Legend of the Great Sage

Kyushu World

The rolling sand dunes are illuminated bright red by the setting sun and stretch to the end of the world, making people understand why this place is called Chizhou.

A mirage suddenly appeared in the sky over the desert. It was obviously only black and white, but it transformed into a magnificent picture. It gives people the feeling that the whole world is within it.

This desolate and silent place now has nearly a thousand practitioners gathered together, from weak Qi Refiners to powerful Golden Elixir monks. They all look up at the mirage in the sky and carefully guard against each other.

Not long ago, news spread that the painting tomb was about to be opened, and it also contained the exact time and location. It caused a stir among the painter disciples all over the world, and they rushed to this desolate desert.

There are also some practitioners who are not painters who also want to try their luck. The Five Jue Tombs value opportunities more, and they might be able to sneak into the Painting Tombs. Even if they take one or two magic weapons, it is still worthwhile.

But precisely because this matter was widely circulated, no one dared to take advantage of it easily. Generally speaking, it was peaceful. As for the moment when the tomb was actually opened, it was unknown whether there would be a bloody battle.

Windy sand suddenly rose from the desert, and the fine gravel was like a fiery red mist, blurring the mirage in the sky.

A terrifying evil spirit enveloped the desert in an instant. The practitioners looked back in fear. Suddenly, a hunchbacked old man appeared on the sand dunes in the east, watching them indifferently.

"White Camel Sand King!" Someone immediately called out the old man's identity, causing even greater panic.

"Leave the desert." The White Camel Sand King's voice was low and hoarse, as ruthless as the desert.

Someone tried to intercede: "Senior, this is related to the inheritance of our painters. Please wait for some time. When the tomb is opened, we will leave!"

"Get out of the desert!"

The wind and sand became more and more violent, covering the sky and the sun.

The sand dunes were squirming, as if they had turned into giants, about to stand up and crush the fool who dared to wake up his sweet dream.

The practitioners were horrified. The demon king was definitely not something they could contend with.

However, the mirage in the sky, even though it is obscured by the wind and sand, is getting clearer and clearer, as if it is very close at hand.

The painted tomb will be opened soon.

Just when he didn't know whether to retreat, a clear dragon roar resounded throughout the world.

"Another demon king is here?" The practitioners were even more desperate.

The White Camel Sand King slowly raised his head, and an ink-colored swimming dragon fell from the sky and landed under the mirage.

"Fellow Taoist Baituo, they didn't mean to offend, so why do you bully the small ones?"

An old man with a rosy complexion and a slightly chubby body shook his hands and unfolded a scroll, and the dragon returned to the painting, still wandering around.

It turns out that this wandering dragon with the power of a demon king is just a painting, which reminds people of the Mohai Dragon King back then.

So what kind of person could be in charge of such a painting?

"Master Dong!" The practitioners were surprised. They didn't expect that the opening of the tomb would attract this person. Yes, how could he not know about such a big thing!

The Grand Master is one of the three princes and has a very high status in the Great Xia Imperial Court in Longzhou. Ordinary great monks are not qualified to hold the position. They must be at the top of this world.

The grand master of this generation is the old man surnamed Dong, who is also a painter. He claims to have a collection of "hundred volumes of wonderful paintings", each volume has amazing power, and the "Wandering Dragon Picture" just now is just one of them. That’s all.

Just as the Buddhist and Taoist families respect the masters of the left and right, so the disciples of painters all over the world respect the Grand Master Dong.

The White Camel Sand King said nothing, only the wind and sand howled, and the sand dunes surged towards the practitioners like waves.

Grand Master Dong smiled slightly, stretched out his hand and unfolded another scroll. The ink marks in the painting were dripping, and the bamboo forest was fluttering, but they were all bent down deeply. In the painting, a breeze comes slowly, resisting the wind and sand in the sky.

The sand dunes were blown away.

This painting is called "Bamboo Wind Picture". It's not bamboo, but wind!

The White Camel Sand King suddenly turned around, looked at the end of the world, frowned deeply, then turned away from the windy sand in the sky, turned around and walked down the sand dune.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief and admired Master Dong's methods. Even the White Camel Sand King was able to force him back.

Behind Taishi Dong were several young men and women, all of whom had a noble aura. At this time, they all praised:

"Master is really powerful. He can control the wind and sand with the cool breeze. The White Camel Sand King has no choice but to retreat."

"The master is a dignified grand master. Being an enemy of the master is an enemy of Daxia. He will not retreat until the master takes action. The temperament of this White Camel Sand King is really stubborn, just like the legend."

As for the others, they were not even qualified to praise him, so they came forward and thanked him with careful expressions on their faces.

Grand Master Dong gently stroked his long beard and said humbly: "We are all granted the title of Da Xia. We can be regarded as ministers of the same dynasty. Our status is also very different. He is just giving me face."

"Master is in the center of Longzhou. The White Camel Sand King is just a demon king. I heard that he is also colluding with the rebellious Big Banyan Tree King. How can they be compared?" said an arrogant young man. He has survived two natural disasters and has since Have the capital to be proud of.

"Don't talk nonsense! After all, this is someone else's territory. If you piss him off, it won't do anyone any good."

Master Dong scolded him a few words, but the smile on his face did not disappear.

At this time, the mirage in the sky became clearer and clearer. Landscape figures, flowers, birds, fish and insects emerged from the ink. It was a wonderful technique for painters. Even Grand Master Dong was amazed when he saw it. The Five Ultimate Immortal was really a stunningly talented and beautiful figure. He was able to interpret the Tao of painting to such an extent. If he could enter and have a closer look, it would be of great benefit to his practice.

"Master, the tomb is about to be opened. What are these people going to do?" The arrogant young man pointed casually, with a look of disgust on his face, as if he was looking at a group of ignorant mangy dogs.

"Grand Master, let's retreat now!" The wise man said quickly.

"The opening of the tomb is a grand event for us painters. Everyone has come from thousands of miles away. How can I just drive everyone back? Whether you can enter the tomb depends on your own chance. It does not depend on your superiority or strength. You might as well Wait a moment. But those who are not painters should leave!"

Master Dong waved his hand, and nearly a hundred practitioners quickly dispersed, leaving behind all the painter disciples. They praised Master Dong's magnanimity and only hoped that they could be the lucky one to enter the painting tomb.

Master Dong smiled slightly. Not many people knew that he was the one who spread the news. His purpose was to gather painter disciples and prepare to build a large sect similar to Lingguo Temple, which could be the head of a family as well as a sect. .

With the world in such turmoil, the Great Xia Dynasty was on the verge of collapse, and the position of a single Grand Master no longer seemed secure enough.

And when the tomb is opened, who can compete with him?

In order to get this news from Prince Si Qing, he sacrificed a volume of strange paintings and would not allow others to get their hands on it. However, Chu Danqing, who was pregnant with the blue-blooded painting, didn't come. I guess he didn't dare to come without the support of that monster Li Qingshan!

While he was thinking about it, his eyes focused, and he saw a white figure standing 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 with long hair that reached the ground. Even though the face is expressionless, it is stunning, but it is inlaid with a pair of terrifying eyes.

If the White Camel Sand King is like this desert, there is still vitality and hope under the indifferent appearance. Countless creatures survive in the desert, and underground rivers surge under the sand dunes, ready to turn into an oasis at any time. He has also served as a guide countless times, giving people hope in the storm.

There was emptiness in her eyes. Not to mention this desert, even the realm of hungry ghosts where only the dead existed, seemed too noisy in her eyes. There were too many meaningless greed, resentment, and hope. She would use great mercy to bring great destruction. .

Master Dong didn't know when she arrived. Even though he saw her with his own eyes, he couldn't feel any breath, but he suddenly remembered a term - Buddha's Enemy!

His expression changed drastically, and he suddenly understood why White Camel Sand King had retreated. But he was absolutely unwilling to retreat and said, "Fellow Taoist..."

Before she finished speaking, her figure disappeared, and a voice without sadness or joy rang in her ears: "Four-quarter rhythm. Precepts."

Grand Master Dong suddenly felt unable to move, and it was difficult to use his magic power, but that stunning face was already close at hand, and the bone-white sword pointed straight into his chest.

The White Camel Sand King at least warned, but she started killing without hesitation. R1152