"What a Buddha!"

Dong Taishi was shocked and angry, feeling the intent of death that he hadn't felt for many years, and the blue robe on his body suddenly swelled, revealing a cold color, and resisting the Buddha-killing sword alive.

It turns out that a long shirt is a picture scroll, painting thousands of years of ice and frozen soil.

Xiao An's sword turned around, the ice shattered, and his clothes were torn!

Dong Taishi Wolf retreated, greatly shocked, his "Han Xuan Painting Clothes" was a defensive treasure, and he couldn't resist her sword!

Swish!

Hundreds of scrolls unfold together, there are not only landscapes and figures, flowers, birds, fish and insects, but also hell ghosts, heavenly wonderland, each painting has its own wonderful use, or for the three heavenly tribulations of the powerful existence zài, or can derive the powerful spell of ice, fire and thunder, changing and intertwining into thousands of colors, thousands of colors.

And the integration of a hundred paintings can form a field of its own and encompass everything.

His strength alone can be worth the joint efforts of dozens of great monks, and the Taishi is the head of the three princes, which is by no means a waste of fame!

The hundred scrolls of strange paintings had just unfolded, and with a brush of blood, all of them disappeared and fell into a blood-colored banner.

"Space magic weapon!" Dong Taishi's face changed.

Xiao An held a sword in his right hand and a flag in his left, still expressionless, as if he had expected it.

A string of skull prayer beads on Hao's wrist flew out, turning into skulls and biting Dong Taishi's whole body, and the sharp teeth quickly tore apart the true qi of the body, and then bit the flesh and blood.

But the strange thing is that no matter how the skeleton demon bites, the injuries on Taishi Dong's body can always heal quickly. And not a drop of blood flowed out, and the samadhi bone fire could not ignite it, as if it were just a fleshless puppet portrait here.

Taishi Dong let the bone demon bite and looked at Xiao An coldly.

At this moment, in the distant Longzhou, there is a self-portrait of Dong Taishi hanging in the deepest part of the Taishi Mansion, which is exactly the same posture and expression, where the skeleton demon bites, the portrait will be damaged a little.

This is the supreme mastery of the painter - the double-in-person of the painting soul!

The soul of the painting is immortal, the substitute is immortal, and the body will not suffer any damage. It is also immune to many specific attacks. Whether it is the Vinaya or the Samadhi, the White Bone Fire is restrained.

The weakest link of the painter is himself, even though he can control many powerful paintings, but if he is broken, he will be empty, so he created such a magical spell. When the enemy wants to win by assassination. and he will be hit on the iron plate alive. but they will fall into a siege.

"It's just a magic weapon. I also want to trap my hundred scrolls of strange paintings, Buddha enemy, I will let you fall here today!"

Dong Taishi urged a hundred volumes of strange paintings. Stirring up a colorful color on the blood flag, it is about to break through.

Xiao An gave up the blood flag, held the hilt of the sword with both hands, a pair of barefoot white and almost transparent, lightly stepped on the yellow sand, but did not leave any traces, and swung the sword again.

This sword is like an antelope hanging on its horns, without a trace, as if it is with heaven and earth, and there is no trace of fierceness.

Dong Taishi frowned, this Buddha enemy's sword path is simply unbelievably strong, all kinds of means can make it powerful and weird, no wonder it can create such a monstrous evil in Pearl City. If it weren't for the soul substitute, I was afraid that I would capsize in the gutter today.

But when he looked at the empty eyes, there was a great horror that could not be described in words, there must be something wrong! If he wanted to retreat and be swallowed by the skeleton demon, it was too late.

The blade of the sword slashed across his neck, and a wisp of blood splattered, burning into a samadhi bone fire in midair.

On the self-portrait in the Taishi's mansion, a hole suddenly opened, no matter how the skeleton demon bit it, it was only the portrait that was damaged, but this cut cut the painting paper and fell on his neck.

"How is this possible?!"

Mrs. Dong's eyes widened, full of disbelief, and the dead silence swallowed his whole body, and he couldn't help but cover his neck with his hands, and fell to his knees like a mortal. desperately wanted to escape from the Yuan Baby, but on the neck of the Yuan Infant in the body, there were the same scars.

Blood spilled from his fingers and fell on the yellow sand, raising a white flame, he tried to raise his head, his beautiful face was still expressionless, and the night wind raised his white clothes and black hair, as if it were death itself.

With a bang, pale flames spread out, enveloping the entire self-portrait and burning to ashes in an instant.

It happened in an instant, and before everyone else could figure out what was happening, they saw Dong Taishi burning, and pale flames gushed out from the seven orifices, and their hearts were filled with horror:

"Master!"

Chu Danqing panted and flew over the sand dunes, exclaiming, "Don't!"

Half a month ago, in order to enter the painting mound to find Li Qingshan to escort him, he learned that Li Qingshan was no longer in this world, and he was disappointed, and he planned to come to Chizhou by himself, but Xiao An took the initiative to take the matter, because this was a promise he made.

There was not a word between them along the way, she was stranger than ever, and her stunning face brought him not attraction but fear, and he could not even sketch a portrait of her in his mind, a blank in vain, as if he could swallow all colors.

A moment ago, she suddenly accelerated and flew away, and he had an ominous premonition in his heart, and he finally caught up, but he happened to see this scene.

Dong Taishi has a very high status in the hearts of the painter's disciples, and Chu Danqing has also copied many of his paintings, if it is not a last resort, he would never be an enemy with him, but he did not expect that she had already killed people.

Xiao An grabbed back the blood flag, spit out a hundred scrolls of strange paintings, and the ownerless thing fell to the ground.

With another wave of his hand, all the cultivators present were swept into a sea of blood. At the same time, he raised his wrist, and the skull rosary rose into the air and flew in all directions.

The surging sea of blood devoured all the cultivators, spitting out only the magic weapons on their bodies.

Those cultivators who were scattered by Master Dong were all killed by the skull rosary hole, burning into clusters of samadhi white bone fires, which were very dazzling in the desert where night was approaching.

So no one survived.

The desert is silent again, only the sound of the wind sighs.

A waning moon rises into the sky at some point, silently opposite the sunset.

Chu Danqing looked at this scene dumbfounded, and asked angrily: "What have you done? Why did you kill them? They are not your opponents at all......

Xiao An suddenly looked back, and his empty eyes stopped all words.

Chu Danqing's heart trembled, and suddenly she had a realization that she would really kill herself, just like killing these people, what connected them was just Li Qingshan's promise!

At this moment, at the intersection of the sunset and the moonlight, the mirage in mid-air suddenly burst out with magnificent colors, ever-changing and beautiful.

The sun and the moon shine together, and the mound opens!

But this magnificent change did not reflect the slightest in her eyes, looking into the depths of the endless night sky, and finally spoke: "You should go in." (To be continued......)

PS: Xiao An reappears, Aoyama is about to return to Kyushu, saying that the dreamer is calling for a monthly pass!