"Qi...qilu, you can actually use the power of Qilu." Xuan Scorpion struggled to get up from the ground and spit out a mouthful of blood. It seemed that the Tianzhu just now had more harm to her. Her face was full of fear and said in panic: "Who are you...?"

Tian Fei also shot Wang Fang out of that mysterious and mysterious state, and then he felt a tingling pain in his chest. The numbness of the toxin spread throughout his body, making him stand still and unable to move.

Poisoned.

Wang Fang didn't expect that he would fall into such a place. Seeing that the Xuan Scorpion could still move, he immediately moved his arm with all his strength to reach out to the painting Qiankun.

Fortunately, the brush I picked up was of good quality and was not destroyed by the Heavenly Punishment.

When the brush was about to touch the painting scroll, the mysterious and yellow aura poured out from it again, and the thunder clouds wrapped the king, making a masterpiece of Sanskrit.

Wang Fang didn't know if he could bear another heavenly punishment, but if Xuan Scorpion wanted to attack him, he could only fight to the death.

Facing the scared Xuan Scorpion, Wang Fang buzzed and said loudly: "I... called Wang Fang!"

At this moment, as if it was a response to Wang Fang, the entire cave suddenly vibrated. At the same time, the golden light around it shone like gold.

Then these golden lights gathered like streams, and finally formed a big wave and slapped at Wang Fang.

When the golden wave was about to hit Wang Fang, the tide formed by the light split into two, and part of it poured into the unfolding scroll of the universe, and part of it was like the brush in Wang Fang's hand.

Unknown power radiates into Wang Fang's body. Toxins that are claimed to be untreated are, under the majestic power, like the snow in the storm of the storm, and even the shocks left by the heavenly punishment are cured.

Wang Fang never felt so good. That feeling of fulfillment was physical and mental satisfaction. He seemed to be standing at the highest cloud overlooking the earth, with a stroke in his hand and a long scroll in front of him, as if he could paint everything in the world into the scroll as long as he wanted.

Xuan Scorpion opposite her looked horrified. She looked at the secret room and seemed to understand something.

She wanted to escape, but was stopped by this force and could not move. She felt the arrival of danger. She had to shout in grief: "Heaven will destroy my demon clan..."

Then her body shattered layer by layer like crystals.

Wang Fang didn't know what was going on. He was also fixed and unable to act, so he could only passively accept this abnormal change.

The golden light quickly flowed out, and the light on the painting scroll and the brush gradually darkened. The passive light in the secret room disappeared, but the glimmer of the painting scroll scroll and the brush still illuminated the place.

Wang Fang was finally able to move. He saw Xuan Scorpion's death with his own eyes, and was afraid that he would have the same fate, so he thought of leaving quickly.

But at this time, a ray of light mist emerged from the pile of scattered crystals left by the death of the mysterious scorpion and formed the image of the mysterious scorpion.

"Save me..."

Wang Fang stopped and left, looking at the misty mysterious scorpion, not knowing what had happened.

"Are you alive or dead?"

Xuan Scorpion replied: "As a monster Xuan Scorpion, I am dead; as a heroic Xuan Scorpion, I am waiting for you to give me a new life..."

Wang Fang didn't understand even more, and he continued to ask: "What happened? You wanted to kill me just now, and now you asked me to save you again. How can such a good thing be in the world..."

"These are all arranged by several painters who died here. When I inherited the memories of the monster Xuanscorpion, I can see the memory fragments left here before they died here."

Next, the heroic spirit mysterious scorpion began to tell the story of what happened here two thousand years ago.

Battle of Taijiang.

The human race plans to destroy the demon elites here and protect the human race for thousands of years.

After knowing that they were going to be ruined here, the demon race also planned to use the essence and blood of millions of monsters to plant the blood of demons on the human race.

This altar was secretly built by the demon clan at that time.

It was just a team of human painters who accidentally broke into this place during the war. They learned about the monsters' plans, but were also discovered and chased by a large number of monsters.

This team of human painters fled all the way here, but they were seriously injured and unable to escape.

The demon clan’s plan to create the demon clan is unstoppable, so these painters made another plan.

Since millions of demonic blood will gather here under the attraction of the altar, the power of the human painters who died on this land should also be condensed here.

This is located directly below the demon altar. After the urgent arrangements before the painters died, when the altar is restarted and released its power outward, the power of the dead human painter will also be released.

The demon race wants to use the blood of monsters to create the demon race, and a new race born with the painter will also be created.

The dying painters didn't know what the race they created looked like, leaving only one name...the gods.

The gods and demons are born from the same origin, but they are natural enemies on the opposite side.

"It's just that the altar was destroyed..." The heroic scorpion looked upwards and sighed: "Neither the power of the demon clan nor the god clan was fully released. I should have been able to transform into the god clan here, but I was not strong enough to only transform into this state.

King Master, the pen and the scroll Qiankun in your hand inherited the power of the gods that had not been released. You can make up for the missing parts of me and make me a gods."

Wang Fang looked at the pen he picked up, and the tip of his nose contained golden ink; the painting of the world was not too strange except for the golden light.

Looking at the few dead bones on the ground, he didn't expect that these painters who died here would leave such a backhand. They opened the back door under the altar of the demon clan and took advantage of the opportunity to create the demon clan to create the god clan.

These painters are probably not ordinary painters.

However, two thousand years have passed, and this is not the time to discuss the identity of these painters. The vibration just now should be caused by the Beidian Guard destroying the altar of the demon clan. Those golden light flows are the power of the gods that cannot be released. They use this brush and the painting scroll as a carrier to carry the power of the gods.

After realizing what he had obtained, Wang Fang said to the heroic scorpion: "I killed the mandrill, you want to kill me. If I give you the power and make you a god clan, you will definitely want to kill me again."

The heroic Xuan Scorpion replied: "I said that the monster Xuan Scorpion is dead. I inherited her memory, but it does not mean that I am her.

You give me strength, no one can take away your scrolls, the universe and magic pen, my life and death are in your thoughts, and I will naturally be loyal to you."

Wang Fang was still hesitating.

At this time, Wukong suddenly broke into the secret room. When he saw Wang Fang, he said in surprise: "Master Wang, I finally found you... What is this!"

When Wukong saw the heroic scorpion, he raised his stick and was about to hit him.
Chapter completed!