Legend of the Great Saint

At the moment of investing in the painting, Li Qingshan saw a white world, unable to distinguish the sky from the ground, seemed to be infinite, and seemed as narrow as a cage, knowing that he was trapped in the painting.

The unconscious frown found itself immobile and unable to do even the simplest of actions. He was pleased that it was still able to mobilize demons, motivate the genius, immediately exert the power of bull demon shock, and want to tear the scroll from within.

Above the drawing paper, a black ink spread from him, interwoven into a cracked shape and quickly dissipated.

In the world of this painting, he is the most destructive of all, turning into a non-threatening animated display. The way the world operates, and even the way it exists, has been fundamentally changed to introduce a new rule.

As you can imagine, even with the Phoenix Fire, you can never burn the painting, and at most there will be a bunch of ink like a flame to indicate the burning.

“Is this what you call a quadratic? It doesn't feel so good!” Instead of panicking, Li Qingshan, in distress, has a wonderful new sense of wonder and is amazed at this wonderful trick.

Mu Yu looked happily at the northern moon in the painting. There was nothing more painful than looking at his enemies and turning into such a small painting. He looked to the west, Gu Yanshadow in the wind and rain pavilion.

Goose Shadow, did you see that? I won this fight! You're the smartest woman I've ever met, but you can't expect anything.

The North Moon was so fast, Mu Yu wasn't even sure he could get into the painting. It took him a long time to seize the opportunity and lay a victory.

Li Qingshan looked quietly at this white world and gradually realized that the color was not pure white, but slightly yellow, like an ancient painting through the ages.

“Wouldn't that be bullshit? This is a painting! ”

He scolded in his heart and suddenly realized that in this white world, there were some white shadows, more white than the yellowish surroundings, hidden and distinguishable, a bird standing on bamboo.

“Is this from a previous painting? Bird, bamboo...” Li Qingshan suddenly remembered the black bamboo flute played by Mo Yu. “Is that bird a crow? It was Mo Yu who used to be trapped in the painting. No, not trapped, but he was a painting! So it is, so it is! ”

“No wonder he can endure my attacks repeatedly. According to this, with my strength and the killing power of the bull demon shock, any demon who gets tough and has to be smashed into meat and mud, he is safe and sound. It says that his original form is a crow, rather than a cluster of ink marks, there is no fleshbone, the heart of the brain, it doesn't matter, even if the body is shattered, it can be reconciled! ”

Li Qingshan thought of this tip, however, it does not seem to help him much in his plight. This is not the time to want to paint, but how to get out of the painting, you have to let yourself move first.

That's only two yuan. It has to be an animation!

But when he wanted to make an infinite effort to move, he felt like he could not even contract his muscles by being held in place by a ubiquitous force.

The only thing that is fortunate is that Mu Yu said to bring him back to the Dragon King for disposal. It seems that this axis has only the effect of sealing the town, but cannot attack the object of the sealed town outside the painting, which is somewhat similar to the Tower of Demons.

Of course, otherwise, the axis will be strong enough to go against the sky. If Mo Yu moves behind the other party, before he can spare a roll of the axis, won't he let even the demon king slaughter him?

He didn't know that Mo Yu was hesitating at the moment, and this scroll axis, as his true object, naturally allowed him to enter the painting and attack, but the strength shown by the North Moon left him with a palpitation.

Li Qingshan will not be disposed of properly, silently activate the power of the spirit turtle, and start analyzing this scroll shaft.

He spreads a round of ripples on the painting and disappears on the edge of the painting paper. His mind gradually becomes a little more aware. That layer of confinement does not come from the axis of the painting, but from himself. He is not quite "adapted” to the life of the person in the painting. This adaptation is not a habit, but an understanding of the law.

What is this?

“Give up, all struggles are futile, and today is your time to die. ”

Ink feathers have dark eyes, dull voices and dead silence. At the same time, he played the two great gifts of death gaze and death spell, and decided to weaken the North Moon outside the painting first. If he could extinguish his will to survive, it would be best.

Li Qingshan's gaze turned sharply against Mo Yu and saw the world outside the painting. He blinked first, then the whole face was vivid, showing a disdainful look, lips open:

“Mu Yu, don't waste your time. I thought you were some kind of monster. It turns out you're just a piece of ink. This is your last move! Hey, what's so hard about getting out of this painting? ”

Mo Yu's heart was shocked. I didn't expect him to get used to it so quickly. Immediately dismiss the thought of entering the painting. Although the painting world is his home, it can exert all sorts of pressure on him, but he really doesn't want to deal with the North Moon anymore, so take it back to the Ink Sea to dispose of it!

“Don't talk crazy. Do you think you can get out of the picture by adapting to the rules in the picture? ”

“There's a lot of ways to get out of this. Try this first! ”

Li Qingshan suddenly appeared a broken sword, dark as ink, his body also moved, pointed at Mo Yu gently waved, a sharp sword came out through the paper.

“It is!”

Mo Yu was still not afraid of Li Qingshan's fist. When he saw this sword, he changed his face and quickly turned away. Between rushes, however, the pale face left a sword mark, spilling black blood, which could not heal for a long time.

This black broken sword is the one Li Qingshan refined the Three Books, and the sword energy accumulated in his body. After refining it into a sea pearl, the sword energy also became more concentrated. Originally only a sword, Li Qingshan in the painting can hold it in his hand as a real sword to wave.

In analyzing this scroll axis, Li Qingshan accidentally discovered a familiar mark. That was the mark left by the painter. The scroll was actually the same as the Three Books. Naturally, he thought of the broken sword in his body.

One strike worked, Li Qingshan laughed loudly, and the handful of swords danced into an ink mark, as if to make a fine ink animation, the sword qi lasered out.

Whenever a sword qi leaves the paper and becomes a real sword qi, Li Qingshan's heart becomes clear. Although it is a little sudden to be enclosed from three yuan to two yuan, it is not impossible to get away from this second yuan.

Now he understands at least three things: the first is that Mo Yu should be from the pen of the Five Immortals, so that he will be restrained by the broken sword in his hand. So, is it true that King Mo Hailong is also part of the painting?

Second, as long as the scroll shaft is completely destroyed, it can seriously damage Mu Yu. If the scroll shaft can be refined and even have a chance to control him, the scroll can be a magic treasure, and can even be used to blackmail the Dragon King of Mu Hai, but this opportunity is not very great.

Third, the Five Immortals exploded. No wonder Brother Niu saw the "Three Immortals" scrolls at the district psychic level will be exported and appreciated. Of course, the breath is just “this descendant is a little unexpected” kind.

A sword power broke out and Mu Yu looked extremely wolfish. As long as it was locked by the sword intent, the sword power could be tracked indefinitely and could only resist hiding. If it were any other demon handsome, it would be nothing to obstruct these swords, but he was restrained by the sword, and each sword fell on him, which must have been a scar.

So he was in a dilemma, he was outside the painting, he could not directly attack the North Moon. All his attacks fell into the painting volume, which would be converted into ink by the drawing axis. This is the law set by the painter to protect his painting. After all, this painting book is not used to seal the enemies. Unless the power exceeds this rule, that would directly destroy the scroll itself, which Mu Yu cannot accept.

If the shaft is rolled up, I'm afraid it won't take long, the shaft will be torn apart and the North Moon will escape. Mu Yu knew how the original Trinity Book was torn to pieces.

The only thing to look forward to is the North Moon's broken sword depleting its power. Roll up the shaft immediately and bring it back to the Dragon King for disposal.

With the constant wave, Li Qingshan's handicapped sword became shorter and shorter. At the end of the day, there was only one sword handle left. After all, it was only a sword qi condensed, not endless.

Mo Yu didn't have time to relieve himself. Li Qingshan touched another volume of the real "Three Books". The remaining sword in his hand was immediately restored to its original state, becoming more concentrated and sharp. As long as his spirituality was not exhausted, he could wave on and on until the scroll shaft was broken and torn.

“Shit! ”

Mu Yu also understood who killed his subordinates and took the Trinity Book when he was martial arts in Jiufu. Remembering Gu Yanshadow's warning, he let the North Moon go and left.

But remembering the laughter of the Northern Moon, he also took out a volume of "The Three Books" and jumped into the painting.

Uncontrolled scrolls drifted towards the lake surface, in the storm booth, Gu Yan shadow eyes like eagles, staring at the scene in the painting, they each held an ink sword to wage a fierce war, a group of ink marks dancing, swimming on yellow paper, their shadows sometimes overlapped, sometimes separated.

Mu Yu naturally better adapts to the rules of the painting than Li Qingshan. He can use the axis to suppress Li Qingshan. This is where he dares to jump into the painting, and easily take the upper hand.

Baobao kept turning his head and wanted to see the front of the scroll. "Sister, who will win? ”

Gu Yan Shadow sighed: “The victory and defeat have been scored! ”

The painting roll fluttered with the night wind, finally unable to withstand the pull of gravity. As it was about to fall into the water, Mo Yu suddenly emerged from the painting, scarred, frowning, the ink sword in his hand unknown, one hand covering his chest, one hand grabbing the painting axis and shaking hard, Li Qingshan was thrown out of the painting, biting a roll of "The Three Dead Books" in his mouth, holding a roll of "The Three Dead Books" in his left hand.

Mo Yu immediately opened his black wings and tried to get away. His hand was tight. He turned around and saw Li Qingshan grabbing the other drawing shaft.

Mo Yu growled: “Let go! ”

Li Qingshan smiled: "Never!” (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote on recommendations, monthly tickets (qidian.com), and your support is my biggest motivation.)