Legend of the Great Sage

At the moment of entering the painting, Li Qingshan saw a white world, unable to distinguish the sky from the ground, it seemed boundless, but also seemed narrow like a cage, knowing that he was trapped in the painting.

Frowning subconsciously, he found that he couldn't move, and couldn't even do the simplest movements. What made him happy was that he was still able to mobilize his demonic energy, activate his innate supernatural powers, and immediately exert the power of the bull demon shock, trying to kill him from the inside. The picture scroll was torn to shreds.

On the drawing paper, black ink marks spread out from his body, intertwined into the shape of cracks, and then quickly disappeared chapters of the novel.

In this painted world, his most destructive supernatural powers become a non-threatening animation display. The laws of the world's operation, and even the way of self-existence, have been fundamentally changed, and a new rule has been introduced.

It is conceivable that even if the fire of the phoenix is ​​used, the painting will never be burned, at most there will be a group of ink marks like flames to indicate burning.

"Could this be the so-called two-dimensional? This doesn't feel very good!" Li Qingshan, who was in trouble, didn't panic, but had a wonderful sense of novelty, and was amazed by this wonderful trick.

Mo Yu looked at the Beiyue in the painting with great satisfaction, nothing is more joyful than seeing his enemy turned into such a small painting, he looked far away to the west, Gu Yanying in the Wind and Rain Pavilion.

Yanying, did you see it? I won this battle! Although you are the smartest woman I have ever met, you can't predict everything.

Beiyue's speed was too fast, Mo Yu was not sure that he could be involved in the painting, and it took him a long time to seize the opportunity to secure the victory in one fell swoop

Li Qingshan quietly inspected this white world, and gradually realized that this color is not pure white, but slightly yellowed, like an ancient painting that has experienced years.

"Hey, isn't this nonsense? This is a painting!"

He cursed in his heart. Suddenly found that in this white world, there are some white shadows. Compared with the surrounding yellow environment, it looks whiter, and it can be vaguely distinguished that it is a bird standing on the bamboo.

"Could this be something from a previous painting? A bird. Bamboo..." Li Qingshan suddenly remembered the black bamboo flute played by Mo Yu. , not trapped, but he is a painting! So it is, so it is!"

"It's no wonder that he can withstand my attacks repeatedly. It is said that with my current strength and the lethality of the Bull Demon's shock, any monster commander will be smashed into a pulp. But he can be safe and sound. Not to mention his The original shape is a crow, it is better to say it is a mass of ink marks, there is no flesh and bones,

The brain and the heart don't matter. Even if the body is shattered, it can be healed again! "

Li Qingshan thought of this trick, but it didn't seem to help him much. Now is not the time to think about the content of the painting, but how to get out of the painting. First, let yourself move.

It's nothing more than two-dimensional, it has to be animation anyway!

But when he wanted to move his body with infinite strength, he felt that his muscles and bones were firmly held in place by an omnipresent force, and he couldn't even contract his muscles.

The only good thing is that Mo Yu said that he would bring him back to Mohai and hand it over to the Dragon King. It seems that this painting scroll only has the function of sealing the town, but it cannot attack the objects of the town outside the painting. resemblance.

This is also a matter of course, otherwise the scroll would be so strong that it would be against the sky. As long as Mo Yu moved behind the opponent and took a scroll while he didn't have it, wouldn't even the demon king be slaughtered by him?

He didn't know that Mo Yu was also hesitating at this moment. As the scroll was his natal object, he would naturally be able to enter the painting and launch an attack, but the strength that Bei Yue had just shown left him with lingering fear.

Li Qingshan would not obediently let others deal with him, he silently mobilized the power of the spirit tortoise, and began to analyze the scroll.

There were round and round ripples on him in the painting, and he disappeared on the edge of the painting paper. Gradually, he realized that the confinement did not come from the painting scroll, but from himself, and he was not quite "adapted" to painting. Chinese life. This adaptation is not a habit, but an understanding of the law.

Huh, what is this?

"Give up, all struggles are in vain, today is your death day."

Mo Yu's eyes were as black as ink, her voice was hoarse and full of dead silence. At the same time, using the two great talents of death gaze and death curse, he decided to weaken Beiyue off-screen first. If he can extinguish his will to survive, that would be the best.

Li Qingshan's sluggish eyes turned abruptly, facing Mo Yu, he also saw the world outside the painting. He blinked first, then his whole face became vivid, showing a disdainful expression, his lips opened and closed:

"Mo Yu, don't waste your efforts in vain. I thought you were some kind of monster. It turned out to be just a ball of ink. This is your last move! Hey, how difficult is it to get out of this painting?"

Mo Yu was startled, he didn't expect him to adapt so quickly, and immediately dismissed the idea of ​​entering the painting. Although the world in the painting is his home field and can suppress him in various ways, he really doesn't want to fight Beiyue anymore, so he should take it back to Mohai to deal with it!

"Stop uttering wild words, do you think that if you adapt to the rules in the painting, you can escape from the painting?"

"There are many ways to escape, let's try this one first!"

Suddenly a broken sword appeared in Li Qingshan's hand, a sword as black as ink, his body also moved, and he waved lightly at Mo Yu, a sharp sword aura came out through the paper.

"This is!"

Mo Yu was not afraid of punching Li Qingshan's fist hard, but when he saw this sword energy, his face changed, and he quickly turned his head to avoid it. But in a hurry, a sword mark was left on the pale face, and black blood flowed out, which could not heal for a long time.

This black remnant sword is exactly the sword energy stored in Li Qingshan's body from refining the "Three Jueshu". Originally it was just a sword energy, but Li Qingshan who was in the painting could hold it in his hand and wield it as a real sword.

When analyzing this scroll, Li Qingshan accidentally found a familiar imprint, which is the imprint left by the painter. This scroll and "San Jue Shu" came from the same source. A broken sword with sword energy.

One blow worked, Li Qingshan laughed loudly, and the broken sword in his hand danced into ink marks, like a well-made ink animation, and the sword energy shot out.

Every time a sword qi leaves the paper and becomes a real sword qi, Li Qingshan has a clearer mind. Although it is a bit sudden to be sealed from the third dimension into the second dimension, it is not necessary to escape from the second dimension. is an impossible thing.

Now he understands at least three things: First, the ink feather should be drawn by the Immortal Wujue, so it will be restrained by the broken sword in his hand. In this way, is it possible that the Dragon King Mo Hai is also in the painting?

The second is that as long as this scroll is completely destroyed, Mo Yu can be severely injured. If you can refine this scroll and even have a chance to control him, this scroll can be called a magic weapon, and it can even be used to blackmail the Dragon King Mo Hai. The chances are not great.

The third is that the Five Absolute Immortals have exploded. No wonder Brother Niu would export his praise when he saw the fragments of the "Three Absolute Books" at the mere spiritual level.

Sword Qi burst out one after another, and Mo Yu looked extremely embarrassed. As long as he was locked by the sword intent, the sword Qi would track him endlessly, and he could only resist but not dodge. If it were other monster commanders, it would not be a big deal to block these sword qi, but he was restrained by this sword qi, and every sword qi fell on his body would be a scar.

So he fell into a dilemma. He was outside the painting and could not attack Beiyue directly. All his attacks fell into the scroll and would be converted into ink by the scroll. This is the rule set by the painter to protect his own painting. After all, This painting is not used to seal down the enemy. Unless there is a force that can exceed this law, but that will directly destroy the scroll itself, which is unacceptable to Mo Yu.

If the scroll was rolled up, the scroll would be torn apart in a short while, allowing Beiyue to escape. Mo Yu knew how the original "San Jue Shu" was torn into many copies.

He could only hope that the broken sword in Beiyue's hand would run out of strength, and immediately roll up the scroll, bring it back to Mohai, and hand it to the Dragon King for disposal.

As he continued to swing, the remnant sword in Li Qingshan's hand became shorter and shorter, and finally only a section of the hilt was left. After all, it was just a condensed stream of sword energy, not endless.

Before Mo Yu could breathe a sigh of relief, Li Qingshan took out another volume of the real "Three Absolute Books", and the broken sword in his hand immediately returned to its original shape, becoming more solid and sharp. As long as his spiritual energy is not exhausted, he can Keep waving until the scroll is cut and torn.

"Oops!"

Mo Yu also understood who killed his subordinates and took away the "San Jue Shu" when he was performing martial arts in Jiufu. Thinking of Gu Yanying's warning, she let Bei Yue go and left.

But thinking of Beiyue's ridicule, his heart sank, he also took out a volume of "Three Absolute Books", and jumped into the painting.

The uncontrolled picture scroll fluttered down towards the lake. In the wind and rain pavilion, Gu Yanying's eyes were like eagles, gazing at the scene in the painting. They each held an ink sword to start a fierce battle, and groups of ink marks danced drippingly. Walking on the yellowed paper, their figures sometimes overlap and sometimes separate.

Mo Yu is naturally better at understanding the rules of the painting than Li Qingshan, and he can use the scroll to suppress Li Qingshan. This is where he dared to jump into the painting, and he easily gained the upper hand.

Si Bao kept turning her head, trying to see the front of the scroll clearly, "Sister, who will win?"

Gu Yanying sighed: "The winner has been decided!"

The picture scroll fluttered with the night wind, and finally couldn't bear the pull of gravity, and when it was about to fall into the water, Mo Yu suddenly escaped from the painting, covered in scars, frowning, the ink sword in his hand was missing, and he covered it with one hand. Holding onto his chest, he grabbed the painting scroll with one hand and shook it vigorously. Li Qingshan was thrown out of the painting, with a volume of "San Jue Shu" in his mouth, and a volume of "San Jue Shu" in his left hand.

Mo Yu immediately spread her black wings, trying to get away, her hands tightened, and when she turned around, she saw Li Qingshan was grabbing the scroll on the other side.

Mo Yu roared: "Let go!"

Li Qingshan smiled and said: "Don't even think about it!" (To be continued...)