Legend of the Great Sage

"What a Buddha enemy!"

Master Dong was filled with shock and anger. He felt a sense of death that he had not felt for many years. The blue robe on his body suddenly swelled up, showing the color of ice, and resisted the Buddha-killing sword.

It turns out that a long gown is like a painting, depicting thousands of years of ice and ten thousand years of frozen soil.

When Xiao An turned his sword, the ice shattered and his clothes torn!

Grand Master Dong retreated in embarrassment and was horrified. His "Han Xuan Painting Clothes" was a defensive treasure, but it could not withstand her sword! But he finally bought some time, suddenly spread his arms, and shouted loudly: "A hundred paintings and a thousand things!"

Uh-huh!

Hundreds of scrolls are unfolded together, including landscapes, figures, flowers, birds, fish and insects, as well as evil spirits from hell and wonderful realms in heaven. Each painting has its own magical function. It may represent the powerful existence of the three heavenly tribulations, or it may derive the power of ice, fire and thunder. Spells, changing and interweaving into thousands of colors, all kinds of colors.

And when a hundred paintings are integrated into one, they can form a field of their own, encompassing everything.

His single power is equivalent to that of dozens of great monks joining forces. The Grand Master is the head of the three masters, and his reputation is definitely not in vain!

The hundred volumes of strange paintings had just been unfolded, and with a flash of blood, they all disappeared and fell into a long bloody banner.

"Space magic weapon!" Master Dong's expression changed.

Xiao An held a sword in his right hand and a flag in his left hand. His face was still expressionless, as if he had expected everything.

A string of skull beads flew out from Hao's wrist, turning into skulls and biting Grand Master Dong's body from top to bottom. His fangs and sharp teeth quickly tore apart the body's true energy, and then bit the flesh.

But the strange thing is that no matter how much the Skeleton Demon bites, the wounds on Taishi Dong's body can always heal quickly without a drop of blood flowing out, and the Samadhi White Bone Fire cannot ignite it, as if what is here is just a puppet portrait without flesh and blood.

Master Dong allowed himself to be bitten by the bone demon and stared at Xiao An coldly.

At this moment in the distant Longzhou, a self-portrait of Grand Master Dong hangs in the deepest part of the Grand Master's Mansion. It has exactly the same posture and expression. Wherever the Skeleton Demon bites, the portrait is damaged.

This is the painter's supreme skill - the substitute for the painting soul!

If the painting soul is immortal and the substitute is immortal, the main body will not be harmed. At the same time, it is immune to many special attacks. Both the Vinaya Law Order and the Samadhi White Bone Fire are restrained.

The weakest link of the painter is himself. Even though he can control many powerful paintings, if he is defeated, everything will be in vain, so he created such magical spells. When the enemy wants to win by assassination, he will hit the iron plate life and death, but will fall into a tight siege.

"It's just a magic weapon, but it also wants to trap my hundred volumes of wonderful paintings. Buddha enemy, I will make you fall here today!"

Grand Master Dong mobilized hundreds of volumes of strange paintings to stir up colorful colors on the Blood Sea Flag, and he was about to break through.

Xiao An put down the Blood Sea Flag, held the hilt of the sword with both hands, and stepped lightly on the yellow sand with a pair of bare feet that were white and almost transparent, leaving no trace behind, and swung the sword again.

This sword is like an antelope hanging its horns. There is no trace of it. It seems to be with the heaven and the earth, without any sharpness.

Grand Master Dong frowned. This Buddha's enemy's swordsmanship was simply unbelievably strong. All kinds of methods could make him powerful and strange. No wonder he could cause such a heinous evil in Pearl City. If it weren't for the painting soul substitute, I'm afraid the boat would capsize in the gutter today.

But when he looked into those empty eyes, he suddenly felt a great terror that could not be described in words. There must be something wrong! If he tried to retreat again, it would be too late to be devoured by the Skeleton Demon.

The sword edge scratched his neck, and a wisp of blood spattered, burning into samadhi white bone fire in mid-air.

The self-portrait in the Grand Master's residence suddenly cracked open. No matter how much the Skeleton Demon bit it, the only thing that was damaged was the portrait, but this cut cut through the paper and landed on his neck.

"How can this be?!"

Master Dong's eyes widened, filled with disbelief, and deathly silence swallowed his whole body. He couldn't help covering his neck with his hands, and fell to his knees like a mortal.

He desperately tried to escape from the Yuanying, but there were the same scars on the neck of the Yuanying inside him.

Blood overflowed from his fingers, fell on the yellow sand, and a white flame rose. He tried to raise his head, his beautiful face was still expressionless, and the night wind raised his white clothes and black hair, as if it was death itself.

With a bang, the pale flame spread, covering the entire self-portrait, and burned into ashes in an instant.

Everything happened in an instant. Before anyone else could figure out what was happening, they saw Master Dong burning up, with pale flames spurting out from the seven orifices, and they were filled with fear:

"Master!" "Master!"

Chu Danqing flew over the sand dunes panting and exclaimed: "No!"

Half a month ago, he came to Li Qingshan to escort him into the painting tomb, only to find out that Li Qingshan was no longer in this world. He was greatly disappointed. He planned to come to Chizhou by himself, but Xiao An took the initiative to take over the matter because it was his promise. Promise of.

There was not a word between them along the way. She was stranger than ever in his memory. Her stunning face brought him fear instead of attraction. He couldn't even draw a picture of her in his heart. It was all blank and seemed to be able to swallow everything. color.

A moment ago, she suddenly accelerated and flew away, and he had an ominous premonition in his heart. He finally caught up and saw this scene.

Master Dong's status in the hearts of the painter's disciples was very high, and Chu Danqing had copied many of his paintings. Unless absolutely necessary, he would never be his enemy. Unexpectedly, she had already killed someone.

Xiao An grabbed the Blood Sea Flag and spit out hundreds of strange paintings. The ownerless thing fell to the ground slumped.

With another wave of his hand, all practitioners present were involved in a sea of ​​blood. At the same time, he raised his bright wrist, and the skull beads rose into the sky, flying in all directions.

The torrential sea of ​​blood swallowed up all the practitioners, spitting out only the magic weapons and weapons on their bodies.

Those practitioners who were dispersed by Master Dong were all pierced and killed by the skull rosary, burning into balls of samadhi white bone fire, which was very dazzling in the desert at nightfall.

So no one survived.

The desert returned to silence, except for the howling wind.

A waning moon rises into the sky at some unknown time, silently facing the setting sun.

Chu Danqing stared at this scene dumbfounded and asked angrily: "What have you done? Why did you kill them? They are no match for you at all..."

Xiao An suddenly looked back, his empty eyes stopping all words.

Chu Danqing's heart trembled, and suddenly she had a clear understanding that she would really kill herself, just like killing these people. What connected them was just Li Qingshan's promise!

At this moment, in the intersection of sunset and moonlight, the mirage in mid-air suddenly burst out with magnificent colors, ever-changing and magnificent.

The sun and the moon shine together, and the painted tomb is opened!

But none of this magnificent change was reflected in her eyes. Looking into the depths of the endless night sky, she finally said: "It's time for you to go in." R1152