Legend of the Great Sage

\u003eBy igniting 30% of the creatures in this world, we can basically suppress the ghost tower...

This is the result of her calculations, but once she starts doing this, the remaining 70% of the creatures will inevitably react violently. The Big Banyan Tree King has occupied the land of the six states, and he wants to become the god of the nine states, so he will definitely resist with all his strength. It would be better to burn it completely.

The Big Banyan King's body is huge and its branches and roots are intertwined. It is almost invincible in Kyushu, but it happens to be restrained by the Buddha-Slaying Sword, so it shouldn't be too difficult to solve. With his deduction ability, he should be able to realize this.

I hope he can go all out and win the ghost tower. Otherwise, when Qingshan comes back, he will be furious.

But even if he is angry, he must do this!

Because she can't leave until he comes back.

In the ancient temple deep in the mountains, the red leaves flutter and fall all over the steps.

"This is the painted tomb!"

Chu Danqing stood in front of the temple, filled with wonder in his heart. When he suddenly looked back, he was shocked to find that she was standing silently behind him. She was dressed in moon-white monk clothes that perfectly matched the scenery of the ancient temple, but her expression never matched any scenery. The weirdly twisted long sword is even more inexplicably unpleasant to the scenery.

"The promise I made with Qingshan has been fulfilled, and you have also obtained Master Dong's Hundred Volumes of Wonderful Paintings. There are many dangers in this painting tomb, so you'd better get out!"

"Jie Jie, you kid is talking big words. How can such a bad place be so dangerous? Wait until you see that fake dragon and kill him a few more times, and you will know who is dangerous." Xian Qiu Sword Soul burst out with a sharp and strange smile. , completely breaking the quiet atmosphere around him.

Chu Danqing's expression changed drastically, and Xiao An flicked his finger on the edge of the sword. Immortal Abandoned Sword Soul immediately stopped talking.

"The promise will not be complete until you safely leave the painted tomb."

"Then...okay!" Chu Danqing walked up the stairs, stepping on the red leaves.

Xiao An followed closely behind. When she stepped onto the first step, the steps suddenly dispersed like clouds of smoke. The red maple trees on both sides really burned with a roar, and the raging flames rolled toward her.

Only then did Chu Danqing realize that everything around him was actually a painting. The flame was very close to him, but he didn't feel any heat at all. Instead, his blood felt faintly hot and boiling, which was very comfortable.

Just one step away are two worlds.

He couldn't help but stop and look back worriedly.

Xiao An stood steadily in the void, his face expressionless, as if he hadn't heard anything.

The light of the Immortal Abandoned Sword zigzagged around, and the surrounding scenery immediately shattered, unable to touch her even a bit.

Xian Qijian was originally the master of the sword tomb. The way of the sword is also a way of killing. Whether it is destructive or lethal, it is far beyond what the painted tomb can match.

"I don't need your protection, I beg you, Xiao An, please get out!"

Chu Danqing's face was full of bitterness and he bowed his hands. But it was to protect this painted tomb. Every flower and tree here is a famous painting. To be torn apart so mercilessly was really heartbreaking for him.

Xiao An remained silent and had no intention of quitting.

The tomb of paintings stirred up, and more scenery joined the attack, but they were all shattered by the Immortal Abandoned Sword.

"Oh, I'm afraid of you!"

Chu Danqing did not dare to stay any longer and ran forward with all his strength. Xiao An followed him slowly and slowly. The Xian Qi Sword tore apart all obstacles and opened up a hole.

Deep in the Zen room. The flowers and trees are deep, covering the snow-white painted wall, and the ink dragon is about to fly.

Chu Danqing saw it from a distance and shouted loudly: "Master!"

"Jie Jie, this old blind man, why not kill him!"

The Immortal Abandoned Sword Spirit smiled strangely, and Xiao An put it away. In front of the painting wall, the surrounding scenery suddenly stabilized and stopped attacking her crazily.

Chu Danqing prostrated himself in front of the painting wall, and Mo Long lowered his head, as if staring at him, but there was only blank space in his eyes. The ink color all over his body was very light. Although Mo Hai's battle did not damage his body, it still caused a considerable impact.

He said in a deep voice: "Danqing, you're here." He raised his head and looked at Xiao An: "What do you have to say?"

"There's only one question. Will you still be our enemy after you escape?"

Xiao An held down the Buddha-killing Sword again, to save an enemy in order to fulfill his promise,

Li Qingshan would do that kind of thing, but she wouldn't. Besides, if Chu Danqing can safely enter and leave the tomb, the promise has been fulfilled.

"It turns out that this is your real purpose!"

Chu Danqing stood up, blocked in front of the painting wall, and glared at her.

"Danqing, retreat." Mohai Dragon King commanded majestically.

"Yes, Master!" Even though Chu Danqing was unwilling, he could only push it aside.

"If I say I won't, will you believe me?" Mo Hai Dragon King asked.

"Fellow Taoist disdain to lie, even if it is a lie, it will still count." Xiao An said.

"So, you want to coerce me into agreeing not to be your enemy anymore?"

There was a roar, and a thunder pierced the sky, and layers of dark clouds gathered together, and a heavy rain was about to come.

Chu Danqing was extremely anxious. He knew that his master was aloof and arrogant and would never be intimidated by others. However, under such circumstances, he could never be the opponent of this "Buddha's Enemy". He did not expect that despite all his hard work, his master would not be killed.

"Common matters of life and death cannot be said to be forced. The Dragon King can choose at will, but I still hope to avoid a battle."

"Why?"

"If I kill you, your disciple will definitely take revenge. I will have to kill him, but he is Qingshan's friend. If it is not a last resort, I would not do it." In fact, there is another reason. Paintings cannot be "eaten".

The Dragon King of Mohai was silent for a while, only the dark clouds were gathering thicker and thicker.

Four eyes facing each other, one pair is blank, the other is empty and silent; the blank has a heart, but the blank is truly heartless;

Since you have a heart, you can't help but care, such as this disciple who is always ready to fight for him, such as flying into the sky and traveling around the world in his dream.

Being ruthless is almost detached. The person is in the painting, but the heart is outside the painting. Those words don’t even seem like a threat, but the incarnation of a certain rule.

The Dragon King of Mohai sighed: "If Li Qingshan says this to me, I will fight him again no matter what!"

"Qingshan wouldn't say such things."

"I will never be your enemy again."

Xiao An nodded slightly, slashed the painted tomb with his sword, and was about to leave.

"Wait a minute, I originally wanted to give this painting to Qingshan as a thank you gift, but now I want to give it to you."

Chu Danqing looked at her deeply and handed over a scroll of paintings.

Unfolding the scroll, Xiao An's expression moved slightly, like ripples across the lake, and his eyes focused on the painting without blinking.

It turned out that it was a portrait of Li Qingshan, standing there casually with his waist in his waist, his long black hair disheveled, and a bright and proud smile on his lips. Although it does not contain any magic power and is just an ordinary painting, Chu Danqing put all his efforts into it, making it lifelike and lifelike, as if a real person was standing in front of him.

"I hope you won't forget him!"

Xiao An came back to his senses, responded casually, threw down a pile of scrolls, and disappeared into the cracks.

Chu Danqing was dumbfounded when he looked at the hundred scrolls of strange paintings on the ground. These were nearly a hundred magical scrolls, yet they were all thrown to him like this. He couldn't help but smile bitterly. Is this a lesson from Qingshan's clear distinction between grudges and grudges?

He breathed a deep sigh of relief and turned to face the painting wall, a paintbrush already in his hand. Put a drop of your hard work into the tip of the pen and point it towards the painting wall.

The pen fell silently, and I clicked twice.

With a bang, the painting wall shattered and the ink dragon flew up.

The tomb of paintings shook violently, and all the scenery turned into rapidly rotating colors in a kaleidoscope, converging towards the frightening dragon.

In this moment, Chu Danqing had exhausted all his energy. In a sudden spin, his figure fell downwards and landed directly on the desert as night fell. He saw a dragon shadow shuttled back and forth among the colorful mirages. Every time Every time it shuttles, it becomes even bigger. At first, the body can be seen, but later, only scales and half claws are visible.

Finally, a huge dragon head poked out from it, followed closely by a slender body, which seemed to be soaked in the brilliance of a mirage, with changing colors and texture in the inky blackness.

A dragon roar resounded through the desert, the ink dragon rose into the sky, and the painted tomb no longer existed, becoming one with him.

The hypocritical thing trapped in the painting can finally travel around the world like a real dragon.

The stone door of Qingxiaodong Mansion is opened.

A ray of moonlight shines into the hollow and dark mountainside, outlining her figure.

The cave that was carefully opened up now seems so crude.

She floated down, unfolded the scroll again, and gently brushed the portrait with her hand.

Despite the mystery of the red face and white bones, there is still an impenetrable color that makes people frown and wet their eyes.

The moonlight is full, and the tears are like rain.

How could we forget him? (To be continued ~^~) R1052