Legend of the Great Saint

Kyushu World

The fluctuating sand dunes are bright red, stretching straight to the end of the world, making it clear why this is called Qizhou.

A mirage suddenly appeared over the desert, in two colors, black and white, but it turned into a magnificent landscape. Gives you the feeling of a thousand worlds in it.

This deserted silence brings together nearly a thousand practitioners, from the weak alchemist to the mighty Brother Golden Dan, who look up to the mirage in the sky and watch out for each other.

Not long ago, the news of the opening of the tomb spread and contained the exact time and place, sparking a wave of shock among the disciples of painters from all over the world, rushing into the desert.

There are also practitioners who are not painters who want to take advantage of their luck. Mitsukamoto puts more emphasis on the edge of the machine. Perhaps they can get into the tomb, even though it is worth taking one or two pieces of Fa Bao.

But it is also because of the widespread circulation of this matter, no one dares to take the blame easily, but it is generally peace. As for whether there will be a bloody battle at the moment when the tombs really open, it is not known.

The desert suddenly raised sand and the fine gravel was like a mist of fire, blurring the mirage in the sky.

A horrible demon clouded the desert and practitioners looked back in horror, suddenly an elderly man with a hunchback appeared on the eastern dunes, watching them indifferently.

“The White Camel Shah!” Immediately someone called the identity of the old man, provoking greater panic.

“Leave the desert.” The White Camel Sand King's voice is low and dull, as heartless as this desert is.

Someone tried to ask for mercy: "Senior, this is about our painter's inheritance. Please allow some time for us to leave when the tomb opens! ”

“Get out of the desert! ”

The sand became fiercer and heavier, covering the sun.

A dune creeping, like a giant, was about to rise and crush the fool who dared to awaken his dreams.

The practitioners were greatly dismayed, and the demon king on one side could not resist.

Yet mirrors in the sky, though covered by wind and sand, are becoming clearer and clearer, as if they were close by.

The tomb is about to open.

Whether or not to retreat, a clear dragon roar through the heavens and the earth.

“Another demon king?” Practitioners are even more desperate.

The White Camel Sand King slowly raised his head and an inky dragon descended from the sky and landed beneath the mirage of the city.

“White Camel Taoist, they didn't mean to offend you. Why are you cheating on me? ”

A reddish, slightly fat old man shakes his hand and expands a scroll of painting shaft, and the dragon returns to the painting, still swimming.

Turns out this dragon with the power of the demon king is just a painting, reminiscent of the Dragon King.

And what is the existence of a man who can master such a painting?

“Master Dong!” The practitioners surprised each other. I didn't expect the opening of the tomb to attract this one. Yeah, how could he not know such a big thing!

The Tai Shi is one of the three dukes and has a very high status in the Grand Summer Court of Longzhou. Normally, the Grand Master is not qualified to serve. He must be at the top of the world.

This generation of wives is the old man Dong, also from the painter, called the collection of "hundred volumes of wonder paintings”, each volume has amazing power, just one of the "Dragon Dragon Drawings".

Just as the Buddhist Patriarchs were honored by the right and left statesmen, the world painter's disciples were honored by this Master Dong.

The White Camel Sand King did not speak, except for the wind and sand call sign, a dune like a wave, flowing towards the practitioners.

Teacher Dong smiled slightly, reaching out and expanding a painting roll, ink stains in the painting, bamboo forest handsome, but all bent deeply. In the painting, a breeze slowly arrived, withstood the wind and sand, and blew a dune.

This painting is called "Bamboo Wind Map," not Bamboo, but Wind!

The White Camel Sand King suddenly turned back and looked to the end of the heavens and the earth. He frowned deeply, so he took away the wind and sand and turned to walk down the dunes.

Everyone took a sigh of relief and admired Mrs. Dong's means, even this White Camel Sha King could be forced to retreat.

Mrs. Dong followed several young men and women, all of whom were noble, and praised them at this time:

“Master is amazing, with the breeze to restrain the wind and sand, there is nothing this white camel sand king can do, only to retreat. ”

“The Master is the Master of the Hall. If he is the enemy of the Master, he is the enemy of the Great Summer. He must have the Master's hand before he can leave. This White Camel Sand King is also stubborn, just like the legend. ”

As for the others, they are not even qualified to praise, come to pray with your hands and be careful with your face.

Master Dong gently caressed the long beard, humbly said: “We are all sealed by the Great Summer. It is considered to be the same dynasty, and the status is also different, as if he was just selling me face. ”

“Master is in the center of Longzhou. The White Camel Shah King is only a demon king. I hear he collaborates with the rebel Banyan King. How can he compare?” An arrogant young man said that he had survived two days of robbery and had a proud capital.

“Don't talk nonsense! After all, this is his turf. It's not good for everyone to piss him off. ”

Teacher Dong scolded him for two sentences, but the smile on his face did not go away.

At this time, the mirage in the sky became clearer and clearer. Mountain water characters and flower bird fish bugs evolved from the ink. It was the artist's magic. Even Mrs. Dong saw it and was amazed at it. The Five Immortals were truly amazing and stunning characters. It would certainly be of great benefit to him if he could get into one of them.

“Master, the tomb is about to open. What are these people going to do?” The arrogant young man fingered and disgusted as if looking at a bunch of uninteresting skinny dogs.

“Maestro, let's go back!” There was that funny rush.

“The opening of the tomb is a great event for our painters. Everyone is not far away. How can my husband just drive us back? The ability to enter the tombs is entirely on their own merits, not on the basis of the inferiority or weakness, so wait a little longer. But if you're not a painter, leave! ”

Teacher Dong waved, nearly a hundred practitioners hurriedly dispersed, leaving behind all the painter's disciples, and praised Teacher Dong's generosity, only looking forward to becoming the lucky one who entered the painting grave.

Teacher Dong smiled slightly. Few people knew that this news had been spread by him. The purpose was to gather the disciples of painters to build a large gate similar to the Ling Guo Temple. It could be both a family owner and a sect owner.

With such a turbulent world, the Great Summer Dynasty has fallen, and the position of a single master is no longer strong enough.

And when the tomb opens, who can compete with him?

In order to get this information from Prince Qingqing, he sacrificed a roll of wonder paintings, and no one else should touch him. But he didn't come without Li Qingshan's demon, so he wouldn't dare come!

He was looking at his eyes and a white figure stood on the sand dunes from which the White Camel Sand King had left. Once he attacked the Moon White Monk's robe with the evening breeze, he kept his long hair on the ground. A spectacular look with no expression and an amazing set of horrible eyes.

If the White Camel Sand King is like this desert, there is life and hope under its indifferent appearance. Countless creatures survive in the desert, dark rivers float beneath the dunes, ready to turn into an oasis. He has also served as a guide on numerous occasions, giving people hope in the storm.

But in her eyes, there was a silence, not to speak of this desert, even though only the hungry ghost of the dead existed. In her eyes, too much unnecessary greed, resentment and hope would be wiped out with great mercy.

Master Dong suddenly remembered a noun - Buddha Enemy - without knowing when she arrived, even if she saw it with her own eyes, she could not feel any breath!

I couldn't help but see why the White Camel Sand King had retreated. But it was unhappy to ask him to leave. “Daoyou is..."

Before she finished, her figure disappeared, and a sad, heartless voice rang in her ear: "Quarterline. Quoting the Minister.”

Teacher Dong suddenly felt immobile, and the magic power was difficult to run, but the colourful face was close by, bone white sword straight to the chest.

At least the White Camel Sands warned, but she did not hesitate to carry out the massacre.