Heaven Extinction Martial Emperor

The eyes were indifferent, full of deep strangeness.

Yun Huaxin's heart shook gently for no reason and consciously retreated.

For the first time, she saw this look from Master.

Xi Yuan Mo Ni looked at Xia Qingchen: "Son, Xia, if you damage the picture, you should be compensated."

Xia Qingchen calmly asked, "What compensation do you want?"

Xi Yuan Mo Ni's eyes were deep and deeper, and he became even more inscrutable: "The painting of the **** king, priceless treasure, your total body is not enough to compensate."

The implication is to take Xia Qingchen's life.

"The painting was destroyed by you, then you should pay for it." Xiyuan Money tapped his fingers on the table, his face in the smoke of the letters burning out, even more strange.

A trace of the power of the moon, spreading slowly as his fingers moved.

She is about to start!

Xia Qingchen's whole body of hair fell again, and even his skin was not trembling under the control of thought.

A sudden life-and-death crisis shrouded Xia Qingchen.

Across the table, he had no time to escape, let alone the means of one body?

Xiyuan Mo Ni will not give him any chance to fight back!

A letter suddenly dragged Xia Qingchen into a dangerous abyss!

Feeling the increasingly obvious killing intent of Xiyuan Mo Ni, Xia Qingchen was full of thoughts.

Suddenly, he moved his heart and said frankly: "It is true that your painting is a fake painting. The real painting of the King of God has always been in my hands."

Yun Huaxin covered her violently beating heart. She thought that Xia Qingchen's way to get rid of Master's murderous intention was to clarify herself.

I never imagined that such a word came out.

How could the painting of the **** king be fake?

Xiyuan Mo Ni was all stunned. Her eyes were faint: "Are you a good deceiver when you are poor?"

Xia Qingchen said lightly: "Is it necessary to lie to you? But Yuan Yuan, put me to death with a fake painting. I don't know how the tombkeeper would feel if he knew it."

Linlang Island's weak meat and strong food are not fake, but not everyone can kill indiscriminately?

Not to mention killing someone who has just got the moon pith.

If there is no reason, then there is a suspicion of killing and killing the moon, which is contrary to the rules of the group of eagles.

Xiyuan Mo Ni's eyes rolled slightly: "Thank you, real painting?"

The power of the moon realm she released temporarily converged.

Xia Qingchen said: "The real painting is naturally in my house. However, which fake painting you are, requires me to refer to one or two. After all, there are many paintings of my **** king."

Xiyuan Mo Ni looked at Xia Qingchen deeply and threw the scroll to Xia Qingchen.

Xia Qingchen opened it up and recalled it carefully. It was the painting he left after killing ninety-nine demons.

The sword on the painting is his sword of annihilation at that time-Heaven Penalty.

As for the suffocating and disturbing mountains in the distance, it is a symbol of the devil.

"Fight against evil, fight for life." Xia Qingchen whispered the words left in the past softly, only to feel the rush of years, and the heart was infinitely melancholy.

"I... well, the **** king was also young, and had the blood of drawing swords and slashing demons."

"Cultivation of my generation, Kuang Fu justice, sword refers to the demons, why pity this body!"

Yun Huaxin was secretly surprised, and Xia Qingchen's perception was exactly the same as that of his master.

Xi Yuan Mo Ni's eyes have changed a little, and his sharp eyes have decreased a little.

However, the killing has not changed.

"You said this is a fake picture?" Xiyuan Mo Ni said.

Xia Qingchen nodded: "True painting, wait a moment, I'll go to the locker in the house."

After he finished speaking, Xi Yuan Mo Ni thought about it without stopping, and let him return to the house.

Once in the house, Xia Qingchen's eyes became calm.

He put together the stone tables in the house, then took out a blank picture scroll and raised the pen to paint on it!

Xi Yuan Mo Ni wants the real thing, that's very simple, draw a picture for him!

Xia Qingchen can draw as much as you want.

Wow wow wow--

Xia Qingchen recalled that when he was young, he raised his pen to paint and repainted the original work in one go.

After a tea.

He retracted the pen, picked up the scroll, and blew lightly to dry the ink.

"Xia Gongzi, why is your real painting so difficult to get?" The voice of Xiyuan Mo Ni's coldness floated.

Xia Qingchen responded, scrolling the picture, returning to the stone table, and placing it on the table: "The real painting is here."

In response, Xi Yuan Mo Ni just glanced at the picture scroll and did not open it.

She did not believe that Xia Qingchen could come up with so-called real paintings.

Because the broken painting in her hand is the real thing.

It's not how skillful the painting is, but the pride contained in the painting, which is not something that ordinary people can possess.

Only those who truly exterminate the gods and demons and hold the justice of the world can write it.

This painting should be the true trace of the dustless king of the year.

As for the so-called "real paintings" Xia Qingchen brought out, it was just a humble opportunity for him to linger on.

"Xia Gongzi, if your painting is a little fake, you will die without regret, right?" Xiyuan Mo Ni said.

Xia Qingchen said: "If my picture is real, what should Lord Yuan do?"

Xi Yuan Mo Ni said: "If it is a real painting, it is the old person who wronged you. Not only will the painting heart be allocated to you, but also give you some resources."

Will the resources donated by Yuan Yuan be ordinary things?

"Good." Xia Qingchen said: "Is the painting true or false, Yuanyuan judges confidently."

With a few sneers, Xi Yuan Mo Ni unfolded the scroll.

A picture of an ancient sword pressing against demons is impressed by the waves.

Yun Huaxin looked startled: "This... is really the same!"

She looked closer and didn't let it go at all, but as far as the painting was concerned, it was exactly the same, it was exactly the same!

Xi Yuan Mo Ni's calm face also changed from contempt to surprise, and finally to confusion.

Because the two paintings are exactly the same!

She took up the scroll and carefully tasted it. This taste is a whole tea time, which is longer than Xia Qingchen's painting.

"Why the paper is so new, the ink seems to be new, not like antiquities." Xiyuan Mo Ni still saw a little sign.

Xia Qingchen had already prepared and said, "Aren't the fake paintings you picked up not new?"

Because it was made by the gods, there are residual divinities in the scroll, which can make most of the scroll always new.

This point cannot distinguish between real paintings and fake paintings.

Xi Yuan Mo Ni was a little reluctant and tasted again carefully. Another tea passed by. She put down the scroll and sat down again, her face full of calm thought.

Finally, she fixed her eyes on Xia Qingchen and said, "The two paintings are exactly the same in appearance, but the implied will is slightly different."

"What I have in my hands is more of an unprecedented heroic heart. As you said, it is likely that the King of Gods did it."

"But the one you brought out lacked the sharpness of the people, but it was a bit more magnificent, unlike the king of God."

Xia Qingchen secretly lamented that Jiang was still old and spicy.

Although the paintings are the same, she still perceives the state of mind of the painter.

The original painting was indeed painted by Xia Qingchen in his youth.