The Confucian scholar obviously did not expect that his "demon king" was so fragile. He was a painter, a painter who had gone evil.

Ling Dong looked at the Confucian scholar: "You have gone astray. Painters and Confucian scholars must cultivate their own awe-inspiring righteousness. A powerful painter, a painter with awe-inspiring righteousness, can make mountains and rivers explode with a single painting, and let lightning and thunder fill the air."

, you abandoned the high road and took the evil path."

"The evil way is also the way. There are three thousand great ways. You have only seen the awe-inspiring righteousness, but you have never seen the awe-inspiring evil spirit. You have never seen a picture filled with poisonous energy and thousands of demons surging."

Ling shakes his head, maybe what he said is right, the path is chosen by oneself, good and evil are in the human heart, even those who do not practice evil can do evil, and some who practice evil can also be good people.

"If you can't keep your heart, you won't get the Tao, so die!"

Ling Dong's figure rushed towards the Confucian scholar, and the Vajra Dragon Snake hand drew an afterimage and struck at the Confucian scholar.

At this time, the Confucian scholar took out a black paintbrush, then waved his hand and made a few strokes in the air, and a large black cauldron moved towards Ling.

Ling Dong was surprised, it was really amazing, it was really powerful for the painter to reach this point.

The Confucian scholar did not stop, but swung his pen faster, and an outline was formed. This was the appearance of a ferocious beast, like a snake or a dragon, with three heads. An evil aura was rising. Ling Dong had already shattered that

Big tripod.

The Confucian scholar bit the tip of his tongue and spurted out a fine mouthful of blood, directly onto the dragon-like and snake-like shadow.
Chapter completed!