Legend of the Great Saint Chapter 305: Two and three things about Xiao An · Painting Tomb
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Kyushu World
The rolling sand dunes were bright red, illuminated by the residual sun, and stretched to the end of the world. It is clear why this is called Scarlet Province.
A mirage suddenly appeared in the sky above the desert, obviously only in black and white, but changed into a magnificent picture. Give people a feeling of Great Thousandfold World.
This deserted and dead place brings together nearly a thousand cultivations, from the weak Qi Refining Warrior to the powerful Golden Core cultivator. They are all looking up at the mirage in the sky and guarding each other carefully.
Not long ago, the news that Painting Tomb was about to open spread, and it also contained the exact time and place. It triggered a stormy wave among the disciples of the world ’s painters and rushed to this barren desert.
There are also some cultivation who are not painters who also want to try their luck. Wujuzhizuo originally pays more attention to chance, maybe it can be mixed into Painting Tomb, even if one or two pieces of Magical Treasure is worth it.
But because this matter is widely circulated, no one dares to easily take the black hand, but it is still generally peaceful. As for the moment when Painting Tomb really opens, whether there will be a **** battle will be unknown. Too.
The sand suddenly rises on the desert, and the fine gravel is like a fiery mist, blurring the mirage in the sky.
A horrible Monster Qi instantly enveloped the desert. The cultivation people looked back in fear, and a humpback old man suddenly appeared on the sand dunes in the east, watching them indifferently.
"White Camel Sand King!" Someone immediately called to break the identity of the old man, causing greater panic.
"Leave the desert." White Camel Sand King's voice was low and hoarse, just like this desert heartless.
Someone tried to plead: "Senior, this is related to the inheritance of our painters. Please allow some time. After Painting Tomb opens, we will leave!"
"Leave the desert!"
The wind and sand became more and more violent, covering the sky.
The sand dunes squirmed as if they had become a one by one giant, and were about to stand up and crush the fool who dared to wake up his dream.
The cultivation people were overwhelmed by surprise, and one Monster King was by no means what they could compete with.
However, even if the mirage in the sky is covered by wind and sand, it is getting clearer and clearer, as if it is close at hand.
Painting Tomb will open soon.
When I do n’t know if I want to retreat, the clear Dragon Chant resounds through Heaven and Earth.
"Another Monster King?" cultivation people are even more desperate.
White Camel Sand King slowly raised its head, and an ink-colored dragon descended from the sky and fell below the mirage.
"White Camel Fellow Daoist, they are not intentionally offended, why should you bully the small?"
An old man with a ruddy complexion and a fat figure shakes his hand to unfold a scroll, and Yu Long returns to the painting, still wandering.
It turns out that this Youlong with Monster King strength is just a painting, which reminds people of Ink Sea's Dragon King.
How should the person who is in charge of such a painting exist?
"Dong Taishi!" The cultivation people were pleasantly surprised, but I didn't expect this Painting Tomb to open up this one. Yeah, how could he not know such a big event!
Tai Shi is one of the three males, and has a very high status in Dragon Province Da Xia Imperial Court. Ordinary Great Cultivator is also not qualified to serve. It must be at the top of this world.
This generation of Taishi is the old man named Dong, who was also a painter. He claims to have a collection of "hundred volumes of strange paintings", and each volume has amazing power. One of them.
Just as the Buddhist and Taoist priests respected State Master, the disciples of the world painter respected Master Dong Tai.
White Camel Sand King didn't say a word, only the call of wind and sand, the sand dunes like ocean waves, rushed towards the cultivation people.
Tai Taishi smiled slightly, stretched out his hand and opened a scroll, the ink marks were dripping, the bamboo forest was Xiaoxiao, but they all bent down deeply. In the painting, there was a breeze of Xulai, which resisted the wind and sand and scattered the sand dunes.
This picture is called "Bamboo Wind Map". It is not bamboo but wind!
White Camel Sand King suddenly turned around, looking at the end of Heaven and Earth, frowning deeply, so he closed the sky and turned and walked down the dune.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and even more admired the means of Master Tai, even White Camel Sand King could force back.
Dong Taishi is followed by several young men and women, all of whom are in a noble spirit, at this time they all praise:
"Master is really powerful, and the wind and sand are controlled by the breeze. This White Camel Sand King has no choice but to retreat."
"The master is a great teacher, and the enemy is the enemy, and the Da Xia is the enemy. It is necessary for the master to take action to retreat. This White Camel Sand King is really stubborn, like the legend."
As for the others, they do n’t even have the qualification to praise. They came forward to bow their hands and thank you, with care on their faces.
Dong Taishi caressed the long beard and said humbly: "We are all sealed by Da Xia, which is considered to be the same as the minister, and the status is also different. He just sold me a face."
"Master is in the center of Dragon Province, White Camel Sand King is just a party Monster King, I heard that it is collused with the rebellious Great Banyan Tree King, how can it be compared?" An arrogant young man said, he has spent the second Heavenly Tribulation, and has his own proud capital.
"Do n’t talk nonsense! This is after all the land of others. Annoying him, everyone is not good."
Teacher Dong reprimanded a few words, but the smile on his face did not diminish.
At this time, the mirage in the air became more and more clear, and the landscape characters, flowers, birds, fish, and insects evolved from the ink color. It was the painter ’s magic method. Even Master Tai saw it and marveled in his heart. The five master Immortal was really amazing. The figure of the artist can actually interpret the painting to such a degree that if he can get a glimpse of it, it will be of great benefit to his cultivation.
"Master, Painting Tomb is about to open. What are these people going to do?" The arrogant young man pointed his finger at him with a disgusted face, as if looking at a group of skinny dogs who were not interested.
"Teacher, let's go back!" said that quickly.
"The opening of Painting Tomb is a great event for our painters. Everyone is coming a long way. How can the husband just rush everyone back? Whether they can enter Painting Tomb is based on their own chances, not because they look at their strengths and weaknesses. You may wish to wait a second. But those who are not painters, please leave! "
Tai Taishi waved his hand, and nearly a hundred cultivations quickly dispersed, leaving behind all the painter disciples. He praised the great generosity of Dong Taishi and hoped that he would become the lucky one who entered Painting Tomb.
Dong Taishi smiled slightly, and few people knew that the news of originally was spread by him. The purpose was to gather the disciples of the painter and prepare to build a large sect door similar to Spirit State Buddhist Temple, which can be both a family owner and a sect. metropolitan.
So turbulent in the world, Da Xia Dynasty is crumbling, and the position of a prince alone is not reliable enough.
And when Painting Tomb opens, who can compete with him?
In order to get the news from Si Qing Imperial Prince, he sacrificed a volume of singular paintings and would never allow others to get involved. However, the Chu Danqing with Emerald Blood Painting did not come. I thought it would be without the evildoer/monstrous talent of Lee Qingshan, so I dare not come!
Thinking, his eyes condensed, a white figure standing on the sand dunes where White Camel Sand King left, a moon-white monk robe fluttering with the evening wind, but with long hair. A stunning face, even though it was expressionless and amazing, was inlaid with a pair of terrible eyes.
If 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 the dark river surges under the sand dunes, ready to turn into an oasis at any time. He has also been a guide for countless times, giving people hope in the storm.
In her eyes, there is a complete silence, not to mention that this desert, even if only the dead Hungry Ghost Path, appears too noisy in her eyes, there are too many unnecessary greed, resentment, hope, will be given with great compassion destroy.
Do n’t know when she came, even if she saw it with her own eyes, she could n’t feel any breath, but she suddenly remembered a noun—Buddha's Foe!
I ca n’t help but change my face, and I immediately understand why White Camel Sand King retreated. But he was reluctant to ask him to retreat, saying, "Fellow Daoist is ..."
Not yet finished, her figure disappeared, and the voice of sadness and joylessness rang in her ears: "Quarter. Discipline."
Dong Taishi suddenly felt unable to move, Magic Power was also difficult to run, but that beautiful face was close at hand, bone white sword edge straight into the chest.
White Camel Sand King at least warned, but she did not hesitate to carry out the slaughter. r1152