To ignite 30% of the creatures in this world, you can basically suppress the ghost tower...

This is the result of her calculation, but once she starts doing this, the remaining 70% of the creatures will inevitably react fiercely. The Great Banyan Tree King has occupied the six states and is determined to become the god of the nine states. He will resist with all his strength, so it is better to burn it all out completely.

The body of the Great Banyan Tree King is extremely huge, with a mixed branch and root system. He is almost invincible in Jiuzhou, but it is just as restrained by the Buddha-killing Sword, so it should not be difficult to solve. With his deduction ability, he should be able to recognize this.

I hope he can do his best to win the ghost tower. Otherwise, when Qingshan comes back, he will be furious.

But even if he is angry, he must do this!

Because she could not leave until he came back.

The ancient temple in the deep mountains, the red leaves are rustling and the steps are falling.

"This is the tomb of painting!"

Chu Danqing stood in front of the temple, his heart full of amazement. When he looked back, he was shocked to find that she was standing silently behind her. Her moon-white monk's shirt was very consistent with the scenery of the ancient temple, but her expression never matched any scenery. The twisted and weird sword in her hand was even more inexplicably awkward.

"My promise to Qingshan has been completed, and you have also obtained a hundred and singular paintings from Taishi Dong. There are many dangers in this tomb, so you should quit!"

"Hehe, little brat talks big, what danger can this kind of broken place be? When you see the fake dragon and kill him a few more swords, you will know who is dangerous." Xianqi Sword Soul smiled sharply, completely breaking the quiet atmosphere around.

Chu Danqing's face changed drastically, and Xiao An's finger flicked the sword tip gently. Xianqi's sword soul stopped talking.

"The promise will be fulfilled only when you leave the tomb safely."

"Then... well!" Chu Danqing stepped on the red leaves and climbed up the stairs.

Xiao An followed closely behind. When she stepped onto the first step, the steps suddenly dispersed like clouds and smoke. The fiery red maple trees on both sides really burned, and the blazing flames rolled towards her.

Chu Danqing just saw that everything around him was actually a painting, and the flames were close to him, but he did not feel a trace of heat. Instead, his blood was faintly hot and boiling. It was very comfortable.

One step away is two worlds.

He couldn't help but stop and look back worriedly.

Xiao An stepped steadily in the void, expressionless, as if he hadn't heard it.

The sword light of Xianqiu was surrounded by twists and turns. The surrounding scenery was immediately shattered, unable to touch her a little.

Xianqi Sword is originally the master of the sword tomb. The sword way is also the way to kill. Whether it is destructive power or lethal power, it is far beyond the reach of the painting tomb.

"I don't need your protection. I beg you Xiao An, go out!"

Chu Danqing's face was bitter and bowed, but he wanted to protect the tomb. Every flower and tree here was famous paintings, but it was torn apart without any mercy, which really made him feel heartbroken.

Xiao An didn't say anything and had no intention of quitting.

The tomb stirred up, and more scenery added to the attack, but they were all shattered by the immortal sword.

"Oh, I'm afraid of you!"

Chu Danqing didn't dare to stop anymore, and ran forward desperately. Xiao An followed him slowly. The Xianqi Sword tore up all obstacles and opened up a hole.

Deep in the Zen room, flowers and trees are deep, covering the snow-white painted walls, and the ink dragons are floating and about to fly.

Chu Danqing saw it from afar, and Bai Nian shouted loudly: "Master!"

"Hehe, this old blind man, it's better to kill him!"

The immortal sword soul laughed, and Xiao An put it away. In front of this painting wall, the surrounding scenery suddenly stabilized and stopped attacking her frantically.

Chu Danqing fell to the wall before the painting. Mo Long lowered his head, as if he was staring at him, but his eyes were blank. The ink color all over his body was very light. Although Mo Hai's battle did not hurt his body, it also had a considerable impact.

He said in a deep voice: "Danqing, you are here." He raised his head and looked at Xiao An: "What do you have to say?"

"There is only one question. Will you still be enemies with us after you get out of trouble?"

Xiao An held down the Buddha-killing Sword again and saved an enemy to fulfill his promise. Li Qingshan would do that, but she would not. Besides, he would keep Chu Danqing safely from entering and leaving the tomb, even if he had fulfilled the promise.

"So this is your real purpose!"

Chu Danqing stood up, blocked the wall, and glared at her.

"Danqing, retreat." The Dragon King of the Mohai ordered majesticly.

"Yes, master!" Even though Chu Danqing was unwilling to do so, he could only push him away.

"If I say no, will you believe it?" The Dragon King of Mo Hai said.

"Fellow Daoist disdains to lie, even if it is a lie, it will count." Xiao Andu said.

"So, are you trying to force me to agree and not be enemies with you anymore?"

With a roar, a thunder broke through the sky, and layers of dark clouds gathered, and a heavy rain was coming.

Chu Danqing was extremely anxious. He knew that his master was arrogant and would never be threatened. However, under such circumstances, he would never be the opponent of this "Buddha enemy". He could not have worked hard but failed to kill the monk.

"Life and death are not a matter of force, the Dragon King chooses at will, but I still hope to avoid a battle."

"Why?"

"If I kill you, your disciple will definitely take revenge, and I will still have to kill him, but he is a friend of Qingshan. If it were not forbidden, I would not want to do so." In fact, there is another reason, paintings cannot be "eated".

The Dragon King of the Sea of ​​Ink was silent, but the dark clouds were getting thicker and thicker.

The eyes are facing each other, a pair of blankness, a pair of empty and silentness; the blankness is still heartless, empty but truly ruthless;

Since you have the will, you cannot be without concern. For example, this disciple who is ready to fight for him at any time, such as the dream of flying into the sky and traveling around the world.

Ruthlessness is almost detached. People are in the painting and their hearts are outside the painting. Those words do not even seem like threats, but are the embodiment of some kind of rule.

The Dragon King of Mo Hai sighed: "If Li Qingshan said this to me, I will fight him again no matter what!"

"Aoyama wouldn't say such things."

"I will never be enemies with you again."

Xiao An nodded slightly, waved his sword to cut through the painting tomb, and was about to leave.

"Wait, I originally wanted to give this painting to Aoyama as a thank you gift, but now I want to give it to you."

Chu Danqing looked at her deeply and handed over a scroll of painting.

Unfolding the scroll, Xiao An's expression moved slightly, like ripples brushing across the lake, and his eyes were instantly focused on the painting.

It turned out to be a portrait of Li Qingshan, standing there casually with her waist on her waist, her long black hair was scattered, and a bright and smug smile on the corner of her mouth. Although it did not contain any magic power, it was just an ordinary painting, but it poured all the energy of Chu Danqing, vivid and lifelike, as if a real person was standing in front of her.

"I hope you don't forget him!"

Xiao An came to his senses, responded randomly, threw down a bunch of paintings, and disappeared into the cracks.

Chu Danqing was stunned when he looked at the hundreds of strange paintings on the ground. These were nearly a hundred magic weapon-level scrolls, and they threw them all to him. He couldn't help but smile bitterly. Is this a clear distinction between learning Qingshan's grudges?

After breathing a deep breath, he turned to face the painting wall, and a brush was already in his hand. He put a drop of blood on the end of the pen and pointed it towards the painting wall.

The pen fell silently, and it was dotted twice.

With a bang, the painting wall shattered and the ink dragon flew.

The tomb of the painting shocked violently, and all the scenery turned into rapidly rotating colors in the kaleidoscope, gathering towards the agile dragon.

In this transition, Chu Danqing had exhausted his energy. In a dizzy turn, his body fell downward and fell straight into the desert where night fell. In the colorful mirage, a dragon shadow shuttled back and forth, and each shuttle became even bigger. At first, he could see his body, but later he could only see a scale and a half claw.

The last huge dragon head poked out from it, followed by its slender body, as if it was stained with the brilliance of a mirage, with changing colors and more texture in the ink black.

A dragon roar resounded through the desert, and the ink dragon rose into the sky. The tomb no longer existed and merged with him.

The hypocritical thing trapped in the painting can finally travel around the world like a real dragon.

Qingxiao Cave Palace, the stone gate is opened.

A moonlight shone into the hollow dark abdomen, outlining her figure.

The cave that was carefully opened up at the beginning now seems so simple.

She floated down and unfolded the scroll again, and her hand gently brushed across the portrait.

Even though he has the mystery of the red face and white bones, he still has an uninterrupted color, which makes people frown and wet their eyes.

The moon is full of light and tears are like rain.
Chapter completed!