and red curtains, riding on sedan chairs and moving forward slowly.

All sides are fighting, lifeless and gloomy.

It seems stiff and slow, but in fact it is strangely light: in the midst of the dancing ghosts, it seems that you can smell the bone-corroding Yin Qi and the musk scent of loess and rotten paper money.

Strong colors, extreme emotions, unexpected actions, and a cramped and small space create a shocking psychological and visual impact.

Combined with the long mourning, low and hoarse, it seems like the music coming from under the underworld.

While it makes those who have seen it shudder, they are also uncontrollably immersed in such a paradoxical, terrifying, exciting and confusing environment, unable to extricate themselves.

"This is the illusion of Grandma Dryad, please move the live broadcast camera away!"

Yan Chixia shouted loudly, and Zhao Zijing hurriedly followed the instructions, but was still a step too late: in the live broadcast room, some water friends accidentally saw the mural, and they all lost their spirits.

"Beauty...hehe...beauty."

"What a big tree, and there are beautiful women growing on it."

"Gold, all the gold everywhere, mine, all mine, I will kill anyone who dares to steal it from me... Hehehehe, there is gold here, there is gold there, I am rich!"

See the situation.

Zhao Zijing's eyelids twitched wildly: "This... Fellow Taoist Yan, what's going on with them?"

"Netherworld Illusion!"

Yan Chixia's expression was solemn: "The practitioner of this technique will be aroused to the deepest desires in his heart, fall into boundless chaos, lose all his mind, until... he will be burned by desire and die!"

Hearing this, all the reincarnated people present gasped and whispered:

"Hiss, it's so terrifying. He is indeed a great demon king who can rival Senior Yan. If I come face to face with this demon, I will definitely die. There will be no room for me to fight back."

"What kind of heel is this demon?"

"Don't worry about what kind of heel it is... Does Senior Yan have a way to defeat it? We monks are fine, but those mortals may be in danger of their lives if they don't wake up!"

“…”

"Don't panic, please leave it to me."

Yan Chixia flicked the blade of her sword, shooting out an inch of sword light, smashing the mural into pieces: "A mere mural has no power, so just destroy it, it's harmless."

Sure enough, not long after the mural was destroyed, the water friends gradually woke up:

"Oh no, what happened to me just now?"

"We seem to be under an illusion."

"I can understand the illusion, but what does it mean when you call my wife's name when you are unconscious? Damn it, I treat you as my best brother!"

"How dare you say that you are riding a horse?"

"I'm calling a woman after all, but what about you? Why are you calling me by my name? If you don't explain it to me clearly today, we two brothers will end up doing this!"

Chen Yi, lying lazily on the sofa, drinking Mixue Bingcheng and watching the barrage, couldn't help laughing: In fact, this generation of netizens is quite interesting as long as they are not interesting.

The fifth mural.

Yan Chixia used her killer weapon, Ten Thousand Swords, to return to her clan, gathering swords with a radius of thousands of miles, and easily killed hundreds of ghosts. When the smoke cleared, there was a barefoot woman in pink gauze walking towards her.

"Mr. Lang, come on, be happy~"

The woman made a coquettish voice and smiled. She took a few steps to Yan Chixia's side. Her gauze faded slightly, exposing her shoulders. She put her head on Yan Chixia's tiger's back, nodded slightly, and breathed out orchid:

"Mr. Lang, what are you waiting for~"

"Bold and evil, I can tell at a glance that you are not human!"

Although her beauty is extremely attractive, Yan Chixia's heart is very strong. Her eyes are cold, and the sword drawn from her waist is pointed at the woman: "Hey, why don't you reveal yourself quickly!"

The woman burst into tears immediately, and all the gauze covering her body fell off. She looked pitiful: "Master, brother Taoist priest, are you really willing to kill me?"

Yan Chixia was unmoved and glared angrily:

"How dare you try your best to show off your skills? I want you to show your true colors!"

Instantly.

There was a flash of cold light, a sword sealed the throat, and countless flying swords came one after another, killing the woman's body and the ruined temple behind her. Ashes filled the sky and there was silence.

"Is this... over?"

Everyone was shocked:

"Is this the Golden Core Demon King? It doesn't feel very good."

"It's fine if I go up to you."

"Then it's your turn next time. If you can't do it, I'll be the one to give birth to you."

"Are you making a noise with a hammer? The mural isn't over yet. Be quiet and look back."

The sixth mural.

"boom!"

The moment the sword light went out, the mountains suddenly collapsed and the ground cracked. Countless branches thicker than the beams and pillars of the house emerged from the ground unexpectedly and headed straight for Yan Chixia.

The barren hilltop not far away.

A tree demon with a human face and a height of a hundred feet suddenly appeared. The branches were densely covered with branches, and a dead head hung there. The demonic aura and resentment were mixed together, overwhelming the sky.

"Good guy, it turns out this is the real Golden Core Demon King. It's so big. If chopped into firewood, it can last our family a lifetime... no, it can last ten lifetimes!"

"You can feel the pressure like a stormy wave through the screen."

"Grandma, she's so ugly. The ancient fairy I just lusted after is actually such an unlucky thing? Ugh, I'm going to vomit out the last night's meal, so gross!"

There was constant cursing in the live broadcast room.

The other side.

Yan Chixia, whose skills were inferior to those of others, was tightly entangled in the vines covered with demonic energy. No matter how hard she struggled, she could not break free. The ugly tree demon laughed wildly:

"Human ant, didn't you just keep saying that you want me to reveal my true form? My true form has appeared, but you beheaded me, ah? Hahaha."

"Monster, don't be complacent!"

Yan Chixia mobilized the sword energy in her body to isolate the tightening vines, and kept provoking: "Don't give Tao Master a chance, otherwise you will be wiped out in one move!"

The method of motivating generals.

Grandma Dryad, who thought she had a winning chance, actually did this trick.

The vines loosened and spread, and Yan Chixia was thrown away: "Human, if you have any other means, just use it, so that you can understand the difference between humans and gods!"

The cat catches the mouse, letting the enemy die in hopeless despair.

The villain's favorite.

"It is indeed a foolish thing that drinks blood like hair. It is pitiful." Yan Chixia's eyes were full of pity, and she turned her palm upwards, and a clay palace sword pill appeared in her hand.

Crush it into pieces.

This moment.
To be continued...