The old man did not take out the knife soon after dominating Liu Baiyi's body, but said a word to Su Changjing.

"Boy, take a look. ”

Su Changjing nodded inexplicably and looked at the old man seriously.

The old man let out a long roar, and the wind and snow drifting in the sky suddenly stopped, and it hung quietly in the air, and did not fall, and soon piled up a thick layer, turning the alley into a nameless tunnel.

The old man looked at the bleak alley, took a breath of satisfaction, and then closed his eyes.

Footsteps move gently.

All the monks in the world have their own preferences, some like to use swords and swords, and some people are accustomed to using their left and right hands, and what he likes the most is to fight people in the dark.

A knife is cut off from the head, how enjoyable.

Thinking about this, the pace of my feet inevitably accelerated.

Soon approached the Qingzhu Dao people, and then a sword light appeared.

The cold breath of the forest is sharp.

I can't explain the situation of this knife, and I can't really see it clearly, as if someone had lit a dim yellow candle in an airtight room, which quickly appeared and quickly dissipated.

The only sound caused was a shallow blood mark on the neck of the Qingzhu Dao man.

Dense beads of blood emerged.

Qingzhu Daoren's face was ugly, he waved away the wind and snow that shrouded the alley, and touched the wound that suddenly appeared on his neck, a little unbelievable, he had seen the sword of sword cultivation very fast, very sharp, but he had never seen a sword practitioner can be so fast, even so that his spells did not have time to prepare, this is very unusual, he has a lot of body protection spells, after all, he is the master of a view outside, and he is expected to enter the orthodoxy of the Daomen, so he cherishes his life very much, but under this knife, the body protection spell on his body has no time to react.

Qingzhu Daoist roared, "How did you do it?"

Although he asked, no one paid attention to him.

The old man turned his head to look at Su Changjing and chuckled, "Old man, have you ever seen this knife clearly?"

Su Changjing was stunned, and after coming back to his senses, he replied honestly: "I only see three points clearly, and I can't remember the rest." ”

The old man laughed: "It doesn't matter if you can't remember, I have a few more knives, and you will remember it, boy, take a closer look at this knife." ”

Su Changjing nodded solemnly.

The old man held Gui Nian tightly, and looked at Qingzhu who was preparing a spell with a calm expression.

He didn't take the lead in making a move, but only slashed at the time when the spell was formed.

There is not much breath flowing, and it is very mediocre, just like a child who has just learned to hold a knife and swings a knife by mistake.

This knife is actually a bit famous, called back to basics.

In fact, he doesn't care about the name of the trick, as long as he can kill people, the rest is all bells and whistles.

In the face of this knife, the tiger that had just been condensed by the wind and snow had no time to roar, and it turned into wind and snow and scattered in the alley.

After slashing the tiger, this knife still has the strength to spare.

forced the Qingzhu Daoist to use more means, and even threw out a magic weapon to barely hold this knife, and the price paid for this was that a piece of the splendid Dao robe on his body was cut off.

This is his most beloved thing, so his face is even more ugly.

The old man sneered: "What if there are countless magical powers, but you know that the magic power is no match for the sword? You don't need to struggle too much tonight, dying under my sword is your destiny." ”

Qingzhu stood in the alley, looked at the old man with surging knife energy, and sighed.

Then he took out a coffin ornament from his body, instilled breath and threw it out.

Soon there was a puff of black smoke everywhere, and out of it came a dry corpse, also dressed as a Taoist priest, if it weren't for the fact that the body was really thin, it would be no different from ordinary people.

Looking at the dry corpse that suddenly appeared, the old man showed a look of great interest.

The orthodoxy of the three sects has many secret techniques since ancient times, and there are countless genius disciples, but when the genius is always exhausted, seeing that his life span is exhausted but he can't take another step forward, no matter who he puts on it, it is extremely uncomfortable, so these genius disciples came up with an idea, simply lock their souls with secret techniques, and then refine the corpse into a zombie, isn't the combination of the two immortal?

Despite the continuous dissuasion of the elders in the sect, this situation still happens from time to time, and even these dried corpses are regarded as the foundation of the sect by some small sects, and they can release the enemy in times of crisis.

Qingzhu Daoist solemnly saluted the dry corpse, "Please also ask the old ancestor to come out and kill the enemy." ”

Hearing this, the dry corpse glanced at him and smiled bloodthirsty.

It's hard to be released by the unfilial grandson, how can you afford this rare opportunity if you don't eat enough?

The dried corpses surrounded him, and he whispered strangely, "Essence blood!"

The old man frowned slightly, and quickly relaxed, the dried corpse may be difficult for others, but it is nothing to him.

It's just a dead man, where can you jump?

Now what he cares about the most is the seemingly irrelevant Su Changjing, he doesn't know if the scene of these knives just now can help Su Changjing draw the portrait completely.

In his gaze, Su Changjing carried a brush and smeared on the scroll with difficulty, and every move would drip off, having said that, it seemed to be a lot more than before, at least he could paint now.

But there is only one last stroke missing, and this last one is precisely the hardest.

At the same time, the dry corpse that had been hungry and thirsty for a long time suddenly rushed towards him, the sharp armor in his hand flashed with a little green light, there was no imaginary corrupt atmosphere, but all the restraint, the old man looked at the dry corpse calmly, did not use the knife, but kicked out.

Kick the corpse far away.

The corpse roared and opened its mouth, and pounced again.

The corners of the old man's mouth curled slightly, and he kicked out again.

After so many years of polishing, the aura on his body has long since dissipated, and before he has absorbed enough sperm blood, he is only a relatively durable corpse.

Qingzhu frowned, looking at the dried corpse that kept doing stupid things, and couldn't help but have a slight doubt in his heart, could this idiot really be his ancestor, why is the painting style a little strange?

Since the one with the knife can't be beaten, isn't there a sword practitioner not far away, why not go?

It's just that his brain is a little different from the brain of a dried corpse after all.

He wants it, but the dry corpse doesn't necessarily want it.

Since this is the case, then he will take action personally, and it just so happens that the dry corpse has dragged the old man.

Then suddenly, a breath came out, let out a slight whistling, and swept straight towards Xu Baichuan, who was sitting cross-legged on the side.

And Xu Baichuan's face was still red, and he was completely unaware of everything in the outside world.

However, at this critical moment, Su Changjing made the last stroke for Liu Baiyi's portrait.

Then the scroll emitted invisible fluctuations, and the breath was fixed, not only that, but even the dried corpse was fixed in place.

Then the picture scroll suddenly spread out, and one after another figures walked out of it, there were monks and Taoists, and even secret cultivators in the Western Regions.

How could an ordinary painter achieve such a scene?

It's just that the old man has a strange look when he sees this scene.

He saw himself in it, detached from the knife and truly transformed into a human figure.

At the same time, the Nine Heavens are outside the sky, above the clouds.

There are three rare saints in ordinary times, each representing the three religions, and in front of them there is a mirror made of clouds, reflecting the scene in the alley.

The Daomen Saint's expression was flat, and he just said, "Now that the picture scroll has been cultivated, can that heaven and earth be opened?"

The Confucian sage with a scroll pinned to his waist shook his head, he looked at Su Changjing, who was full of astonishment, and had some emotions, and said softly: "Wait, it's not really finished yet, it's too hasty to open it now." ”

The Daomen sage also looked at Su Changjing, and snorted coldly: "Su Mu, he is just a chess piece you have cultivated, don't get too involved, when you cultivate to our realm, the emotions in the world have long disappeared, and immortality is the most important." ”

The Buddhist sage, who had never spoken, nodded, and played a round with a smile: "Jiang Sheng, you can relax, Su Sheng has always had the best grasp of the situation, and it doesn't hurt to wait, not to mention that this chess piece is a game made by Su Sheng, if Su Sheng doesn't accept it, Jiang Sheng, you can only watch and be anxious." ”

The Daomen sage, whose original name was Jiang Chuan, was not only relieved when he heard this, but his face even became a little ugly.

Although the three religions are both orthodox, control the cultivation of this world, and constantly communicate with each other, over the years, they have also been constantly rubbing and creating many gaps, so even the high-ranking saints are not exempt from vulgarity.

It's common to look at each other unpleasantly, and if you have a bad temper, it's natural to take action directly.

Confucianism is better, but it only teaches people to read and become officials, and there is not much fighting.

Over the years, in order to compete for the luck of incense, the disciples of Taoism and Buddhism have suffered countless casualties, so the grudge is also the deepest.

Jiang Sheng said coldly: "Zhitong monk, this saint doesn't bother with you today, if you sow discord like this in the future, your Buddhist temple will have to be destroyed again." ”

Monk Zhitong still smiled and said: "Since Jiang Sheng wants to give such a big gift to the poor monk, the poor monk also has to pay tribute, and maybe in a few days, there will be some Taoist masters who abandon evil and follow good, and be taught by me to be the great law." ”

Jiang Sheng's face turned a little dark, and a piece of rune paper had faintly appeared in his hand, exuding mysterious fluctuations.

The Zhitong monk was not afraid, stretched out his hand, and a vajra appeared in his hand out of thin air, and the breath was equally mysterious.

Su Sheng looked at the two of them and felt a little headache.

So he decided not to care about it and let the two of them fight.

Take a gentle step and soon disappear into the clouds.