Kyushu World
The rolling sand dunes are bright red by the setting sun, extending to the end of the world, making people understand why it is called Chizhou. "*Yan*love*first*post"
Suddenly a mirage appeared over the desert. There were obviously only two colors, black and white, but it changed into a magnificent picture. It gives people a sense of being in a big world.
This deserted and dead place, at this time, gathered nearly a thousand practitioners, from the weak refiners to the powerful Jindan monks, they all looked up at the mirage in the sky, and carefully guarded each other.
Not long ago, the news that the painting mound was about to be opened spread, and it also contained the exact time and place. It caused a stormy sea among the disciples of painters in the world, and rushed to this barren desert one after another.
There are also some practitioners who are not painters who want to try their luck. The Tsukamoto of Five Juesui values chance even more. Maybe they can get into the painting mound, even if one or two magic weapons are worth it.
But precisely because of the widespread spread of this matter, no one dared to take the black hand easily. It was generally considered peaceful. As for the moment when the painting mound is really opened, whether there will be a bloody battle, it is unclear.
Suddenly windy sand rose up on the desert, and the fine gravel was like a fiery red mist, blurring the mirage in the sky.
A horrible demonic air instantly enveloped the desert, and the practitioners returned in terror. Suddenly a humpbacked old man appeared on the eastern sand dunes, watching them indifferently.
"Bai Tuo Sha King!" Someone immediately called the old man's identity, causing even greater panic.
"Leave the desert." Bai Tuo Sha Wang's voice was low and hoarse. As ruthless as this desert.
Someone tried to plead: "Senior, this is about the inheritance of our painter, please allow me some time. After the painting mound is opened, we will leave!"
"Leave the desert!"
The wind and sand became more violent, covering the sky and the sun.
The sand dunes squirmed, as if they had become giants, about to stand up and crush the fool who dared to wake his dream.
The practitioners were shocked, and the demon king was definitely not something they could contend with. www.
But a mirage in the sky. Even if it is covered by wind and sand, it is becoming clearer and clearer. It seemed close at hand.
The painting mound will be opened soon.
When I didn't know whether to retreat, a clear dragon chant resounded through the world.
"Here is another Demon King?" The practitioners were even more desperate.
The White Camel Sand King slowly raised his head, and an ink-colored swimming dragon descended from the sky and landed under the mirage.
"Friends White Camel. They didn't mean to offend, so why do you bully the small?"
An old man with a ruddy complexion and slightly fat figure, shaking his hands and unfolding a scroll, Yulong returned to the painting, still wandering.
It turned out that this wandering dragon with the power of the Demon King was just a painting, which reminded people of the Mohai Dragon King back then.
What kind of existence should someone who can handle such a painting exist
"Master Dong!" The practitioners were pleasantly surprised, but the opening of the painting mound unexpectedly attracted this person. Yes. How could he not know such a major event!
The Taishi is one of the three males, and has a very high status in the Longzhou Great Xia Imperial Court, and ordinary great monks are not qualified to serve. It must be the existence at the top of this world.
The Taishi of this generation is the old man surnamed Dong, who also came from a painter. He claims to have a collection of "Hundred Scrolls of Bizarre Paintings", and each volume has amazing power. The picture just now "Walking the Dragon" is just one of them. That's it.
Just as the Buddhist and Taoist families respect the left and right national teachers, the disciple of the world painter respects this Dong Taishi.
The White Tuosha King said nothing. Only the wind and sand call, the sand dunes are like ocean waves. Flock to the practitioners.
Taishi Dong smiled slightly, and stretched out his hand to unfold a picture scroll. The ink marks dripped in the painting, and the bamboo forest was cool, but they all bend down deeply. In the painting, a breeze came slowly, resisting the wind and sand in the sky and blowing away the sand dunes.
This painting is called "Bamboo Wind Picture", it is not bamboo, but wind!
The Baituosha King suddenly turned his head, looked at the end of the sky and the earth, frowning deeply, so he collected the wind and sand, turned and walked down the sand dunes.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and admired Dong Taishi's methods even more, even the White Camel Sand King was able to retreat.
A few young men and women followed behind Taishi Dong, all of whom were pure and noble. At this time, they praised:
"The master is really amazing. He restrained the wind and sand with the breeze. The White Camel Sand King had no choice but to retreat."
"The master is a dignified Taishi, and if you are an enemy of your master, you are an enemy of Daxia. The master must take action before he is willing to retreat. The Bai Tuosha King is really stubborn, just like the legend."
As for the others, they didn't even have the qualifications to praise, and they came forward to bow their hands and thank you, with caution on their faces.
Taishi Dong lightly stroked his long beard, and said humbly: "We are all appointed by Da Xia, we can be regarded as ministers of the same court, and our status seems to be different. He is just selling my face."
"The master is in the center of Longzhou. The Baituosha King is just a demon king. I heard that he is still in collusion with the rebellious Big Banyan Tree King. How can it be compared?" said an arrogant young man. He has survived the second catastrophe. Have proud capital.
"Don't talk nonsense! After all, this is someone's place, and it's no good to annoy him."
Mrs. Dong reprimanded a few words, but the smile on his face did not turn away.
At this time, the mirage in the sky became clearer. The landscape figures, flowers, birds, fish and insects evolved from the ink color. It is the artist’s magic method. Even Taishi Dong was surprised when he saw it. To be able to interpret painting to such an extent, if he can enter into it and get a closer look, it will certainly be of great benefit to his practice.
"Master, the painting mound is about to open, what are these people going to do?" The arrogant young man casually pointed, his face full of disgust, as if looking at a group of uninteresting mangy dogs.
"Master, let's retreat now!" There was that interesting hurriedly said.
"The opening of the painting mound is a great event for our painters. Everyone has come all the way. How can the old man rush everyone back? Whether we can enter the painting mound depends on their own chances. Wait a second. But for those who are not painters, let's leave!"
Taishi Dong waved his hand, and nearly a hundred practitioners quickly dispersed, leaving all the painter's disciples. They praised Dong Taishi for his magnanimity, hoping that he could become the lucky one who entered the painting mound.
Taishi Dong smiled slightly. Few people knew that this news was originally spread by him. The purpose was to gather painter’s disciples and prepare to build a large sect similar to Lingguo Temple, which can be both the head of a family and the suzerain of a faction. .
In such a turbulent world, the Great Xia Dynasty was shaky, and the position of Taishi alone was no longer reliable enough.
And when the painting mound is opened, who can compete with him
In order to get this news from the prince Siqing, he sacrificed a volume of strange paintings and would never allow others to get involved. However, Chu Danqing, who was carrying the blood pill, didn't come. He didn't dare to come without the enchanting support of Li Qingshan!
As he was thinking, his eyes condensed, and a white figure stood on the sand dune where the White Camel Sand King had left, wearing a moon white monk's robe that fluttered in the evening wind, but it still remained as long as it reached the ground. Even though his face is expressionless, his stunning face is amazing, but it is inlaid with a pair of terrifying eyes.
If the White Tuosha King is like this desert, there is still vitality and hope under the indifferent appearance. Countless creatures live in the desert, and underground rivers are surging under the sand dunes, ready to turn into an oasis at any time. He has also served as a guide for countless times, giving people hope in the storm.
But there was a void in her eyes, not to mention that this desert, even if there are only the hungry ghosts of the dead, it seems too noisy in her eyes. There are too many senseless greed, resentments, and hopes, which will bring great destruction with great mercy. .
Taishi Dong didn't know when she came, even if she saw it with her own eyes, she couldn't feel any breath, but suddenly remembered a term-Buddha!
His face changed drastically, and he immediately understood why the White Tuosha King had retired. But asking him to retreat was unwilling to reconcile, and he said: "Friends of Taoism are..."
Before she finished speaking, her figure disappeared, and a voice without sadness or joy sounded in her ears: "."
Taishi Dong suddenly felt unable to move, and his mana was also difficult to operate, but that stunning face was already close at hand, and the bone-white sword pierced his chest.
Bai Tuosha King at least warned, but she did not hesitate to start the massacre. (To be continued)