There are several figures roaring in the strong breeze, and they have rushed over from a distance and stopped. The figure is impressively that the rest of the godsworn have gathered here.

Tang Wei is among them.
When he saw that both Hu Zhi and Wei Cang were already here, his face was gloomy and his eyes flashed with rage.
The monks in the period of deification got together, while Xia Qi and Xu Ping were afraid to get close to each other for fear of being hit by waves.
"Several Taoist friends were the first to find this brush. I hope that several Taoist friends will not make it difficult for me!"
A moment of silence was Hu Zhi’s first mouth, and his face was calm and heavy, which seemed quite sincere.
"Hu Zhidao friends, you and I are both godsworn in the cultivation period. I don’t know how many bloody events have happened. You must know that there is no first come, first served rule for godsworn …"
Tang Wei sullenly eyes rested on the brush.
"Tang Wei Daoyou’s right. I’m afraid this brush is beyond the level of the fairy. It’s probably the poor power of the real fairy, especially here. The soul beast nemesis is more precious than Hu Zhi Daoyou’s saying, come first and take it for yourself!"
The rest of the monks all agreed that they obviously had a peep at this brush, but Wei Cang was silent at this time.
"I can never give up this brush. I can give some soul beads to some Taoist friends, but you must help me win this brush!"
There was a chill in Hu Zhi’s eyes, and his mouth was firm and murderous.
Tang Wei and others are in the heart in a surprised.
Hu Zhi’s strength is the most powerful in a group of people, and even Tang Wei, the temple of all demons, doesn’t want to turn against him completely.
"Since this brush is so important to Hu Zhidao, the old man won’t compete for it. I need three soul beads and this soul bead for my old man to help Hu Zhidao get the brush!"
Tang Wei with a smile to Hu Zhi hand way
Heard this is not only Hu Zhi is Wei Cang and others are sullen.
Three soul beads, it’s nothing, anyway, it’s not that they have no influence on their roots, but this huge soul beast soul bead can’t be given to Tang Wei.
"I want this soul beast body soul bead!"
There is a four-story monk who is not afraid of Tang Wei and comes out and sinks his mouth.
"So is the old man!"
Some people took the lead, and the rest of the monks came out with the goal of this huge soul beast.
"A few Taoist friends, you really want to compete with the old man!"
Tang Wei somberly eyes mean swept several monks face cold mouth full of coercion.
"One person, two soul beads. Whoever has something to do with this soul bead in front of him!"
Hu Zhikou was far from reaching the bottom of the tomb at this time, and it was not completely awkward. He immediately let Tang Wei’s threat dissipate.
"Two soul beads, Hu Zhidao friends, is this a bit less!"
Tang Wei continued to talk about the convent, and he had no fear of Hu Zhi.
"I have so many soul beads. If I don’t agree, we’ll just take this brush by ourselves!"
Hu Zhi, who has been repeatedly contradicted, also felt an anger in his heart. Looking at Tang Wei coldly, his mouth was filled with a tyrannical anger.
Tang Wei’s look changed slightly, and his eyes glanced over the brush. He was unwilling, but finally he was silent to comment again.
"I’ll give each of you two soul beads, the soul beads of the animal body, and you will do your own thing!"
Hu Zhi took out fourteen soul beads and gave them to seven Godsworn, and then his eyes fell directly on the wall with a brush.
While Tang Wei and Wei Cang, who took the soul bead, looked at the huge soul beast waiting beside the writing brush.
"I’ll try you when I’m old!"
Some monks couldn’t help but make direct moves and pointed out that the sword was self-defeating, and the sword light was raging like a rainbow, and they all chopped up and fell towards the soul beast.
"Blare …"
The spirit beast makes a ghost call, and it’s eerie and unreal, and its body gently drifts away from the firm but gentle wave, and it floats towards the monk like smoke.
The spirit beast showed no high IQ and was furious, so he forgot his duty of guarding the writing brush and killed him directly, causing something eerie and ghostly to sweep like the wind.
"shoot!"
Tang Wei and Wei Cang have also made moves. This spirit beast is too powerful. It is conceivable that it is absolutely unusual for the body to breed soul beads. These godsworn monks want to keep it for themselves.
"Boom!"
Seven Godsworn, including Tang Wei and Wei Cang, two masters of the seven-layer deification period, shot together at the moment, and the soul beast has fallen into a crisis situation.
All kinds of brilliance are shining like stars, and the soul beast is surrounded. The soul beast is screaming and screaming, but it is useless.
And this time Hu Zhi finally started work.
The spirit beast was attracted by the arm-thick brush hanging on the wall, and it seemed that the landscape paintings were mysterious and unpredictable around it.
"Give it to me!"
Hu Zhi directly reached out with his big hand and conjured up a golden handprint, which was quickly captured by this brush.
"bang!"
But the palm of your hand grabbed it and fell. At the moment when the palm print fell, the brush turned around like something congenial, as if it had turned into a something congenial shield to protect the brush.
It’s obvious that this brush is resisting Hu Zhi’s means.
"Serve me or perish!"
Hu Zhi’s calm face is not unexpected. More than a dozen handprints are golden, like a round of hot sun shining brightly. People can escape from this brush pen under heavy siege.
"psst!"
The brush vibrates, damn it, the gas is turbulent, and a long hair appears like a monkey. Holding the brush, it screams and attacks the golden handprints.
"Hey!"
The spirit hugged the brush and waved it gently. When he saw that the hairs of the brush trembled, he cut it and cut it into pieces.
"It’s so powerful!"
Xia Qi looked at this issue in the distance and was surprised.
He has the spirit of heaven, fairy house, and heaven, but heaven is powerful and unpredictable, but Xia Qi’s strength is too low to exert much strength.
There is also a fairy blood butcher’s knife spirit, The Hunger, which is fierce and fierce, but it is still far from this brush.
Xia Qi is sure that this is definitely a true fairy treasure.
"Just a spirit actually wants to bully me with treasures, or I will destroy you directly!"