"What an enemy of Buddha!"
Taishi Dong was frightened and furious, and felt a sense of death that he hadn't felt for many years. The tile blue gown on his body suddenly swelled, showing the color of ice, and he resisted the sword of killing the Buddha. www.
It turns out that wearing a long gown is a picture scroll, painting thousands of years of ice and ten thousand years of frozen soil.
Xiaoan Jianfeng turned, the ice shattered and his clothes cracked!
Taishi Dong retreated in embarrassment and was greatly horrified. His "hanxuan painting clothes" was a defensive treasure, and he couldn't resist her sword! However, after finally gaining some time, he suddenly spread his arms and sternly shouted: "Hundreds of paintings!"
Huh!
Hundred-scroll scrolls unfold together. There are landscape figures, flowers, birds, fish and insects, hell ghosts, and heavenly wonders. Each painting has its own magical effect. It may be the powerful existence of the three tribulations, or the power of ice, fire and thunder. **Technology, changes are intertwined into thousands of colors, all kinds of colors.
And the integration of a hundred paintings can form a field of its own, all-encompassing.
His power alone can be worth the joint efforts of dozens of great monks. The Taishi is the San Gong, and it is by no means a waste of fame!
Hundred scrolls of strange paintings have just been unfolded, and with a flash of blood, they all disappeared and fell into a long, bloody streamer.
"Space magic weapon!" Taishi Dong's expression changed.
Xiao An held the sword in her right hand and the flag in her left, still expressionless, as if she had expected everything.
A string of rosary beads on Hao's wrist flew out, turning into skulls to bite Dong Taishi's body up and down. The fangs and teeth quickly tore the protective body's zhenqi, and then bite the flesh and blood.
But the strange thing is that no matter how the Skeleton Devil bites. The wounds on Taishi Dong's body can always heal quickly, and without a drop of blood flowing out, the bone fire of Samadhi cannot ignite it. "*Yan*love*first*post" It seems that what is here is just a portrait of a puppet without flesh and blood.
Taishi Dong let the Bone Demon bite, and stared at Xiao An coldly.
At this moment in the remote Longzhou, a self-portrait of Dong Taishi hung in the deepest part of the Taishi Mansion, with the same figure and expression. Wherever the skeleton bite, the portrait will be a bit damaged.
This is the supreme mastery of the painter-the substitute of painting soul!
The soul of painting is immortal, and the substitute is immortal. The body will not be harmed, and it will be immune to many specific attacks. Whether it is the Lvzong decree or the samādhi bone fire, they are restrained.
The weakest part of the painter is himself. Even though he can control many powerful scrolls, if he is defeated, everything will become empty, so he created such magical spells. When the enemy wants to win by assassination. They will crash into the iron plate, but will fall into the siege.
"A mere magic weapon, I also want to trap my hundred scrolls of strange paintings, the enemy of Buddha, I will definitely let you fall here today!"
Taishi Dong urged a hundred scrolls of strange paintings, stirring up the colorful flowers on the sea of blood, and they wanted to break through.
Xiao An set up the banner of the sea of blood, holding the hilt in both hands, a pair of barefoot white and almost transparent. Lightly stepped on the yellow sand, without leaving any traces, swinging the sword again.
This sword is like an antelope hanging horns. There is no trace to be found, as if with the heaven and the earth, without a trace of fierceness.
Taishi Dong frowned, the swordsmanship of the Buddha's enemy was incredible. Various methods could make it powerful and strange. No wonder it was able to create such a monstrous evil in Pearl City. If it weren't for the painting soul substitute. I'm afraid that the ship will capsize in the gutter today.
But when he met those empty eyes, there was suddenly a great horror that could not be described in words. There must be something wrong! It was too late to retreat and be consumed by the Skeleton Demon.
The sword slashed across his neck, and a ray of blood spattered, burning in mid-air into a samaya bone fire.
In the self-portrait of the Taishi's mansion, a hole suddenly cracked. No matter how the Skeleton Devil bites, the only thing that is damaged is the portrait, but this hole cut the drawing paper and fell on his neck.
"How can this be?!"
Taishi Dong's eyes widened, filled with disbelief, dead silence swallowed his whole body, he couldn't help covering his neck with his hands, kneeling to the ground like a mortal. Desperately trying to escape Yuanying, but inside Yuanying's neck, there are the same scars.
Blood overflowed from his fingers and landed on the yellow sand. A white flame rose up. He tried to raise his head, his beautiful face was still expressionless, and the night breeze raised white clothes and black, as if it were death itself.
With a bang, pale flames spread, enveloped the entire self-portrait, and instantly burned to ashes.
Everything was born in an instant. Before everyone else understood what was born, they saw Taishi Dong burning up, pale flames gushing out from the seven orifices, and they were frightened and frightened:
"Master!" "Master!"
Chu Danqing flew over the sand dunes out of breath, exclaiming: "No!"
Half a month ago, he came to Li Qingshan to escort him in order to enter the painting mound, only to realize that Li Qingshan is no longer in this world. He was greatly disappointed. He planned to come to Chizhou on his own, but Xiao An took the initiative because it was his promise. Promise of.
There were no words between them along the way. She was stranger than ever in the memory. What she brought to him was not attraction but fear. She couldn't even draw a portrait of her in her heart. She was completely blank and seemed to be able to swallow everything. colour.
A moment ago, she suddenly flew away, and he had an ominous premonition in his heart. He finally caught up, but happened to see this scene.
Taishi Dong holds a very high status in the hearts of the painter's disciples. Chu Danqing has copied many of his paintings. She would never be an enemy if she had no choice but to kill someone.
Xiao An grabbed back the banner of the sea of blood and spit out a hundred scrolls of strange paintings.
With another wave of his hand, all the practitioners present were drawn into a sea of blood. At the same time, raising her arms, the skull rosary rose high in the sky, flying in all directions.
The surging blood swallowed all the practitioners, and only spit out the magic weapons on them.
Those practitioners who were swept away by Taishi Dong were all pierced and killed by the skull rosary, burning into a cloud of samādhi and white bone fire, which is very dazzling in the desert at night.
So no one survived.
The desert was silent again, only the wind sighed.
I don't know when the waning moon will rise to the sky, facing the setting sun silently.
Chu Danqing stared at this scene dumbfounded, and asked angrily: "What did you do? Why did you kill them? They are not your opponents at all..."
Xiao An suddenly replied, her empty eyes stopped all the words.
Chu Danqing trembled, and suddenly there was a realization that she would really kill herself, just like killing these people, only Li Qingshan's promise that connected them!
At this moment, in the intersection of sunset and moonlight, the mirage in mid-air suddenly burst into magnificent colors, ever-changing and beautiful.
The sun and the moon are in the same glory, and the painting mound is open!
But this magnificent change never reflected in her eyes. Looking into the depths of the endless night sky, she finally said: "You should go in." (to be continued)
ps: Xiaoan reappears, Qingshan is about to return to Kyushu, said the dreamer is calling for a monthly pass!