"What a Buddha enemy!"

Master Dong was shocked and angry, feeling the desire for death that he had not felt for many years. The blue tile robe on his body suddenly swelled up, and the color of ice appeared, resisting the Buddha-killing Sword.

It turns out that a long gown is a scroll painting of thousands of years of ice and thousands of years of frozen soil.

Xiao An's sword turned, the ice was broken, and his clothes were cracked!

Tai Shi Dong retreated in embarrassment, shocked. His "Han Xuan Painting Clothes" was a defensive treasure, and he could not resist her sword! But he finally bought some time and suddenly spread his arms and shouted loudly: "Hundred paintings and all things!"

Swish!

The hundreds of scrolls of paintings are unfolded together, including landscape characters, flowers, birds, fish and insects, as well as evil ghosts in hell and wonderful realms in heaven. Each painting has its own magical uses, either as a powerful existence of three heavenly tribulations, or as a powerful technique of ice, fire and thunder, which changes and intertwine into thousands of colors and colors.

And the combination of hundreds of paintings can create their own fields and encompasses everything.

His power alone is worth dozens of great monks. The Grand Master is the leader of the Three Dukes, and it is definitely not a false reputation!

The hundred strange paintings had just unfolded, and with a brush of blood, they all disappeared and fell into a long blood-colored banner.

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

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

A string of skeleton beads flew out from their white wrists, turning into skulls and biting Tai Shi Dong's whole body. His sharp teeth quickly tore the body's protection qi apart, and then biting the flesh and blood.

But what is strange is that no matter how the skeleton demon bites it, the wounds on Master Dong’s body can always heal quickly, and without a drop of blood flowing out, the Samadhi White Bone Fire cannot ignite it. It seems that what is here is just a portrait of a puppet without flesh and blood.

Master Dong allowed the bone demon to bite him and looked at Xiao An coldly.

At this moment, in the distant Longzhou, a self-portrait of Tai Shi Dong was hanging in the deepest part of the Tai Shi Mansion. It was the same figure and expression. Wherever the skeleton demon bites, the portrait will be damaged.

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

The soul of the painting is immortal, the substitute is not dead. The body will not be harmed, and it is immune to many special attacks. Whether it is the Vinaya Rule or the Samadhi White Bone Fire, they are restrained.

The weakest part of the painter is himself. Even if he can control many powerful scrolls, if he is defeated, everything will become empty, so he created such a magical magic. When the enemy wants to win by assassination, he will hit the iron plate and fall into the siege.

"A mere magic weapon, I want to trap my hundreds of strange paintings. The Buddha's enemy, I will definitely let you fall here today!"

Master Dong urged a hundred strange paintings, stirring up colorful colors on the Blood Sea Banner, and was about to break through.

Xiao An put aside the Blood Sea Banner, held the hilt of the sword with both hands, and a pair of barefoots that were almost transparent. He stepped on the yellow sand gently, but left no traces, and waved his sword again.

This sword is like an antelope hanging on its horns. There is no trace of sight, as if it is with the heaven and earth, without a trace of sharpness.

Master Dong frowned. The swordsmanship of this Buddha enemy was simply incredible. All kinds of methods could make it powerful and weird. No wonder he could create such a huge evil in Mingzhu City. If it weren't for the soul-painting substitute, I was afraid that he would capsize in the gutter today.

But when he met his empty eyes, he suddenly felt a great horror that could not be described in words. There must be something wrong! It was too late to retreat and be eaten by the skeleton demon.

The sword edge struck his neck, and a wisp of blood splashed, igniting into samadhi white bone fire in the air.

A hole suddenly broke in the portrait of the Grand Master’s Mansion. No matter how the skeleton demon bit it, the only one that was broken was the picture, but this hole cut the drawing paper and fell on his neck.

"How is this possible?!"

Master Dong widened his eyes, filled with disbelief, and despaired his whole body. He couldn't help but cover his neck with both hands, kneeling on the ground like a mortal. He tried desperately to escape from the Nascent Soul, but there were the same scars on the Nascent Soul's neck in his body.

Blood overflowed from his fingers and fell on the yellow sand. A white flame rose. He tried hard to raise his head, and his beautiful face was still expressionless. 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 instantly ignited into ashes.

Everything happened in a blink of an eye. Before anyone else could figure out what was going on, he saw Master Dong burning, and pale flames gushing out from his seven orifices. He was frightened:

"Master!" "Trial Master!"

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

Half a month ago, in order to enter the tomb, he came to Li Qingshan to protect him, and realized that Li Qingshan was no longer in this world. He was disappointed. He originally planned to come to Chizhou to make a breakthrough, but Xiao An took the initiative to take on the matter because it was his promise.

There was no word between them along the way, she was even more unfamiliar than at any time in her memory. What her stunning face brought him was not attraction but fear, and she could not even outline a portrait for her in her heart. It was in vain and seemed to be able to swallow all colors.

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

Taishi Dong has a very high status in the hearts of painters and disciples. Chu Danqing has also copied many of his paintings. If it were not forbidden, he would never be willing to be enemies with them. Unexpectedly, she had already killed someone.

Xiao An grabbed the blood sea banner and spit out a hundred strange paintings. The ownerless thing fell to the ground in dejection.

With a wave of his hand, he swept all the practitioners present into the sea of ​​blood. At the same time, he raised his white wrists, and the skeleton rosary rose to the sky and flew to all directions.

The surging sea of ​​blood swallowed all the practitioners and spit out only the magic weapons and magic weapons on them.

Those practitioners who were scattered by Master Dong were all killed by the skeleton rosary beads, ignited into samadhi white bone fire, which was very dazzling in the desert where night was approaching.

So no one survived.

The desert returned to silence, but the wind was sighing.

A waning moon rises to the sky at some point, facing the sunset silently.

Chu Danqing looked at the scene in amazement and asked angrily: "What have you done? Why did you kill them? They are not your opponents at all..."

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

Chu Danqing was trembling and suddenly realized that she could really kill herself, just like killing these people. All she connected was Li Qingshan's promise!

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

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

But this magnificent change never came into her eyes. She looked into the depths of the endless night sky and finally said: "You should go in." (To be continued)
Chapter completed!