"This old man, we want it in the Immortal Painting Academy." The middle-aged Confucian scholar holding a pair of "ancient paintings" in his hand fell on Wu Daozi. With a casual finger, the majestic aura of a saint suddenly emerged from him, condensed into a mark of the shape of an ancient painting, and swept over Wu Daozi with a "swoosh".

Woo woo woo woo woo!

The clothes on the saints in ancient paintings were automatically swayed lightly without wind.

The mark of the ancient painting was branded on Wu Daozi's forehead. The terrifying saint aura suddenly enveloped his soul. Even a powerful man with a Heavenly Destiny Realm as powerful as Wu Daozi, his mind trembled slightly. A deep fear and fear flashed across the old face full of gullies.

"Tsk...cursing technique?" Another Confucian scholar holding an inkstone looked at the people from the "Liu Family" for a long time. A ray of light suddenly burst out in his eyes. He said, "Tsk" several times, and laughed out loud, "This thing is rare. If we use the ancient inkstone of our Holy Inkstone Academy to draw spells, the power should be increased several times! Haha, I'm sorry, we have all these people who are familiar with the curse art. We can choose the rest yourself!"

The Confucian scholar from the Holy Inkstone Court suddenly left a mark of inkstone on everyone in the Liu family, and the remaining people in the Pavilion were extremely jealous.

"We want these old men who practice ghost skills..."

"Shengqin Courtyard..."

"Immortal Paper Garden..."

“…”

In the blink of an eye, not only the people from the "Tianxuan Taoist Temple", but also the families of the Liu family, the Hidden Clan and the Ghost Realm were left with their marks on them by these people from the "Saint Palace", and they all looked at Chen Changsheng at a loss.

In their opinion, although Chen Changsheng's origin is not worth mentioning, his experience and insight make everyone present feel beyond the reach of the world.

"Fellow Daoist Chen, what do they mean to leave these marks on us?" Wu Daozi frowned, looked at Chen Changsheng beside him, and buzzed.

"Cord land and choose pig tricks." Chen Changsheng sneered twice, and a hint of chill flashed in his eyes.

Leave a mark?

This kind of thing is not rare in the fairy world of heaven. After many sects and ancient clans were destroyed, the captives captured alive would be thrown into the market and sold like pigs. The maids and servants of their "Chen Family" were also bought back through this way.

Not only their Chen family, but also other imperial clans and ancient clans, they will leave their mark on them after buying back the slaves and traitors.

The Chen family's mark is a pattern that looks like a "tiger".

"Pig...pigs?"

Swish!

After listening to Chen Changsheng's words, everyone present changed slightly, and their eyes were full of anger and looked at the group of saint disciples from "Saint Palace".

"Hmph! Treat us as a pig's circle?" Wu Daozi's face suddenly became cold. He looked at the people in the "Immortal Painting Academy" and said coldly, "The "Saint Palace" has fallen and is still so arrogant. I want to take a look today. What are the abilities of you saints' disciples? Treat us as a pig's."

"Bang……"

Wu Daozi's robe shook, and his majestic soul power swept out instantly, turning into a Taoist text all over the sky, and they complemented each other. With a buzzing sound, he saw a simple and extremely complicated Bagua plate flying out of his sleeves. The terrifying momentum suddenly enveloped all the people in the Immortal Painting Academy.

On the Bagua Panel, the ‘Daowen’ flashes alternately.

The aura of Canggu spread out from the Bagua Plate, and you can still see an ancient figure appearing faintly behind the Bagua Plate.

"Ancestral weapon?"

"Fu...Fuxi Bagua Plate?"

Swish!

When I saw the magic weapon in Wu Daozi's hand, the powerful people from the ancient clan and the ghost domain family, my expression was slightly stunned, and I looked at the Bagua Pan with a hint of heat in my eyes.

"Tsk... Wu Daozi is really favored in Tianxuan Taoist Temple! Unexpectedly, the owner of Tianxuan Temple gave him all this treasure." An old man from a ghost realm family looked at Wu Daozi with envy, licked his lips, and whispered.

The others also nodded secretly. When they saw the magical objects like "Fuxi Bagua Pan", they were envious. Only Chen Changsheng's eyes fell on Fuxi's soul shadow, and a huge wave was stirred up in his heart. Looking at the people of Tianxuan Taoist Temple, he murmured: "Bagua Pan, the natal magic weapon of Fuxi's ancient emperor, this small Taoist temple in the secular world is actually closely related to the ancient Fuxi ancient emperor?"

Chen Changsheng knew very well that a divine object like the "Bagua Pan" would not be descended from the ancient Fuxi Emperor, even if the people from Tianxuan Taoist Temple were lucky, they would probably not be able to refine it if they picked it up.

How could a "Ancient Emperor" be so easy to refine?

The ancient Emperor Fuxi is notorious in the immortal world of the heavens, and the "Fu Family" has surpassed the ancient imperial clan of the ninth-grade sect. Even the immortal emperor who is in charge of their Yanshan Fu is probably more than one weak in front of the Fu Family.

"The distance between the vast world in Xianyu Square has been broken, let's go..." Chen Changsheng glanced at Wu Daozi, reminded himself, and with Bai Ningxue and Lei Xiaoniao, he fled to the distance.

""Kunpeng Body Technique"..."

Woo woo woo woo woo!

A huge figure of Kunpeng appeared on Chen Changsheng.

In an instant, he disappeared into the Xianyu Square. Wu Daozi was slightly stunned and immediately woke up. A hint of gratitude flashed in his eyes. He looked at Chen Changsheng, Bai Ningxue and Lei Xiaoniao's backs. He sacrificed his "Fuxi Bagua Plate" and smashed him at the people in the Immortal Painting Academy. Without waiting for the Confucian scholars in the Immortal Painting Academy to react, he took them from Tianxuan Taoist Temple and said buzzingly: "Let's go..."

The number of Confucian scholars in the square is no less than 100,000. No matter how arrogant Wu Daozi is, he will not be stupid enough to think that with a piece of "Fuxi Bagua Plate", he can kill a seven-in and seven-out in this "Saint Palace".

If he hadn't been trapped by the "Evening World" formation, he would have escaped with the people from Tianxuan Taoist Temple, how could he have been left on his body by the people from the Immortal Painting Academy as if they were pigs?

"Bang……"

"Fuxi Bagua Plate" hit the fairy jade square and made a loud noise like the sky. The seemingly hard fairy jade was actually smashed into a huge pit.

Seeing that the people from the "Immortal Painting Academy" were forced to retreat by their "Fuxi Bagua Plate", Wu Daozi did not dare to delay and took the disciples of their Tianxuan Taoist Temple to escape in another direction.

"Bastard, bastard..."

Chen Changsheng and the people from Tianxuan Taoist Temple escaped, especially Wu Daozi, who did not say hello before leaving. The people from the Liu family, the Hidden Clan and the Ghost Domain family all changed wildly, and they all greeted all the eighteen generations of the ancestors of Tianxuan Taoist Temple.

The Confucian scholars in "The Palace of Saints" were still staring at them covetously, which made the people from the Liu family and the Ghost Realm family dare not delay for a moment.

A curse.

He sacrificed his magic weapon and turned into birds and beasts and escaped from all directions.

The huge Xianyu Square suddenly became chaotic.

Countless magic weapons, magical powers, and ancient saints are intertwined...
Chapter completed!