This six impermanences are like a mother or some other family authority. When the child stole something, she did not scold him, but repeatedly and patiently asked him if he had done it and whether he was willing to admit his mistake. It's a pity that the child is not repentant, and he is still stubborn when he does it. She was sincerely disappointed by such a performance.

"You...... Are you really not afraid of me? Ruyue-kun stared at him, her face slightly sideways.

"Why are the deities afraid of you!"

"In that case, I don't have much more to say."

Ruyuejun's tone was abruptly cold and sharp, and the abruptness reminded people of the difference between Fang Cai's metaphor and the facts.

- At least the mother doesn't really hurt her child.

Ruyuejun sighed.

Suddenly, she took out a scroll from her bosom. The painting is not too big, but it is inevitably a little wrinkled when it is carried so closely. She hid it well and didn't take it away. Bai Ya had a premonition in his heart. But before he could react, Ruyuejun grabbed the side and shook the painting forward, and the canvas was completely unfolded, smooth as new.

It is like the dignity of the incense god Qianminpo.

"That's—that's—impossible!" Xiangshen was shocked, "That painting is obviously in ......"

"In your hands?" Ruyuejun asked rhetorically, "When did I say that I only drew one?" ”

Gandharo narrowed her eyes slightly, slowly put one hand back to the side of the throne, and clenched the pen with the other. It was obvious that he was a little nervous, and now he was trying to calm himself down.

"There's no way you're going to turn the tiger away from the mountain right in front of my eyes." He looked at the painting below, "On that painting, it is impossible to use my blood. And you can't threaten me with an ordinary painting. ”

"So, the real thing can threaten you?" Jun Aoyan also showed a mocking look.

Bai Ya said indifferently: "You should know very well whether the one in her hand can threaten you, right?" After all, if something is really stained with your blood, you should have discovered the clues of penmanship a long time ago, so why wait until you get Yun Ghost to be convinced. It's not like to say that it was surprising that you really dared to let the Six Realms of Impermanence get your blood at the beginning. It seems that she is well disguised, and even the eyes of the 'gods' can be deceived. And...... You're too conceited. ”

"Give it to me." Xiangshen's voice became even more severe, "Otherwise, I'll break your pen!" ”

"You know, the cloud ghost is the crystallization and condensation of countless souls. Indeed, if you destroy it, you will not find such a branch in the world. But...... Can you withstand the wrath of these thousands of souls? ”

Ruyuejun's tone was terrifyingly calm, as if she really didn't care about the survival of that pen.

The incense god suddenly let out an inhuman roar. All of a sudden, all the musicians turned into paper figures flocked to the top. Whether it is a fresco-like beauty or a strange and terrifying orc, they are all crazy, and the instruments in their hands immediately turn into a variety of weapons. They carry the wrath of the god of incense, symbolizing his will, which pours from all directions and covers the earth.

Jun Aoyan swept and cut off the first person to pounce. When slashed to the point of mortal wounds, they are reduced to a blank sheet of paper. But these guys are not easy to deal with, and they do feel that the paper people under the control of Qianya Po are indeed more like "people" than they are in the hands of Qi Huan

", more difficult to deal with. But in the final analysis, it's just a rabble, and the supply of divine power that each paper figure gets is very limited, and when he takes it out alone, he is just an ordinary person with some fists and feet, and it is more than enough to deal with such a group of opponents. The hall was filled with the sound of paper being torn apart, clattering. With the sound of paper breaking and paper figures falling one after another, a strange fragrance gradually filled the air.

Through the fluttering, yellowed shredded paper, Bai Ya found that Qianya had disappeared from the throne at some point. Occasionally, he and Aoyan would be hit quite hard, perhaps by the incense god. But his ultimate goal was to snatch his portrait from Ruyue-kun.

But he didn't have that chance.

In the chaos, Ruyuejun quickly bent down and slapped the painting to the ground, took out a short dagger from his waist, and pierced the thin painting with one blow. The tip of the knife pierced through the chest of the man in the painting, spilling out a black-red liquid - it could not have been paint that had dried up for a long time. After the paper was pierced, they heard the voice of the goddess again. The wail was terrible, piercing, like the screams of a monster they had never heard before. Immediately after, Ruyuejun turned the clenched knife around, and the shout became even more hoarse. She sliced the knife down until it was beyond the range of the paper. On the torn section of this piece of paper, an unknown blood-colored liquid slowly seeped out.

They heard the bitter wails of the god of incense, but they couldn't find where he was. At this time, the paper figures suddenly became more powerless and weak, and they hesitated with weapons in their hands. It seems that this move has indeed dealt a heavy blow to the incense god, and even these shrimp soldiers and crab generals have no time to take care of it. They're just pieces of paper! When they realized that these things were powerless to fight back, and that it was just the incense god who was bluffing, Ao Yan and Bai Ya's expressions suddenly became fierce, and they ended this short battle with a faster and more merciless fight.

The temple soon calmed down and became more spacious. Except that there is nowhere to stay.

Where did the incense god go?

They looked around, but there was indeed no trace of Qian's mother. It's suddenly too quiet, and it's unpleasant.

"Is he dead?" Ao Yan asked.

"It's a pity." Ruyuejun's tone was a little reasonable, "Although this can hit him hard, it is still far from killing him." Although this method can destroy his primordial spirit and cause him great damage, it is not enough to cause death. I think he won't be able to fight us until he recovers, so he fled. ”

"He also took the censer with him." Jun Aoyan pointed to his throne, "What a cunning old thing. ”

"Leave him alone, look for our stuff first. I know where to put it, come with me. ”

Bai Ya is right, luggage and weapons are the most important. The package contained the magic weapons they had tried their best to collect, and the weapons were their siblings, which of course made people care. Ruyuejun walked near the throne, looked around, looked around, and used the tip of his shoe to pull away the waste paper on the ground, but did not find his pen.

"He should have taken the pen away too......" Jun Aoyan was a little regretful.

Ruyuejun shook her head lightly and lowered her eyes: "It's okay, he shouldn't use it." ”

"He's smart enough to know that it can't be left in the hands of someone who knows how to use it." small table

The man walked out of the building and went around to Baoshan outside the courtyard, "We have to hurry." He's going to make a comeback. ”

Bai Ya left here, and Jun Aoyan followed. Ruyuejun was still standing there, a little stunned. Ao Yan turned his head and beckoned her, "Cold, come over quickly." ”

She was stunned for a moment, then nodded, showed her usual shallow smile, and followed. Without the cloud ghost, Ruyuejun is still Ruyuejun. But even so, to them, she is nothing more than a person surnamed Liu.

After that, they came to the glittering treasure mountain. It's certainly far from the real, towering peaks, but it's definitely worthy of being described as a "mountain of treasures." The mountain is not smooth, but composed of two pieces of gold and silver. Nor are they natural enough, more like a pile of countless half-melted metalwork. The color of Baoshan is not symmetrical, probably because of the different purity of the metal, and it is also inlaid with other beautiful jewelry, some of which are rough and some of which are processed.

"What is piled up here should be the things that believers worship. These tributes symbolize people's faith. ”

After saying that, Liu Shenghan raised his head and glanced at Wuxiaying, who was thriving in the gaps. They had never seen such beautiful and wanton flowers, which were colorful and full of life. Whether it is the sea of mine flowers that bloom all over the mountains, or the immortal flowers carved with crystal in the Dragon Palace, they are not as beautiful and pleasing as any of the flowers that grow on this treasure mountain.

Their luggage was casually tossed to the bottom of the hill and looked like it had been turned over. Liu Shenghan stepped forward to tidy up.

"Flashy."

Bai Ya briefly commented and stretched out his hand towards the mountain. He opened his palms and hovered his arms for a while, and it wasn't long before several people heard the howling wind. Two scimitars spun in, slicing through the air and eventually flying into his hands. Bai Ya brought the two handles together and put them into the snap ring behind his back. Jun Aoyan saw his knife and was placed in a golden vase to fix it. When she got the knife, she found that the mouth of the big gold bottle had been deformed. It seems that it is soft and of high purity.

"The magic weapon is not there." Liu Shenghan had a calm face and said to Bai Ya who came over and Ao Yan who stumbled down from Baoshan.

"Will it be on Baoshan?"

As he spoke, Jun Aoyan threw the knife into the mountain and stopped his steps, as if he was ready to turn back at any time.

Bai Ya said: "I'm afraid not anymore." Now that we know the function of the magic weapon, when Qianfu asked us to ask for it, it was just to return the object to its original owner and put it back in its original place to maintain the stability of the enchantment. Such an important thing should not be thrown into such a place casually by him, maybe it would have been taken away a long time ago. ”

"Through the spiritual veins." Liu Shenghan said suddenly.

"Spiritual veins?"

"Yes, there's a vein here." She frowned and looked around, "I can sense it...... But there is something special about it, it is not naturally formed, but man-made. I'm afraid that when we asked us for Wuxiaying, it was also to strengthen the aura and promote the generation of this spiritual vein. ”

Jun Aoyan thought about it for a while: "Hmm...... It makes sense here. Otherwise, no matter how quickly the news spread to the god of songs, how could she come back in such a short time. What do we do next? Do you chase the spirit vein to settle accounts with them, or do you just go directly to Lao Bai and his father? ”