Chapter 138: Magical Method, Destroyed with One Punch
How dare he?
How dare he!
The king was speechless, his mind was full of roaring anger.
He could not have imagined that Zhang Mingdao would dare to go against the world and hold him hostage in front of everyone.
Her cheeks flushed red.
"Bastard!"
Lu Jin was stunned.
He even suspected that Zhang Mingdao had gone insane.
According to his and Zhang Lingyu's idea.
Zhang Mingdao should openly beg for forgiveness from everyone, and Xia He should declare that she has nothing to do with Quan Xing anymore.
He and the old Taoist priest stepped in to save Xia He's life.
Who would have thought.
Zhang Mingdao directly played the trick of calling a horse a zebra.
He would never tolerate that.
Lu Jin wanted to take action, but someone got there first.
"Let go of my dear grandson!"
The muscles on Wang Ai's fat face twisted, his eyes narrowed into a line, revealing a sinister look.
He held a brush in his hand, dipped the wolf-hair tip into ink, and swung it into the air, splashing ink dots all over the sky.
The ink fell to the ground and expanded into a three-headed black tiger with hanging eyes. The patterns on its fur were flowing, and its claws dripped ink to corrode the ground, accompanied by bursts of roars.
Mo Hu divided his troops into three groups to surround Zhang Mingdao.
"Shen Tu!"
Many people in the field recognized the unique painting skills inherited from the Wang family.
Someone took out his cell phone and started secretly filming.
The third generation direct descendant of the Tianshi Mansion is facing off against the Patriarch of the Wang family. No matter how you look at it, this is more exciting than the youth selection competition of the Luotian Dajiao!
"If you want to fight, just fight. Why use so many tricks?"
Zhang Mingdao chuckled, stepped on the ground and crushed several black snakes hiding on the ground. He then grabbed and crushed a black squirrel that was waiting for an opportunity to bite him.
Wang Ai made a big fuss to summon Mo Hu just to attract his attention and provide cover for the little guys.
pity.
Zhang Mingdao had already opened the lightning magnetic field.
No living being can escape.
Wang Bing wanted to resist as soon as he was freed from his restraints, but what was the point of struggling when he was facing a master of boxing at close range?
Before he could stand up, he was hit on the shoulder by a palm. All the strength in his body was gone, and he watched helplessly as his throat fell into the hands of the enemy.
Wang Ai was also shocked.
If his Wang family's magical painting technique was really vulnerable, how could it be ranked among the best in painting!
The body of the ink-transformed beast may not be as tough as that of a real monster, but its entire body is made of Qi, so it is much more agile and mobile.
The strength of the little beast he drew himself should not be underestimated.
If it were an ordinary person, he might not be able to deal with it.
Even for an elite from a famous family like Zhang Lingyu, it would probably take some effort.
This person had great insight and captured the location of the Ink Beast in the blink of an eye and killed it with one strike. His strength was far beyond the scope of the younger generation. His cultivation level cannot be simply judged by his age. He was a truly top-notch master.
His advantage lies in his profound accumulation, but if he only uses painting skills, he is no match for the opponent.
Whatever.
He just wanted to let the world see the consequences of offending the Wang family.
The fat on Wang Ai's face trembled, his inner energy flowed, and two scrolls protruded from his sleeves.
The scroll was spread out on the ground.
One is a picture of hundreds of animals, with the tiger being the most respected.
The other is a painting of a hundred birds, with the crane at the head.
The true Qi is introduced into the painting.
The surfaces of the two paintings glow with pure white fluorescence.
The things in the painting suddenly came to life and walked out of the painting.
Not only that.
A surging black gas emerged from behind Wang Ai, transforming into birds and beasts of various shapes and falling into the illusory portrait.
"Ju Ling dispatches generals!"
Feng Zhenghao felt complicated when he saw that his family heritage had been cultivated to such a level by an outsider.
Feng Xingtong exclaimed: "How many elves did he capture?"
Wang Ai used this skill to capture at least hundreds of demons.
It is not easy for monsters to practice cultivation.
Judging from their numbers, almost all the monsters in the Central Plains have been captured!
The Feng family belongs to an orthodox school of witchcraft practice. They do not envy Wang Ai's behavior, but only feel disappointed.
Let's not discuss his character. The strength displayed by Wang Ai is far beyond the reach of ordinary masters.
He controlled hundreds of demons at the same time, and used his unique painting skills to shape physical bodies for the demons, thus increasing their magical powers.
Not long after.
The spirit of the evil spirit is integrated into the portrait.
A surging momentum broke out.
How is it different from arresting spirits, dispatching generals and adding divine paint to the mix than hundreds of strange people joining forces?
"Sigh~~"
The ink under Zhang Mingdao's feet squirmed and transformed into a black snake again. It looked more delicate than before, with fine scales glowing with a cold metallic light.
Snakes are vengeful by nature, so they immediately bent their bodies and suddenly spewed a mouthful of black miasma towards Zhang Mingdao.
Zhang Mingdao did not dodge or evade, but instead used the Golden Light Spell to form a barrier to block the attack.
The remaining black miasma splashed onto the ground, corroding it into pits and spots.
Great!
Zhang Mingdao raised his eyebrows and released the hand that was pinching Wang Bing.
He used his hands as claws and held them in the air. Thunder flashed through his fingertips, forming a dense net to capture the black snake.
The black snake suddenly shrank into an inch, jumped out of the lightning net, and its tail lashed towards Zhang Mingdao's waist and abdomen like a steel whip.
"Boom-"
The sound of gold and iron sounded.
Zhang Mingdao took the blow head-on, and seeing the moment when the black snake's body stiffened, he stretched out his arms and clamped the black snake tightly with his palms like steel pliers.
between looking at each other.
He saw the fear flashing in the snake's eyes.
Die!
Zhang Mingdao suddenly exerted force.
The black snake wailed, and its body exploded. The snake spirit disintegrated, with no more life.
Just at this moment, the wind blew violently.
Dozens of black crows flew towards him and fell rapidly.
Zhang Mingdao raised his hand to stop him, but suddenly a warning sign came into his mind.
After the demon spirit was captured and brought into the painting, the ink beast inherited the demon spirit's abilities during its lifetime, which were far beyond what the divine creation could offer.
really.
The flock of black crows did not use the primitive method of attacking with beaks and claws. Instead, they formed a formation in the air, with Qi flowing and spewing out red flames.
Fire crow picture?
Zhang Mingdao summoned thunder to stop it.
A space that obscures vision.
The Mo Hu that was locked in his mind suddenly disappeared, and reappeared in front of him.
A cunning look flashed in Mo Hu's eyes. He turned over and dived, then suddenly jumped up, his sharp claws heading straight for Zhang Mingdao's lower body.
Tearing the air, bringing out the sound of metal hitting stone.
Zhang Mingdao had no interest in testing whether his vajra could withstand the attack, so he punched forward with his horizontal fist, hitting Mo Hu's front paw hard.
"boom!"
He sank his hind legs into the ground, and sighed inwardly, "What a powerful force! There must be at least three Zhang Lingyu exerting their strength at the same time!"
but.
His power is not small either.
Mo Hu was thrown several feet away.
It was hit by half a punch and was in great pain. It looked at Zhang Mingdao with lingering fear, lowered its body, and hid behind another deer.
Zhang Mingdao calculated all the changes when he took action.
He turned his head to avoid the crane's peck at his tail and quickly retreated back to Wang Bing.
Wang Ai's Black Beast Alliance is truly powerful.
When Tiger and Crane were alive, they were both great demon spirits with impressive cultivation. Their strength was comparable to that of their master Liang Guofu, or even higher. They were also intelligent and could control their own small demon spirits to cooperate in combat.
If he was a little weaker in strength, he would probably be killed on the spot by hundreds of monsters.
Zhang Mingdao chuckled: "Unfortunately, I am better than him."
After several battles, he found out the weaknesses of the Black Beast Alliance and was confident of winning.
Zhang Mingdao was just about to take action when he felt someone watching him from behind. Looking closely, he saw two white apes hiding not far away, and their target seemed to be Wang Bing.
Hey!
Rumor has it that the head of the Wang family is a fool, with the same character as his grandson.
It's unbelievable!
With such a huge advantage in hand, he actually wanted to secretly rescue Wang Bing and then call on the people of Longhu Mountain to surround himself.
Smart enough!
But it's no use!
Zhang Mingdao grinned: "Want it? Here you go!"
(End of this chapter)