Kyushu World

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

A mirage suddenly appeared above the desert. Although there were only two colors of black and white, it changed into a magnificent picture, giving people a feeling that the world is full of them.

This deserted dead and silent land gathered nearly a thousand practitioners, from weak Qi Refiners to powerful Jindan monks, they all looked up at the mirage in the sky and were careful to guard against each other.

Not long ago, the news that the tomb was about to open spread, including the exact time and place, triggering a storm among the disciples of painters all over the world, and they rushed to this deserted desert one after another.

There are also some practitioners who are not painters who also want to try their luck. The Five Great Tombs of the Great Tombs are more concerned about opportunities and may be able to get into the tombs. Even if you get one or two magic weapons, it is worth it.

But it is precisely because of this incident that no one dares to attack easily, and it is generally peaceful. As for the moment when the tomb is truly opened, it is unknown whether there will be a bloody battle.

Suddenly, wind and sand rose from the desert, and the fine sand and gravel were like a fiery red fog, blurring the mirage in the air.

A terrifying demonic aura instantly enveloped the desert. The practitioners looked back in fear. A hunchbacked old man suddenly appeared on the sand dunes in the east, staring at them indifferently.

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

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

Someone tried to plead: "Senior, this is related to the inheritance of our painters. Please extend the time. After 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, and were about to stand up and crush the fool who dared to wake up his beautiful dream.

The practitioners were shocked, and the demon king was definitely not something they could compete with.

However, the mirage in the sky is becoming clearer and clearer even though it is covered by wind and sand.

The tomb is about to open.

Just when I was wondering whether I was going to retreat, a clear dragon roar resounded throughout the world.

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

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

"Fellow Taoist Baituo. They did not intend to offend them, so why do you bully the small ones for the big ones?"

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

It turns out that this Yulong, who has the power of a demon king, is just a painting, which reminds people of the Dragon King of the Sea of ​​Ink.

Then what kind of existence should a person who can hold such a painting?

"Teacher Dong!" The practitioners were surprised and unexpectedly, but the opening of the tomb attracted this person. Yes. How could he not know about such a big thing!

The Grand Master is one of the three Dukes and has a very high status in the Daxia imperial court of Longzhou, and ordinary monks are not qualified to serve. They must be an existence at the top of this world.

The Taishi of this generation is the old man surnamed Dong. He was also a painter and claimed to have a collection of "hundred volumes of strange paintings". Each volume has amazing power. The "Dragon Traveling" just now is just one of them.

Just as the two Buddhist and Taoist schools regard the national masters as respected, the disciples of painters all over the world regard this Master Dong as respected.

The White Camel Sha King said nothing. Only the wind and sand shouted, and the sand dunes were like waves, rushing towards the practitioners.

Master Dong smiled slightly, reached out and unfolded a scroll again. The ink marks in the painting were dripping, and the bamboo forest was slanted, but they all bent down deeply. A breeze in the painting came gently, resisting the wind and sand in the sky, and blew away the sand dunes.

This painting is called "Bamboo Wind Picture", which is not bamboo, but wind!

The White Camel Sand King suddenly turned around and looked at the end of the world. He frowned deeply, so he closed the wind and 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 more. Even the White Camel Sha King could force him to retreat.

There were several young men and women following him, all of whom were full of noble spirit, and they all praised him at this time:

"The master is really amazing. He uses the breeze to control the wind and sand. The White Camel Sand King has no choice but to retreat."

"The master is a dignified grand master. He is an enemy of Daxia. He must take action before he can retreat. The white Camel Sha King is really stubborn, just like the legend."

As for the others, they didn't even have the qualifications to praise them. They came forward to thank them and asked with caution on their faces.

Taishi Dong gently stroked his long beard and said humbly: "We are all granted by Daxia, and we can be regarded as ministers of the same dynasty, and the status is different as if he is just selling my face."

"The master is in the center of Longzhou. The White Camel Sha King is just a demon king. I heard that he has colluded with the rebellious Big Banyan Tree King, how can he be compared?" said a proud young man. He had already survived the second heavenly tribulation and had his own capital for pride.

"Don't talk nonsense! This is someone else's territory after all, and it will be no good for everyone to annoy him."

Master Dong scolded him a few words, but his smile did not stop.

At this time, the mirage in the sky became clearer and clearer, and landscape characters, flowers, birds, fish and insects evolved from the ink color. It was the masterpiece of the painter. Even Master Dong was amazed when he saw it. The Five Awesome Immortal was really a stunning figure. He could interpret the painting to such a level. If he could get into it, it would definitely be of great benefit to his practice.

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

"Taoshi, let's retreat!" said the tactful person 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 rush everyone back like this? Whether you can enter the tomb depends on your own opportunities. It is not about the superiority, the strength and weakness. You might as well wait. But those who are not painters should leave!"

Master Dong waved his hand, and nearly a hundred practitioners quickly dispersed, leaving behind all the painters' disciples. He praised Master Dong for his magnanimity and only hoped that he could become the lucky one to enter the tomb.

Master Dong smiled slightly, and few people knew that the news was spread by him, and the purpose was to gather painter disciples and prepare to establish a sect similar to Lingguo Temple, which can be both the head of each family and the head of a sect.

With such turmoil in the world, the Great Xia Dynasty was shaking, and the position of Taishi alone seemed not reliable enough.

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

In order to get this news from Prince Si Qing, he sacrificed a strange painting and would never allow others to touch it. However, Chu Danqing, who was covered in blood, did not come. I think it was because he did not dare to come without the support of Li Qingshan!

As he was thinking, his eyes were fixed, and a white figure stood on the sand dune where the White Camel Sand King left. A moon-white monk robe fluttered with the evening breeze, but it also had long hair on the ground. His stunning face, even though his expressionless face was amazing, it was inlaid with a pair of terrible eyes.

If the White Camel Sand King is like this desert, there is still vitality and hope under its indifferent appearance. Countless creatures survive in the desert, and the dark river surging 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.

But there was a silence in her eyes. Not to mention this desert, even the hungry ghost realm where only the dead existed, it seemed too noisy in her eyes, with too much unnecessary greed, resentment, and hope, and would be greatly destroyed with great compassion.

Master Dong didn’t know when she came. Even if she watched it with her own eyes, she couldn’t feel any breath, but suddenly remembered a noun - Buddha enemy!

His face changed drastically, and he immediately understood why Bai Tuosha King retreated. But he was absolutely unwilling to let him retreat just now and said, "Fellow Taoist, are..."

Before she finished speaking, her figure disappeared, and a sound without sorrow or joy sounded in her ears: "."

Master Dong suddenly felt that he could not move and his magic power was difficult to operate. However, his stunning face was close at hand, and the bone white sword tip pierced his chest.
Chapter completed!