If you ignite 30% of the creatures in this world, you can basically suppress the ghost tower...
This is the result of her calculations, but once she starts to do this, the remaining 70% of the creatures will inevitably react fiercely. The big banyan tree king has occupied the land of the six states, and he wants to become the god of Kyushu, so he will resist with all his strength. It's better to burn it out completely. www.
The big banyan tree king's body is huge and unmatched, and the branch roots are intricately intertwined. It is almost invincible in Kyushu, but it happens to be restrained by the Buddha Sword. It should not be difficult to solve. With his deduction ability, he should also be able to realize this.
I hope he can go all out to win the ghost tower. Otherwise, when Qingshan comes back, he must have a big thunder.
But even if he is angry, he must do it!
Because she couldn't leave before he came back.
The ancient temple in the deep mountains, the red leaves are dazzling, and the steps are full.
"This is the painting mound!"
Standing in front of the monastery, Chu Danqing was full of exclamation, and suddenly he realized that she was standing silently behind her, wearing a moon white monk's clothes that matched the scenery of the ancient temple, but her expression never matched any scenery. The twisted and weird long sword is even more inexplicable.
"My promise with Qingshan has been fulfilled, and you have also received Taishi Dong's hundred-volume paintings. There are many dangers in this painting mound. You should quit!"
"Jiejie, the kid is talking big, what is dangerous in such a broken place, wait until you see the fake dragon, and then cut him a few swords, you will know who is dangerous." Xian Qijian soul gave a sharp and weird smile. , Completely break the quiet atmosphere around.
Chu Danqing's face changed drastically, and Xiao An's fingers lightly flicked on the blade. The soul of the sword suddenly stopped speaking.
"When you leave the painting mound safely, the promise will be considered complete."
"That... Okay!" Chu Danqing stepped on the red leaves, climbing up the level.
Xiao An followed closely. When she stepped on the first step, the steps suddenly spread out like clouds of smoke, and the red maple trees on both sides leaped to the ground, really burning, and raging flames rolled towards her.
Chu Danqing just saw that everything around was paintings, and the flames were close at hand to him, but he never felt the slightest heat. On the contrary, the blood is faintly boiling. very comfortable.
One step away is the dual world.
He couldn't help stopping, looking back worriedly.
Xiao An steady stepped in the void, expressionless, as if he hadn't heard of it. "*Yan*love*first*post"
Xian Qi Jianguang surrounded by twists and turns. The surrounding scenery shattered immediately. Can't touch her at all.
Xian Qijian is the master of the sword mound. Kendo is also a way of killing and cutting. Whether it is destructive power or lethality, it is far beyond what painting mounds can compare.
"I don't need your protection. I beg you Xiaoan, you go out!"
Chu Danqing had a bitter face, and he held his hands to protect the painting mound. The flowers and trees here are all famous paintings, and they were torn to pieces so ruthlessly, which really made him a drop of blood.
Xiao An didn't say a word, and didn't mean to quit.
The painting mound was agitated, and more sceneries joined the attack, but they were all shattered by the immortal abandoned sword.
"Oh, I'm afraid of you!"
Chu Danqing didn't dare to stay any longer, rushed forward desperately, Xiao An followed behind him unhurriedly, Xian Zijian tore up all obstacles and made a hole in life.
In the depths of the Zen room, the flowers and trees are deep, concealing the snow-white painting wall, and the Molong is about to fly.
Chu Danqing saw from a distance, and a hundred years ago shouted: "Master!"
"Jiejie, this old blind man, it's better to kill him!"
Xian Qijian Soul laughed strangely, and Xiao An put it away. In front of this painting wall, the surrounding scenery suddenly stabilized and no longer attacked her frantically.
Chu Danqing bowed down in front of the painted wall, Mo Long lowered his head, as if watching him, but there was nothing but blankness in his eyes. The ink color all over his body is very light. Although Mo Hai's battle did not hurt his body, it also caused a lot of impact.
Shen said: "Dan Qing, you are here." He raised his head and looked at Xiao An: "What do you want to say?"
"There is only one question, will you still be our enemy after you get out of trouble?"
Xiao'an held the Sword of Killing the Buddha again and saved an enemy in order to fulfill the promise. Li Qingshan would do that, but she would not. Besides, if Chu Danqing can get in and out of the painting mound safely, even if he has fulfilled his promise.
"It turns out that this is your real purpose!"
Chu Danqing stood up, stood in front of the painted wall, glaring at her.
"Danqing, retreat." Mohai Dragon King commanded majesticly.
"Yes, Master!" Even though Chu Danqing was unwilling, he could only push aside.
"If I say no, do you believe it?". Mohai Dragon King Road.
"Friends of Daoist disdain to lie, even if it is a lie, it will count." Xiao An said.
"That said, you want to force me to agree and stop being an enemy of you?"
With a bang, a thunderstorm pierced the sky, layers of dark clouds gathered together, and a torrential rain was about to come.
Chu Danqing was extremely anxious, knowing that the master was arrogant and would never be threatened by others, but under such circumstances, he would never be the opponent of this "foe enemy".
"Life and death are mundane matters, it's hard to say that they are forced, the Dragon King chooses at will, but I still hope to avoid a battle."
"why?"
"If I kill you, your disciple will definitely have revenge, and I have to kill him, but he is a friend of Qingshan, if it is a last resort, I don't want to do that." In fact, there is another reason that painting cannot be "eaten".
The Mohai Dragon King was silent for a while, only the dark clouds accumulating thicker and thicker.
The eyes are facing each other, one pair is blank, the other pair is emptiness; the blankness is still intentional, but emptiness is really ruthless;
Since you have the heart, you can't be without concern, such as this disciple who is always ready to work hard for him, such as the dream of flying in the sky and traveling around the world.
Ruthlessness is almost detached. People are in the painting and the heart is outside the painting. Those words are not even threatening, but the embodiment of certain rules.
Mohai Dragon King sighed: "If Li Qingshan said this to me, I will fight him again anyway!"
"Qingshan would not say such a thing."
"I will never be your enemy again."
Xiao An nodded slightly, slashing through the painting mound with a sword, and was about to leave.
"Wait, I originally wanted to give this painting to Qingshan as a gift, but now I want to forward it to you."
Chu Danqing looked at her deeply and handed over a scroll of paintings.
Unfolding the picture scroll, Xiao An's expression moved slightly, as if ripples across the lake, and her eyes focused on the painting.
It turned out to be a portrait of Li Qingshan, standing there casually, with a long black drape, and a bright and proud smile at the corner of his mouth. Although it does not contain any mana, it is just an ordinary painting, but Chu Danqing devoted all his energy to it, vivid and lifelike, as if a real person was standing in front of it.
"I hope you don't forget him!"
Xiao An recovered, and replied indiscriminately, then dropped a pile of scrolls, and disappeared into the cracks.
Chu Danqing stared at the hundred-scroll paintings on the ground and was stunned. These were nearly a hundred magic-weapon-level paintings. They were all thrown to him, and he couldn't help laughing. Is this a clear-cut grievance from studying Qingshan
He sighed deeply and turned to face the painting wall with a paintbrush in his hand. Pour a drop of hard work into the end of the pen and point it towards the wall.
The pen fell silently, and I clicked twice.
With a bang, the wall was shattered and Molong flew up.
The painting mound shook violently, and all the sceneries turned into sharply rotating colors in the kaleidoscope, converging towards the scaring dragon.
During this time, Chu Danqing had exhausted his energy. In the midst of spinning around, his figure fell down and landed directly on the big desert as the night fell. I saw a dragon's shadow shuttle back and forth in the ever-changing and colorful mirage. It became even bigger with one shuttle, and the body could be seen at first, but later only a scale and a half of claws were seen.
The last big dragon head protruded from it, followed by a slender body, which seemed to be immersed in the brilliance of a mirage, with changing colors in the black and more texture.
A dragon chant resounded across the desert, Molong rose into the sky, and the painting mound no longer existed and merged with him.
The hypocritical thing trapped in the painting can finally travel around the world like a real dragon.
Qingxiaodongfu, Shimen opened.
A moonlight shines into the hollow and dark belly of the mountain and outlines her figure.
The cave house that was carefully developed at the beginning, now looks so simple.
She floated down, unfolded the scroll again, and gently brushed the portrait with her hand.
In spite of the mystery of Zhu Yan and white bones, there is still an impenetrable hue, which makes people frown and wet their eyes.
Moonlight is shining, tears are like rain.
How can you forget him? (To be continued...)