"Grass!"

"Grass!"

"Grass!"

Suddenly, many people from the Mountain Dance Clan shouted loudly, they were all affected by Sima Cao's cursive script, and they couldn't help but let out a loud cry. But there are also people who are not affected, they are all good men with great dirt.

When it was, the machine spirit of Shanhe Jitu said angrily: "Machine spirit, I know that there are also machine spirits in cursive writing, come out and meet me." I am the instrument spirit of the noble mountain and river base, and you are the instrument spirit of the Confucian sages in cursive writing, we should get along well, not tear the comparison. ”

Hum. There was a disdainful voice in the cursive script, it was the instrument spirit, the instrument spirit of cursive writing. "You dare to compare with me for anything. Do you know who Sima Cao is, he is a famous figure in the Confucianism and the old world, the painting world, and the calligraphy world, and you are just an ordinary picture in the rotten girl world, don't think that we are all machine spirits, you can have a relationship with me. ”

Bang.

The cursive script shook suddenly, and a cloud of the breath of the sun that suffocated the heavens and the earth spread, and after that, a man came out, more than five feet tall, with a long beard, and in his hand a pen used by a Confucian sage. "My name is Sima Qing, and I am the instrument spirit of Sima Cao's authentic handwriting, haven't you come out yet? ”

Brush!

Sima Qing's eyes bloomed with two bolts of divine lightning, and he slashed steeply towards the mountains and rivers in front of him.

"Machine spirit, this cursive scroll still has machine spirit. Shanguo was also taken aback, "Why didn't the master tell me, could it be that the Spring and Autumn Roll also has a machine spirit?"

"Hahaha, Shanguo, it seems that your great Confucian master has a lot of things to hide from you. In his eyes, you are just a small role, dispensable, don't think too highly of yourself, otherwise you will be even more desperate when you die. You think you're a big guy, but in the end you're a little shrimp. Zhou Gong sneered, he slapped out another palm, and the palm power turned into flowers, and spun out, like a sawtooth wheel, slashing towards the mountain pot.

At that time, tens of thousands of waves burst out in the sea of knowledge of the mountain pot, and it was obvious that he was a little distracted. Hula, a mysterious scripture flew up, calming all the waves and thoughts. And a voice rang out, "My disciple, why did you forget the instructions of the teacher before leaving?" "Great Confucianism is the voice of Confucianism.

"Ah, Master!" The spiritual platform of the mountain pot suddenly flew out a divine thought, turned into a person, and knelt on the ground in front of the spring and autumn scrolls, extremely religious. "Master, I was wrong, and I shouldn't hold a grudge against you. But Sima Cao's cursive script, why a machine spirit was born, and I don't know anything about it. Please tell me what I should do next. ”

"Hmph. Da Confucian's voice was full of disdain, "My disciple, are you blaming me?" ”

"Don't dare, don't dare!" The villain transformed by the divine thought of the mountain pot fell on the sea, trembling, and almost scared to death. He also knew that it was not the essence of the master that was placed in the Spring and Autumn Scrolls, but a part of his will.

Even if it is a will, it is enough to make the mountain pot unrecoverable, this is what the real Confucianism can do.

Bang!

Suddenly, in the middle of the spring and autumn rolls, a thunderbolt slashed out, blasting the sea of knowledge in the mountain pot into countless lakes, rivers, and ponds, which could not be reunited.

Angry, the master of the mountain pot was angry, because the mountain pot was very uninteresting, and he dared to question the decision of the great Confucian.

Bang bang bang, the body of the cauldron's divine thoughts, kept kowtowing, "Please stop the anger, stop the anger!" Only then did he remember the terrible nature of the master, for fear that the other party would really get angry and kill him. "Master, Shan Pujia betrayed the Transcription Pavilion, why don't you see the people chasing him. How long will we let him run rampant, or I will sacrifice the spring and autumn rolls, and refine everything on the spot, and we will also take away his thousand mountain beads and ten thousand water beads. These two beads are related to Confucianism, no, they are related to the master. Yamanbe said again.

"The teacher knows that you are blaming me, and he didn't tell you that cursive has given birth to a machine spirit, and that instrument spirit is called Sima Qing, and he takes Sima Cao as his father and only listens to him. It is rumored that Sima Cao did not turn into a Taoist, and this person is still alive. There is no wind and no waves, and the rumors may be true. Da Ru said again.

"Funny!" Shanguo said, "Could it be that Shizun also believes that Sima Cao is still alive, a person of the ancients, and is still called a sage by Confucianism, and he should be a dead person." Although one of his cursive scrolls gave birth to a machine spirit, the instrument spirit is a tool spirit after all, and if he dares to oppose his master, it is a great sin, and the sin is unforgivable. ”

"Be careful, my disciple. Zhou Gong is here again. In the spring and autumn rolls, the will of the Great Confucian suddenly reminded, and at the same time, the sea of knowledge of the mountain pot also changed, and on the surface of the sea, countless spring breezes swirled, flying out steeply, leaving the head of the mountain pot.

Whew, whew, whew, whew, whew, whirl, whew, whirl, whew "Duke Zhou, who allowed you to attack my disciples. Suddenly, Da Ru's voice rang out.

With a buzz, Zhou Gong only felt that his ears were like being struck by thunder, and his mind was uncertain. At the same time, he also felt the terrible coercion of the great Confucian as the abyss in the spring breeze, "Confucianism, who are you, report your name, my Zhou Gong will not kill the nameless." I only heard Zhou Gong roaring, his right palm was like a knife, slashing forward, sonorous, and the sword qi was like a sea, blasting away the coercion of Confucianism and countless spring breezes. "You are a great Confucian, and I am also a giant of the Dirty World, and I am not afraid of you. Zhou Gong said again, "The knife of the dream realm." ”

Zhou Gong slashed out thousands of knives in an instant. The sword light was extremely dreamy, like a mirage, overwhelming, surging towards the mountain pot. "If you can die under the knife of my dreams, you will not come here in vain. The giant of the Dirty World sneered.

"Sure enough, there is a great Confucian in the Confucian sect who has made a move. The Five Absolute Sons said secretly, "But Da Ru didn't show up, but his will came, and he couldn't help Zhou Gong." ”

As the instrument spirit of the Dirty Mountain Sword Diagram, the Five Juezi has been with Zhou Gong for a long time, he knows Zhou Gong better than anyone else, and knows that he has an inferiority complex to the extreme, that is, arrogance, or that kind of lawless arrogance, whoever wants to hurt his self-esteem, Zhou Guild will try every means to kill you, in order to fulfill his self-esteem.

"Even now, Duke Zhou didn't want to use the Filthy Immortal Mansion. Hmph, how much does he think of the Dirty Mountain Sword Diagram, or does he want me to contribute. Wujue snorted, he watched coldly, and he didn't plan to make a move. Brushing the brush, the five peers glanced at the mountains and rivers and the cursive scroll.

The machine spirit, the cursive instrument spirit is called Sima Qing. "The spirit of the mountain and river base, you little thing who is greedy for life and afraid of death, you only dare to hide inside, and you dare not see me. Hahaha, it's really a waste, I'd better kill you directly, so as to save you from embarrassment. ”

The strange thing is that no matter how much Sima Qing despises the mountain and river base map, the instrument spirit of that ancient map just can't come out, and he seems to be really afraid of Sima Qing.

"You're still not a gentleman. Sima Qing said hatefully, "It seems that I can only use strong." ”

Suddenly, Sima Qing waved the paintbrush and brush in his hand, and a danqing burst out, booming, booming, and countless brushes and inks turned into a long river, rushing to the mountains and rivers in front of him.

"Sima Qing, don't deceive people too much. In the middle of the mountains and rivers base map, the machine spirit roared angrily, "It's not that I don't want to come out, but I ......."

"But they didn't dare to come out. Sima Qing replied in place of the instrument spirit of Shanhe Jitu.

Rise!

Suddenly, a figure suddenly came, he covered the sky with his big hand, his five fingers were like pillars, and he slapped down to the base map of mountains and rivers. "Ah, it's ......," the spirit of the mountain and river Kitu said in shock.

Is it Bi Fang Buddha, or Bi Fang Buddha with green hair, no, he is now Dou Bi Fang, the only remaining king of the Dou Bi clan, and the last bloodline power has completely awakened in him.

Green hair and red eyes, monstrous filth. As soon as Bifang Buddha stopped there, the heavens and the earth were centered on him, and he was like a whirlpool, able to pull everything into his body.

"No!" Suddenly, the spirit of the mountain and river Jitu roared, "Bi Fang Buddha, Dou Bi Fang, you can't devour me, I haven't broken the seal yet, if I die here, I won't be blind, I will curse you for the rest of my life." ”

"Curse me. Bi Fangfo smiled, and his five fingers burst out of the Dao Buddha's aura, two of which were red, two were green, and one was black.

The five Buddha's qi swept out, bang ! swept towards the base map of mountains and rivers, and scattered the water vapor and mountains that filled the ancient map.

However, the Buddha's qi does not disperse, and the five Buddha's qi are twisted into one, which is ten thousand zhang long, like a colorful dragon, and the scales are flashing with divine light, and each piece is the size of a pu fan. Click, click, click, the dragon's claws grabbed at the mountains and rivers Kitu, tearing through Gutu's last air cover. "What do the poor monks want to do, do you have to agree? You curse the poor monks, hahaha, the poor monks are born ominous, and they are never afraid of any curses. ”

Bang!

Bi Fangfo's right palm was split, and Sima Qing faced hundreds of palms in an instant, dangdang, like a gold and iron exchange, the atmosphere was shaking, and the space also exploded, and the sky marks were innumerable, extending in all directions. "Sima Qing, you are just a cursive instrument spirit, and you have some skills, but in front of the poor monks, you are not enough to read. Bi Fang Buddha made a seal with one hand, boom, and the lion seal of the Buddha Gate suddenly appeared, roaring, and a golden nine-headed lion jumped up.

Sima Qing looked at the nine lions, and was stunned to find that its mane was extremely chic, and its hair was also very flowing, and couldn't help but admire: "What kind of shampoo do they use, can you recommend it to me." ”

Roar!

Where are the nine lions willing to pay attention to Sima Qing, they jumped out, and the nine heads roared in unison, wanting to tear Sima Qing apart.

At that time, Bi Fangfo, who had green hair, did not use Donglai Pagoda and Mountain Ghost Tower, but only used his hands to compare with Shanhe Jitu and Sima Qing. "You're not worthy. "Bi Fang Buddha Dao, he is not worthy of letting him use two dirty weapons.

"I don't deserve it. Sima Qing was furious. He swiped forward with ten fingers, and when he landed, he burst out with the mighty fingers of the sun and the sky, slashing towards the nine lions, "If I am not worthy, is Sima Cao a sage worthy?" The cursive instrument spirit roared, "Bi Fang Buddha, you are a little dirty, and you are also worthy of the sage of Confucianism to kill you, who gave you face." ”

Poof, poof, poof, nine lions, eight of their heads have been cut off, and only the middle one remains. But it was fierce and indestructible, and when it shook its head, eight more heads grew, roaring again, booming, and the golden Buddha waves surged, shattering Sima Qing's fingers. "Let Sima Cao come out, it is rumored that he is still alive. "Nine lions, the head in the middle said angrily. "You're just a little machine spirit, how dare you talk to me. ”

"Grass. At the same time, he grabbed the paintbrush and swept it towards the nine lions.

Boom, the golden word "grass" shattered the sky and blasted towards the nine lions. Waves of air exploded behind it, and the spatial traces were dense, like spider webs. "Little Lion, you're finished, you're finished. Sima Qing said angrily, "Among the Confucian sects, except for my father Sima Cao, no one can order me, the waste of the mountain pot, he just let me out, don't dare to order me, otherwise I will be the first to kill him." ”

Not far away, Shanguo also heard what Sima Qing was saying, "Waste, he dares to say that I am a waste." Shancao's face instantly darkened, sneering, snorting, snorting, and one after another anger burst out. If it weren't for the Spring and Autumn Scrolls and the will of the Great Confucianism in his sea of consciousness, the mountain cauldron would have rushed to the cursive script and destroyed it along with the instrument spirit.

And Bi Fang Buddha no longer paid attention to the nine lions and Sima Qing, his red monk's robe swept away, exhaled, Buddha qi gushed out, and a phoenix mountain moved sideways, crashing into the mountains and rivers Jitu. On the Phoenix Mountain, there is a green sun and a red moon that will fly out at any time.

The spirit of the mountain and river Jitu hid in the picture scroll, and his courage was almost frightened, "Dou Bifang is iron-hearted, and he has to kill me." No, I can't die here. "The spirit of the ancient painting became steeply firm, it was not that he didn't want to go out, but the seal was still there, and someone imprisoned him in the mountains and rivers base. "Hate, that woman in the painting world, you can't get me, and you won't let me be free. After all these years, you should be dead. ”

"Hehehe, you just want me to die like that. Suddenly, in the middle of the mountains and rivers, a woman's voice sounded.

Rumble!

The sea of spiritual consciousness of the mountains and rivers of Jitu exploded, "You, you, woman, you are still alive! Dou Bifang is about to kill me, if I die, you won't get anything. You don't want me to be your Taoist companion, do you, promise, I promise. I promise you everything. ”

"You're willing to say yes now, what should you do? The woman's voice is still indifferent, she is indeed a person in the painting world, and she is a person of the same era as Shanhe Jitu, and has been paying attention to him, and even wants to become a Taoist companion with him. But the spirit of the mountain and river Kitu didn't agree, so the woman sealed him, and what she couldn't get, others couldn't think of it.

"Woman, don't provoke me anymore. The machine spirit of the mountain and river Kitu said angrily, bang bang, bang, he hit the wall of seals, but the wall was still strong, and the machine spirit was injured instead.

"The only remaining heir of the Doubi clan, the bloodline in his body will urge him to find a good woman, and then ......"

"Then what, be matched with him, and give birth to the strongest offspring? The spirit of Shanhe Jitu roared, "Woman, you, should you want to be married to Dou Bifang?"

"Hehe, you really know me very well, and you deserve to be a man who has been sealed by me. The woman sneered, "Didn't you see Dou Bifang's forgiving hair, I really like him so much, you are in the past, he is my present and future, I will change his old orientation and make him a real man." So, you can go and die. ”

"Hmph, woman, you're still underestimating me. The spirit of the mountain and river Kitu said angrily. "Do you think that after all these years, I haven't grown at all, no, I've been pounding the wall of seals all the time, just to fly out in front of you. Now here's your chance, take a good look!"

"You're still losing your temper. The woman said disdainfully, "Okay, I want to see how you rush out, please start your show, remember, this is your last chance, if you can't do it, I will not hesitate to kill you." ”