Murong Kunpeng hooked his finger at Fu Xiuya, who had no hands and legs in the mural, like a personal stick:

You're coming out!

Fu Xiuya in the mural had two lines of tears in his eyes, which looked like the "inner cow full face" in the emoji.

Nowadays, people's consciences are broken, the world is declining, and people's hearts are not ancient......

Seeing Fu Xiuya's tearful passive resistance, Murong Kunpeng shrugged his shoulders, and while his bitten fingers were still dry, he wiped Fu Xiuya's torso in the mural, aiming at the third leg.

Fairy, keep chickens under your hands! Fu Xiuya was shocked, he didn't dare to play tricks anymore, he bit the tip of his tongue and spewed out a mouthful of essence blood towards the void world in front of him, and a black hole appeared in this world in an instant!

There seems to be infinite suction in the black hole, which sucks Fu Xiuya out of the world in the mural at once!

"Poof!"

Fu Xiuya, who was like a human stick, suddenly came out of the mural, and he couldn't stand without his arms and legs, so he could only lie on the ground like a big meat worm, panting heavily.

There were no wounds on his shoulders and crotch, and the skin where he lost his arms and legs was bare, and he looked natural, as if it was the original way, but the blood red was quite scary.

Frightened, angry and frightened, Fu Xiuya reluctantly raised his head and looked at Murong Kunpeng: "Fairy, this kind of joke can't be ......."

"Surprised? Surprised? Murong Kunpeng looked at him with a smile: I like the way you can't get used to me and can't kill me!

What the am I ...... Fu Xiuya's face turned green, and by this time he could see that he had never believed him in co-authoring "Jiang Hanxue", and his hard-working performance was a joke in the eyes of "Jiang Hanxue".

Fu Xiuya's face changed a few times, and finally sighed: "Fairy, misunderstanding, it's actually a good heart down there......"

"Huh." Murong Kunpeng lifted a finely carved white jade softness: "Tell your story!" ”

Shaking his head with a wry smile, Fu Xiuya turned himself over with difficulty, and told his story with his back to the sky:

"A long, long time ago, the Eight Great Immortal Gates of the Xuanhuang Realm and the Eighteen Streams of the Left Dao were neck and neck, and the Eight Great Immortal Gates represented orthodox cultivation, sword cultivation, Dan cultivation, and body cultivation...... Although the eighteenth stream of the left path is on the sidelines, it is also a hundred flowers blooming and a hundred schools of thought contending, and even often overwhelms the eight immortal sects and shocks Xuanhuang.

"But with the passage of time, the Eight Great Immortal Sects still have the upper hand after all, and the so-called orthodox cultivation is like a school among mortals, as long as an individual has a little qualification, he can cultivate.

"The eighteen streams of the left path have extremely high requirements for qualifications, so although every time there is an amazing genius, he can dominate the coquettish for five hundred years, but it is still declining, and gradually there are more and more talents in the eight immortal sects, but some of the eighteen streams of the left path have broken off the inheritance because they can't find a genius.

"Some schools have degenerated, for example, the Tao of Asking for Love was originally one of the eighteen streams of the Left Dao, and their inheritance can only be the 'love saint' of 'ten thousand flowers and leaves', so that they can enter the Tao with love.

"But there are many lovers, lovers, love slaves, and lovers in this world, but there is no one in ten thousand love saints.

"Seeing that there is no successor to the intercession, they actually lifted the ban on the Desire Sect that had been blocked, how difficult it is to pass through a leaf in the thousands of flowers without getting wet, and how easy it is to pick yin to supplement yang, and how easy it is to pick yang to supplement yin.

"So soon the intercession Dao rose strongly, not only did it no longer worry about perdition, but now it has become one of the eight immortal sects!

"And some schools do not forget their original intentions, such as the flow of divine painting.

"The inheritance of the flow of divine painting needs the 'painting god' of 'painting the wind and rain and painting into a weeping ghost god', so that he can enter the Tao with painting.

"But the 'painting god' is also one in ten thousand, and the god painting stream is unwilling to learn and love to be willing to fall, after the last successor of the god painting stream 'Dan Qingjun' failed to cross the catastrophe, the inheritance of the god painting stream was also broken.

"The failure of the tribulation should have been the destruction of the form and the gods, but fortunately, the flow of divine paintings is extraordinary, and Dan Qingjun hid a wisp of divine consciousness in his paintings.

"In order to escape the pursuit of the Heavenly Dao, this wisp of divine consciousness has been sealed for 10,000 years, and it has always been confused.

"It wasn't until 10,000 years later that the seal was unraveled, and this wisp of divine consciousness knew who he was, and only then did he know the past of the Divine Painting Stream, and the task left to him by Danqingjun was to find a successor for the inheritance of the Divine Painting Stream.

"Dan Qingjun had already made arrangements before the catastrophe and placed the spirit tomb next to the lair of the fire unicorn that he had graced before his death.

"In this way, after this wisp of divine consciousness closes the Spirit Tomb Guardian Formation, only the monks below the Nirvana Realm can come to the Spirit Tomb, and only because they have not touched the aisle below the Nirvana Realm can they have the opportunity to enter the Dao with paintings.

"Probably you've already guessed that I'm Dan Qingjun's wisp of divine sense.

"I have no ill will to lead everyone to the Spirit Tomb, I just want to entrust the inheritance of the Divine Painting Stream, that's all.

"And among all of them, I am most optimistic about you, so I want to bring you into the painting and get the inheritance of Danqingjun from the world in the painting, but I didn't expect to cause your misunderstanding because of this......"

Speaking of this, Fu Xiuya, or Dan Qingjun's divine sense, shook his head with a wry smile: "But it's nothing, as long as I can find a successor for the Divine Painting Stream, my mission will be completed, and even if it dissipates, I have no regrets."

"Alright, my story has been told, now I ask you, would you like to accept the inheritance of my divine painting stream?"

"What do you mean...... Am I the 'painting god' who 'paints the wind and rain and paints like a weeping ghost god'? Murong Kunpeng blinked:

Why do I feel more like a 'love saint' who has been among thousands of flowers, and not a single leaf has touched my body'?

"Exactly!" There were tears flashing in the corners of Fu Xiuya's eyes: After you painted just now, didn't I just cry?

"What about the others?" Murong Kunpeng asked again.

"The others are not qualified enough and have already left." Fu Xiuya looked at Murong Kunpeng very sincerely: "This is an opportunity that only belongs to you!" Belch...... What are you doing, don't you believe me? I can prove it to you...... Wait a minute! What are these black powders! No! Don't ......"

Murong Kunpeng took out a black pill, gently crushed it into powder and sprinkled it towards Fu Xiuya, and immediately wrapped Fu Xiuya like a sandstorm, wrapping it into a huge black sphere.

As soon as Murong Kunpeng beckoned, the huge black ball flew towards him, and it became smaller and smaller, and by the time it reached the palm of his hand, it had already turned into the previous small pill, and he pinched it with two green onion white jade fingers and stuffed it into the silver bottle.

This is the [Coffin Pill], which was originally used to preserve corpses, and the living will also be like corpses after being sealed into the Coffin Pill.

At this moment, there was suddenly another white-clothed sword cultivator in the mural, beckoning to him with a smile.