Du Yuan's heart moved, "Teachers, wait for me, maybe I have a way!"

After speaking, he didn't explain, he took back the Precious Immortal Sword first, and then took out the Seven Treasures Exquisite Pagoda from his arms and put it on the warm table, and with a twist of his wrist, he activated the heart of the tower, and the golden ring burst out, and he threw himself into the tower-

There was no one on the ground floor of the tower, and it was surprisingly quiet. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Du Yuan shouted and climbed up the stairs - fortunately, the space on the second floor accommodated a room of people, and everyone was there.

It's just quiet, sitting or standing, all watching a person perform.

Red Sleeves saw Du Yuan and pressed his index finger to his lips to signal quiet. The latter looked blindfolded, what is this doing?

The only performer was Wu Daozi, who had his back to everyone and was concentrating on the tower wall.

The Tang Dynasty painting saint in a state of creation swept away the decadent state, and the entire decrepit body was marked as straight as a ruler. He carried a ruler in his hand, and his pen was like flying, swimming like a frightened snake on the pink bone wall, leaving countless unrestrained lines wherever he passed.

I don't know where this work started and how long it took to paint...... Du Yuan turned around and looked around, the circular tower wall had actually been laid out in a full circle, and it was now in the finishing stage.

So he also held his breath and watched quietly.

But in that painting, the 360-degree sea is full of waves, and the waves are turbulent and churning in the distance, and the distance is reckless and misty, and it is impossible to see the whole way. Whether it is the peak or the bottom of the valley, the waves are completely sparkling, squinting your eyes to feel, it seems that there is a strong force hidden in it, and it can be surging at any time......

When the last stroke was completed, Wu Daozi put away his pen and retreated, and suddenly opened his mouth and bit the middle finger of his left hand, and dark red blood suddenly gushed out.

He pointed the tip of the brush in his right hand at the blood beads, and his wrists trembled, and the blood beads seemed to be pulled away, flying out of his body, rolling and levitating in idling, refracting a strange ghostly light.

Lao Wu shouted, and the true qi spurted out from the dantian, directly suppressing the blood bead to the wall in an instant, not biased or oblique, right in the middle of the wave!

With the crimson blood spots as the center, a shocking dark red quickly spread, and the arc-shaped wave suddenly turned alive, leaning over and slapping down-boom!

The room was startled, and Aya and Sakura Miyamoto even screamed.

The blood-colored waves did not rush out of the wall, but just fell blatantly like a three-dimensional movie around the screen, this slap seemed to activate the entire wall painting, and every wave surged, one after another, the waves rumbled, so lively!

"Adu," Li Jing attached himself to the night owl's body, flapping his wings and landing on Du Yuan's shoulder, "You came back just in time, quickly sacrifice the Immortal Sword-"

"Sacrifice, how to sacrifice, pull it out, right?"

"Stupid, of course it's a blood sacrifice!" Li Tianwang couldn't help these cultivators, so he immediately stretched out his claws, pulled out the Immortal Sword from Du Yuan's back, and swayed it lightly on his shoulder, and drew a bloody mark.

"Emma, what are you doing!" The skin injury was not serious, but it was enough to scare Du Yuan.

Li Jing ignored him, threw the long sword in his claws into the air, and at the same time recited the words: "Shangze is like an edict, and the law is ordered to come out." Restart the Seven Treasures and return the Ghost King. The instrument of the second floor of the town hall of the Linglong Pagoda quickly connected to the main divine consciousness of the tower——"

The long sword was still in the air, and when he heard this, he suddenly had a spirituality, so he stopped falling and was suspended in mid-air, the sword body buzzed, and a clear light rippled out.

Suddenly, the wisps of blood on the blade of the sword converged into a single note, which was suddenly magnified a thousand times, and a large head with a cloak arched from the inside!

"Wow-" The crowd exclaimed again.

This head looks like a woman, but its face is hideous and terrifying, and the messy hair on the back of the head is not hair, but is composed of countless tiny poisonous snakes, one by one winding and wriggling, and the poisonous core is non-stop, which makes people get goosebumps all over their bodies!

Fahai kicked his eyes, "Demon!" Due to historical reasons, he couldn't see all kinds of snakes and demons the most, and he was about to sacrifice the golden bowl when he got up, but he forgot that the golden bowl was still there in the red sleeves.

The Gorgon's tightly closed eyes suddenly opened, and the essence light instantly exploded, and he blatantly cast a petrification technique.

Fahey's whole body suddenly stiffened, his hands and feet were paralyzed, and even his tongue was knotted - only his cheeks trembled in disbelief.

Li Tianwang hurriedly shouted, "Now that you have returned to your position, you are not ambushed?" You have been wandering outside the tower for a long time, and you are deeply polluted with anger, remembering your meritorious work in protecting the tower in the past, today I specially invite the painting saint to reproduce the turbid world and the bitter sea, and cleanse your fierce soul!"

As soon as these words came out, Wu Daozi seemed to get a signal, immediately rolled up his sleeves, raised his brush, and ran quickly around the tower wall. Just looking at the legs and feet, it really doesn't look like an old man.

The tip of the pen in his hand did not touch the wall, but everywhere he passed, there were raging waves, and a strong yin wind was blowing in the room.

If it was a 3D movie just now, now it's somatosensory VR.

What's even more terrifying is that between the trough and wave peaks that surround the four walls, countless dense heads suddenly surged, three points like a human and seven points like a ghost, one by one screaming and screaming, and the tone was breathtaking.

The snake-haired ghost king's face changed, and all the twisted little snakes on his head suddenly opened, almost like an angry chrysanthemum!

Whew-

She also let out a shrill hiss, and the sound waves visible to the naked eye spread out in a circle, instantly sinking into the four walls.

Suddenly, as if boiling oil was pouring in, the sea surface made a crisp sound of popping beans, and it became enthusiastic and jubilant! Those who were killed in the water shook their upper bodies one by one, as if they wanted to break through the wall.

With a stroke of his pen, Wu Daozi pulled out a huge circle, driving the blood-colored waves to suppress. Fahai also recovered from his paralysis, clasped his hands together and reverently chanted the solemn mantra of praying for light.

The two work together, and the art and Buddhism become one, and the fog on the sea surface is broken into a crack. The scorching sun flickered, projecting the dazzling golden light onto the restless sea, the majestic blood color was steaming, and the alternating waves carried a strict formation, and they launched a round of destruction-

Boom, boom, boom......

The army of heads floating in the sea of bitterness finally disappeared and sank to the bottom again. Little by little, the sea water purifies and gradually turns blue.

The level of yin wind in the tower dropped suddenly, and the shrill whistle had disappeared.

The gorgon-haired ghost king floating in mid-air seemed to be unwilling, shaking his hair wildly and wailing in pain.

Ding-Red Sleeves didn't know when to take out the bowl bell and shook it at the right time.

This crisp bell, like a tranquilizer, suddenly pierced everyone's minds. The audience stopped being frightened, and the Medusa stopped swaying......

Li Tianwang glared at the night owl's exclusive big ring eyes, and shouted in his old smoke, "Wonderful! still not in place?!" After saying that, his wings fluttered, and the entire tower wall spun rapidly—the ground didn't move, only the walls moved.

At first, the mural slows down and only follows the slow movement of the wall, but gradually the two tend to synchronize, and the turbulent waves are torn apart by the whirling force, turning into a huge whirlpool that washes the wall repeatedly.

The Ghost King seemed to be in pain, closing all his snake hair to block his facial features, leaving only a moan of pain. The floating Immortal Sword also buzzed non-stop, as if it suddenly had something to say.

"It's now, release your divine sense and lock the sword body!" Lao Li grabbed Du Yuan's shoulder with his eagle claws.

The latter hurriedly sent out a ray of divine consciousness, wrapped the restless long sword in the air, and compressed it with all his might!

Zheng –

The Snake-Haired Ghost King suddenly turned into a cloud of red smoke, swept in reverse, attached to Du Yuan's divine sense, and pressed into the sword body together.

The walls stopped turning, and the sea surface in the mural was as calm as a large lake with no waves. The blue sky is like a wash, and the sunlight reflects sparkling spots on the water.

Everything went into a silent movie, everything was silent, and even the warm sea breeze was tiptoeing through the room.

The restless sword calmed down, hesitated for a few seconds, and finally fell gently in free fall—landing on the ground without a sound.

"It's done?" Du Yuan was shocked.

"It's done!" Li Jing was very sure.

The former tiptoed forward, just about to lean over to grab the sword - who knew that as soon as he moved this thought, the sword suddenly burst into the air with a choking sound, and flew into the air again, surrounding Du Yuan for three turns, Fang Shi returned to the front, the tip of the sword was lowered three feet downward, and he bowed up and down nine times in a row.

Finally, it fell a few feet above the ground, just suspended quietly, and there was no longer any abnormal movement.

"What does this mean?!" Du Yuan Khan came down, for fear that the sword would give him a blow to his chest.

"Confess the Lord. Fahai helped Li Jing explain, "Congratulations to Du Xiaojushi. As the master of the tower, you must let the immortal weapon of the town tower recognize the master in order to drive the maximum power. You're lucky today, so many people are here to help you. ”

"Really?" Du Yuan was surprised and delighted, and turned his face to ask Li Jing on his shoulder.

"Hehe, it's not true, just try it. Now, now you think it's a skateboard, step on it and try it-"

This...... Du Yuan was skeptical, and tentatively raised his right foot to step on the inch-wide sword body, not to mention, it was quite strong. Fu changed his center of gravity and lifted his left foot up.

A sturdy man of about 1.8 meters stood on a suspended long sword with his whole body, and he didn't let the latter lower a bit. Du Yuan smiled and crooked his mouth, "What's the use of this? Could it be that like the legendary sword immortal, he can fly with a sword in the air and step on the blade?"

As soon as he said this, the long sword under his feet swooped out!

Du Yuan was unprepared, and as soon as his body was crooked, he was about to fall backwards - unexpectedly, the long sword was extremely spiritual, and the end of the hilt automatically turned upward, turning the master upside down......

It's hilarious. Du Yuanzhen was like stepping on a magnetic levitation skateboard, flying up and down in the tower, which was dazzling. I only heard his voice ringing in different corners, "Oh, I'm...... How to stop...... Left...... Oh no, ...... to the right Don't hit the wall!"

Seeing that he was in a hurry, he circled seven or eight times in the air and went straight to the tower wall, painting the saint Lao Wu smiled slightly, and waved his arm towards him, where the tip of the pen in his hand was pointing, a bang seemed to break some kind of invisible barrier - Du Yuan immediately closed his eyes and screamed and hit his head!

The tragedy did not happen, and when he opened his eyes again, he found himself flying over the vast expanse of the sea......

The Immortal Sword under his feet was very stable, and the sea breeze that crossed his fingers was extremely real, and there was a slight damp and fishy smell. Compared to the inside of the tower, it is extremely wide. He tried to adjust his mind and communicate with the touch of divine consciousness in the sword - his eyes suddenly lit up, and he instantly cut into the perspective of the fairy sword.

At this moment, he felt that he was the sword, and the sword was himself!

I am flying in the sky with my own back, free and free, and soaring at will.