If you look closely, the painting is empty, but what about people?

At this moment, I suddenly heard a loud voice behind me.

"Buddha Amitayus!"

As soon as his eyes turned randomly, he saw a person wearing a blue Taoist robe, holding floating dust in his left hand and a black compass in his right hand.

Looking at the appearance of this Taoist priest again, I was once again surprised.

It turned out to be the Taoist priest in the ancient painting - that is, the person who looked exactly like Lao Wu.

Lao Wu disappeared, but the person in the painting suddenly appeared, and at this moment, even if I was slow to react, I could guess what was going on.

The person in the painting is Lao Wu, and Lao Wu is the person in the painting.

The transformed Lao Wu walked to my side, still the same way, but his expression was very different, and he was not lame.

"Are you Lao Wu?"

As soon as I spoke, my voice trembled.

"Xiaoyou's atonement is not that the poor road deliberately conceals it, but that there is a last resort."

The voice is also completely different from Lao Wu.

"You're not Lao Wu!" It dawned on me.

"Yes and no, no, yes!"

The Taoist priest who looked like Lao Wu shook off the dust, and it was a loud "Amitayus Buddha".

At this time, the two-headed monster began to move its body step by step towards the entrance of the stone room, looking like it was about to escape.

"Stop him!"

The old Taoist priest shouted, and he had already rushed forward, and the speed of his movements made me sigh to myself.

I also hurriedly rushed forward with the Longquan Sword, and the two of them blocked the entrance to the stone room one by one.

The two-headed monster was annoyed, but it was obviously afraid of what was in my hands and that of Old Wu, and it just angrily breathed fire at the two of us.

The old Taoist priest stood in front of me, shook the dust in his hand, and in front of him instantly seemed to be an invisible wall, and the red flame was blocked and blocked back.

The two-headed monster saw that the fire breathing could not be achieved, paused, and spewed out some blue liquid.

The old Taoist priest was not in a hurry, still waving the dust whisk in his hand, the blue liquid was blocked again, rebounded back, splashed on the floor around him, and suddenly made a "stinging, stinging" sound, I instinctively looked at it, and saw that these places splashed by the blue liquid had an extra hole, and it was slowly expanding.

"Xiaoyou, I can only block, I can't attack, I have to rely on you!"

I didn't understand what he meant, but in a hurry, I couldn't care about it, so I quickly picked up the Longquan sword and stabbed it.

The two-headed monster stretched out its basin-like claws to block it, and the moment the Longquan sword and the two-headed monster's claws touched, there was a "clang" sound like a metal impact.

The tiger's mouth where I held the hilt of the sword was faintly numb, and the Longquan sword almost came out of my hand.

The two-handed monster also stepped back a meter or two, and a strange sound of "wow" came out of his throat, and he didn't dare to move one step further.

The two sides confronted each other like this, and the air was filled with suffocating depression.

"Little friend!"

The old Taoist priest reminded.

I had no choice but to grit my teeth, give myself a shout, and swing the fifth and sixth moves of the fairy sword, and knock back the two-headed monster by more than two meters.

As soon as I saw that it worked, my confidence soared, and I immediately unleashed a coherent five moves.

These five moves in one go, such as a long rainbow through the sun, the two-headed monster has been forced to the edge of the stone wall, there is no way back, I have a burst of joy in my heart, I want to show off to the old Taoist, who knows that at the moment when my words reach the mouth, the two-headed monster suddenly opened its mouth, and a red snake-like red tongue shot out like lightning, hitting my chest.

Intense pain gushed out from his heart, accompanied by severe pain, and then he felt an itch in his throat, and a stream of blood spurted out, which happened to spray onto the Longquan Sword.

A miracle struck.

Where the blood sprayed, a layer of patina on the surface of the originally rusty Longquan Sword fell onto the stone slab like a peeled skin.

In the next second, the Longquan Sword became cold and shining, and under the light of the flashlight on one side, it even reflected a terrifying blue light.

It seems that this is the real Longquan Sword!