Chapter 749

An old picture scroll slowly appeared from one of the nine palace bags in Fang Lin.

Xuandi's pupils contracted and his eyes stared at the ancient scroll. Although he didn't know what it was, the ancient scroll gave Xuandi a very bad feeling.

"Hmm" was not only Xuandi, but also others saw the ancient painting slowly emerging.

Dugu Fenglei and Lu Feng, the Lord of Zhenxi hall, all changed their looks. There were also some old and powerful people who moved one after another and noticed an unusual and unspeakable terrible breath.

"What's that?" someone made a sound, thinking that the picture scroll appeared very strange, and it seemed to be a forest thing.

Emperor Xuan was uneasy. Although he didn't know what was strange about the scroll, he immediately shot to suppress it in order to avoid complications.

Emperor Xuan just wanted to do something. Suddenly, an invisible pressure spread from the picture and enveloped the four sides.

At this moment, the Xuandi's body stagnated, as if it was fixed on the sky, and on the ground, all the people present were like Xuandi, completely unable to move, as if some terrible force had imprisoned all of them.

The most strange thing is that although it is difficult for people to move, they are particularly conscious. They can see and hear, but they can't move. Even a finger is difficult to move.

This feeling made everyone extremely shocked. What kind of power was it that could imprison everyone present in an instant, even Xuandi, Zhenxi hall master and other figures, even a trace of resistance was difficult to achieve.

Even in the xuandu, those civilians and martial arts, as if frozen, maintained their previous actions.

The whole xuandu, as well as thousands of miles outside the xuandu, has become very strange.

Any living creature fell into stillness, and even the colorful clouds above the sky were no longer floating.

There is only one word that can describe the silence of what happened at the moment.

It seems that this piece of heaven and earth fell into silence, time stopped, and years no longer turn.

Fang Lin's collapsed body also stood still, and every drop of blood, every piece of meat, and every inch of bone were still on the sky.

Only the ancient spear and the bloody sword, the two powerful weapons are still shining, but they are also at a standstill.

Only the ancient picture scroll, completely unaffected between this piece of heaven and earth, slowly appears and slowly opens.

When the scroll opened, Emperor Xuan and everyone saw the contents of the scroll.

It was a woman holding a paper umbrella, showing only one figure.

It's just a figure, but it's as beautiful as a relegated fairy. It's shocking and difficult to keep calm.

It's indescribable. No one can describe the woman in the painting. Only her back is like a fairy. If you draw the woman's face, how amazing it is

Perhaps, the reason why this painting only draws a back is that the person who painted this painting has no ability to show the woman's face perfectly, so it only draws a back, which makes people increase infinite reverie.

Emperor Xuan looked at the painting, especially the figure of the woman in the painting. Unconsciously, he was a little distracted.

"No" Xuandi was also a powerful role. He felt something bad and immediately woke up. A cold sweat suddenly penetrated his forehead.

He wanted to open his spiritual eyes and use the power of his spiritual eyes to remove the shackles on his body, but he was shocked to find that he could not even use his spiritual eyes, as if this power had limited all his abilities.

Under the gaze of countless startled eyes, there was a slender jade hand sticking out of the picture.

This hand, soft as bones, is white and moving, like a lotus in water.

But the appearance of this hand made the bottom of Xuandi's heart jump suddenly, and his eyes showed fear.

A painting, at this moment, there is a hand stretched out from the painting. What a terrible scene

Especially now, everyone is imprisoned by inexplicable pressure and can't move. Seeing such a strange scene again, it's really difficult to keep calm in their hearts.

Jade hands appeared, followed by a exquisite figure, coming out of the scroll.

This is a woman, wearing a white dress, spotless, tall, holding a white paper fan.

At first glance, this woman seems to be like a girl, bright and moving, but a closer look, this woman is extraordinary, seemingly delicate, but heroic, as if it were a sharp sword out of its sheath.

It's really weird for such a temperament to appear on a woman who looks weak.

After the woman appeared, the whole heaven and earth seemed to lose color, and all the auras of heaven and earth were incorporated into the woman's body in an instant.

Emperor Xuan was shocked. He was also a strong man. He sat in Xuanguo and had been to the upper three kingdoms. He had a wide range of knowledge, but he had never seen such a terrible person.

Even if the woman didn't fight, the invisible breath alone was so strong that Xuandi couldn't breathe.

"This is a peerless strong man" Xuandi roared in his heart. He was even more unbelievable. He killed a Fang Lin. he didn't expect such a terrible strong man to appear in this picture.

The woman in white skirt glanced at Xuandi, and there was no emotional fluctuation in her eyes, as if she were looking at a corpse.

This is a disdainful look, a high look, like a real dragon looking at the creeping mole ants on the ground.

Xuandi always had this kind of look when facing Fang Lin, but now, some people look at themselves with the same look.

The white skirt woman looked at the people below again, and her eyes were full of contempt, which could not even be described as contempt, and she had been ignored.

Finally, the white skirt woman looked at the static flesh and bones in the sky, and her eyes suddenly erupted into overwhelming anger.

The roar of "dare to hurt my son" came from the mouth of the white skirt woman, and suddenly the sky roared, the earth cracked, and the whole xuandu was shaking.

Poof

Emperor Xuan couldn't bear the pressure, and directly spewed blood, as if he had been badly hit, and his breath quickly faded down.

The next moment, the woman in white skirt reached out and saw her hand stretch out, gently pointing at the flesh and bones of Fang Lin.

Suddenly, those flesh and bones quickly gathered together, and every drop of blood was not lost, all gathered again.

A dead person, even the body, collapsed, but at this moment, under the finger of the white skirt woman, began to reunite quickly.

It's not too much to call it God.

At least everyone here is blindfolded. Such a means is beyond their imagination.