Kyushu World

The rolling sand dunes are bright red in the sun, stretching to the end of the world, making it easy to understand why this place is called Chishu.

A mirage suddenly appeared in the sky above the desert, and it was only black and white, but it changed into a magnificent picture. It gives people the feeling that the world is in the middle of it.

In this deserted and dead place, nearly a thousand cultivators gathered at this time, ranging from weak Qi Refiners to powerful Jindan Monks, all of them looking up at the mirage in the sky, and carefully guarding against each other.

Not long ago, the news of the imminent opening of the mound spread, and it also contained the exact time and place, which caused a storm among the disciples of the painters all over the world, who rushed to this barren desert.

There are also some cultivators who are not painters who also want to try their luck, and the mound of the five uniques is already more important to chance, maybe they can sneak into the mound, even if they take one or two magic weapons, it is worth it.

But it is precisely because this matter is widely circulated, but no one dares to take it lightly, and it is generally peaceful, as for the moment when the painting mound really opens, whether there will be a bloody battle, it is unknown.

Wind and sand suddenly rose on the desert, and the fine sand and gravel were like a fiery red mist, blurring the mirage in the air.

A terrifying demonic aura enveloped this desert in an instant, and the cultivators looked back in horror, and a hunchbacked old man suddenly appeared on the sand dunes in the east, looking at them indifferently.

"White Camel Sand King!" Someone immediately called out the identity of the old man, causing even greater panic.

"Get out of the desert. The voice of the White Camel Sand King was low and hoarse, as merciless as this desert.

Someone tried to intercede: "Senpai. It's about the legacy of our painters, so please delay a while, and we'll leave when the mound is opened!"

"Get out of the desert!"

The wind and sand became more and more violent, obscuring the sky and the sun.

The sand dunes wriggled as if they had become giants, about to stand up and crush the fools who dared to wake him up from his sweet dreams.

The cultivators were shocked, a demon king was definitely not something they could contend with.

However, the mirage in the sky, even if it is obscured by the wind and sand. It's getting clearer, too. It seems to be close at hand.

The mound is about to open.

Just when I didn't know whether to retreat, a clear dragon roar resounded through the heavens and the earth.

"Another demon king?" the cultivators were even more desperate.

The White Camel Sand King slowly raised his head, and an inky dragon descended from the sky and landed below the mirage.

"White camel Daoyou. They didn't mean to offend. Why do you bully the small?"

An old man with a ruddy complexion and a slightly chubby body. Shaking his hand and unfolding a scroll, the dragon returned to the painting, still swimming.

It turns out that this is a swimming dragon with the strength of the demon king. It's just a painting, which reminds people of the Dragon King of the Mohai Sea back then.

So what kind of person should be in charge of such a painting?

"Master Dong!" The cultivators were pleasantly surprised, but they didn't expect this painting mound to open and attract this one. Yes, how could he not know such a big thing!

Taishi is one of the three dukes, and has a very high status in the imperial court of Longzhou Great Xia, and ordinary great monks are not qualified to serve as it, so he has to be a Cunzài who is at the top of this world.

The Taishi of this generation is this old man surnamed Dong, who was also born as a painter, and claims to have a collection of "100 volumes of strange paintings", each of which has amazing power, and Fang Cai's "Wandering Dragon" is just one of them.

Just as the two schools of Buddhism and Taoism respect the left and right national teachers, the disciples of painters all over the world respect this Dong Taishi.

The White Camel Sand King didn't say a word, only the wind and sand shouted, and the sand dunes were like waves, rushing towards the cultivators.

Mrs. Dong smiled slightly, stretched out his hand and unfolded a picture scroll, the ink marks in the painting were dripping, and the bamboo forest was dashing, but they all bent down deeply. In the painting, a gust of wind blows against the wind and sand, blowing away the sand dunes.

This painting is called "Bamboo Wind Map", and it is not bamboo, but wind!

The White Camel Sand King suddenly turned around, looked at the end of the world from afar, frowned deeply, so he collected the wind and sand, turned around and walked down the sand dune.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and admired Dong Taishi's methods even more, even this white camel sand king could force back.

Taishi Dong was followed by several young men and women, all of whom were full of noble spirit, and praised one after another at this time:

"The master is really powerful, he restrains the wind and sand with the breeze, and this white camel sand king has no choice but to retreat. ”

"The master is a dignified master, and the enemy of the master is the enemy of Daxia, and he is willing to retreat only if the master makes a move, and the character of this white camel sand king is really stubborn, just like the legend. ”

As for the others, they were not even qualified to praise, so they came forward to bow their hands and thank them, and their faces were careful.

Master Dong stroked his long beard and said humbly: "We are all sealed by Great Xia, we can be regarded as ministers of the same dynasty, and the status is also different, he is just selling me face." ”

"The master is in the center of Longzhou, and the White Camel Sand King is just a demon king, and I heard that he is also colluding with the rebellious Great Banyan Tree King, how can it be compared?" said an arrogant young man, who had survived the second heavenly tribulation and had his own proud capital.

"Don't talk nonsense! after all, this is someone's territory, and if you annoy him, it's not good for everyone. ”

Mrs. Dong reprimanded twice, but the smile on his face did not disappear.

At this time, the mirage in the air became clearer and clearer, and the landscape figures, flowers, birds, fish and insects evolved from the ink color, which was the painter's wonderful method, and even Dong Taishi was amazed in his heart when he saw it, that the five peerless immortals were really amazing and brilliant characters, and they could interpret the painting to such a course, if they could enter it to get a glimpse, it would definitely be of great benefit to his practice.

"Master, the painting mound is about to open, what are these people going to do?" the arrogant young man pointed casually, his face full of disgust, as if looking at a group of uninteresting leper dogs.

"Master, let's retreat!" said the inquisitive.

"The opening of the mound is a grand event for our painters, everyone has come from thousands of miles away, how can the old man just drive everyone back? Whether or not you can enter the mound depends on their own chances, not to see the strength or weakness of the dignity, you might as well wait a little longer. But if you're not a painter, let's leave!"

Dong Taishi waved his hand, and nearly a hundred cultivators hurriedly dispersed, leaving behind all of them painter disciples, praising Dong Taishi's magnanimity, hoping that he could become the lucky one who entered the painting mound.

Master Dong smiled slightly, few people knew that this news was spread by him, and the purpose was to gather the disciples of the painter and prepare to establish a large sect similar to the Lingguo Temple, which could be both the head of a family and the head of a sect.

With such turmoil in the world, the Great Xia Dynasty is crumbling, and the position of a single Taishi is no longer strong enough.

And when the mound is opened, who can compete with him?

In order to get this news from Prince Xiqing, he sacrificed a scroll of strange paintings and would never allow others to touch them. However, Chu Danqing, who was full of blue blood Danqing, didn't come, thinking that without the support of Li Qingshan's demon, he didn't dare to come!

Just as he was thinking, his eyes froze, and a white figure stood on the sand dunes where the White Camel Sand King had left, wearing a moon-white monk's robe fluttering in the evening breeze, but with long hair that reached to the ground. Even if the face is expressionless, it is also amazing, but it is inlaid with a pair of terrifying eyes.

If the White Camel Sand King is like this desert, there is still vitality and hope under the indifferent appearance. Countless creatures survive in the desert, and dark rivers swell under the dunes, ready to turn into an oasis at any moment. He has also served as a guide countless times, giving people hope in the midst of storms.

There was silence in her eyes, not to mention that this desert, even if there were only hungry ghosts of the deceased, seemed too noisy in her eyes, there was too much senseless greed, resentment, and hope, and she would ruin it with great compassion.

Master Dong didn't know when she came, even if she saw it with her own eyes, she couldn't feel any breath, but she suddenly remembered a term - Buddha enemy!

couldn't help but change his face greatly, and he immediately understood why the White Camel Sand King retreated. But he was unwilling to retreat, and said: "Daoyou is ......."

Before she finished speaking, her figure disappeared, and a voice without sorrow or joy sounded in her ears: "Four Divisions. ”

Dong Taishi suddenly felt that he couldn't move, and his mana was difficult to operate, but his stunning face was already close at hand, and the bone-white sword blade stabbed straight into his chest.

The White Camel Sand King at least opened her mouth to warn, but she did not hesitate to start the slaughter. (To be continued......)