This six-path impermanence seems to be a mother or other family authority. When the child stole something, she did not beat him or scold him, but asked him patiently and repeatedly whether he had done it and whether he was willing to admit his mistake. It's a pity that the child refuses to repent, and he still keeps talking even though he has clearly done it. She felt sincerely disappointed with this performance.
"Are you...really not afraid of me?" Lord Ruyue looked at him, tilting her face slightly.
"Why am I afraid of you!"
"In that case, I have nothing more to say."
Kisaragi-kun's tone was suddenly cold and sharp, and the abruptness reminded people of the difference between the metaphor and the fact.
-At least the mother doesn't really hurt her child.
Lord Ruyue sighed.
She suddenly took out a scroll from her arms. The painting is not too big, but it will inevitably get a little wrinkled if it is worn so close to the body. She hid this thing very well and it was not taken away. Bai Ya had a premonition in his heart. But before he could react, Lord Ruyue held one side and shook the painting forward. The canvas was completely unfolded and smooth as new.
Above it seems to be the face of Gandharva, the god of incense.
"That, that is - impossible!" Xiang Shen was shocked, "That painting is obviously..."
"In your hands?" Lord Ruyue asked, "When did I say that I only drew one picture?"
The Gandharva narrowed his eyes slightly, slowly put one hand back to the side of the throne, and tightened his grip on the pen with the other hand. It can be seen that he is a little nervous, and now he is trying to calm himself down.
"You can't sway the tiger away from the mountain in front of my eyes." He stared at the painting below, "It's impossible that my blood was used on that painting. And you can't threaten me with an ordinary painting."
"So, the real thing can threaten you?" Jun Aoyan also showed a mocking look.
Bai Ya said calmly: "You should know very well whether the painting she is holding is the one that can threaten you, right? After all, if it is really stained with your blood, you should have discovered the clues of the brushwork long ago, why wait until you get Yun Gui Hao was convinced. Rather, it was surprising that you really dared to let Liu Dao Wuchang get your blood in the first place. It seems that she disguised herself very well, even the eyes of the 'god' could be deceived. And …You’re too conceited.”
"Give it to me." Xiang Shen's voice became more severe, "Otherwise I will break your pen!"
"You know, Yun Guihao is the crystallization of countless souls. Indeed, if you destroy it, there will never be another one like it in the world. But... can you withstand the resentment of these millions of dead souls? "
Kisaragi-kun's tone was terrifyingly calm, as if she really didn't care about the life or death of the pen.
The God of Fragrance suddenly let out an inhuman roar. All of a sudden, all the musicians turned into paper figures swarmed up. Whether it was a beautiful woman as delicate and moving as a mural, or a strange and terrifying orc, they were all crazy, and the musical instruments in their hands immediately turned into a variety of weapons. They carry the wrath of the Incense God, symbolizing his will, coming from all directions, overwhelming.
Jun Aoyan cut off the first person to attack with a sweeping sweep. When they were cut to the point of fatal injury, they turned into a piece of white paper. But these guys are not easy to deal with. They really feel that the paper figures controlled by Gandharvas are indeed more like "human beings" than they are in Qi Huan's hands.
"It's more difficult to deal with. But in the end, they are just a ragtag crowd. The supply of divine power received by each paper man is very limited. Taken alone, he is just an ordinary person with some boxing skills. To deal with such a group of opponents, it is impossible to deal with such a group of opponents. There were more than enough men and women. The hall was filled with the sound of paper being torn, click, click, click. Along with the sound of paper being broken and the paper figures falling one after another, a strange fragrance gradually filled the air.
Through the flying yellow shreds of paper, Bai Ya discovered that the Gandharva had disappeared from the throne at some point. Occasionally, he and Aoyan would be hit hard, perhaps by the God of Fragrance. But his ultimate goal is to seize his portrait from Lord Kisaragi.
But he didn't have this chance.
In the chaos, Lord Ruyue quickly bent down and patted the painting on the ground. He took out a dagger from his waist and pierced the thin painting with one blow. The tip of the knife penetrated the chest of the person in the painting, and black-red liquid spilled out - it definitely couldn't be paint that had dried up long ago. After the paper was pierced, they heard the Gandharva's voice again. The wail was shrill and harsh, like the scream of a monster they had never heard before. Immediately afterwards, Lord Ruyue turned the clenched knife, and his screams became even louder. She slashed the knife down until it was beyond the paper. Unknown bloody liquid slowly seeped out from the torn sections of the paper.
They heard the incense god's painful cry, but couldn't find him for a while. At this time, the paper figures suddenly became more powerless and weak. They held weapons and hesitated. It seems that this move has indeed caused heavy damage to Xiang Shen, and even these shrimp soldiers and crab generals have no time to take care of it. They are really just a piece of paper! When they realized that these things had no power to fight back and were just bluffing by Xiang Shen, Aoyan and Bai Ya's expressions suddenly became fierce, and they ended the short battle with a faster and more ruthless fighting style.
The hall soon became calmer and seemed wider. There's just nowhere to stay except around me.
Where did the God of Incense go?
They looked around and found no sign of the Gandharva. It suddenly became too quiet here, which made people uncomfortable.
"Is he dead?" Aoyan asked.
"It's a pity." Ruyue-kun said with a sense of matter-of-factness, "Although this can severely injure him, it is still far from killing him. Although this method can destroy his soul and seriously injure his vitality. , but it was not enough to cause death. I think that the remaining strength he had could not fight against us before he recovered, so he ran away."
"He also took the incense burner away." Jun Aoyan pointed to his throne, "What a cunning old man."
"Ignore him, let's look for our things first. I know where they are, come with me."
Bai Ya is right, luggage and weapons are the most important. The package contained magical weapons that they had tried their best to collect, and the weapons were their limbs, which was of course concerning. Lord Ruyue walked near the throne, looked around, and used the toe of his shoe to push away the waste paper on the ground, but did not find his pen.
"He should have taken the pen away too..." Jun Aoyan felt a little regretful.
Lord Ruyue shook his head slightly and lowered his eyes: "It doesn't matter, he probably doesn't know how to use it."
"He is very smart and knows that this thing cannot be left in the hands of people who know how to use it."
The man walked out of the building and walked around to the treasure mountain outside the courtyard. "We have to hurry. He will definitely come back."
Bai Ya left here, Jun Aoyan followed closely behind. Lord Ruyue was still standing there, a little disappointed. Aoyan turned around and called her, "Shenghan, come here quickly."
She was stunned for a moment, then nodded, showed her usual shallow smile, and followed forward. Without Yun Guihao, Lord Ruyue is still Lord Ruyue. But even so, to them, she was just a person named Liu.
After that, they came to the shining golden treasure mountain. Compared with those real, towering mountain peaks, it is certainly far behind, but it is definitely worthy of the description of "a mountain of treasures." The mountain is not smooth, but is made up of two pieces of gold and silver. They're also not natural enough, more like piles of countless semi-melted metal objects. The color of Baoshan is not uniform enough, which may be due to the different purity of the metal. There are also other beautiful jewelry inlaid inside, some of which are raw stones and some of which are processed.
"The things piled up here should be things offered by believers. These tributes symbolize people's faith."
After saying that, Liu Shenghan raised his head and glanced at Wuxiaying, which was growing vigorously in the gap. They have never seen such beautiful and wanton flowers. These flowers are colorful and full of life. Whether it is the sea of flowers blooming all over the mountains and plains, or the immortal flowers carved with crystal in the Dragon Palace, they are not as beautiful and pleasing as any flower growing on this treasure mountain.
Their luggage was thrown haphazardly to the bottom of the mountain and looked like it had been turned over. Liu Shenghan stepped forward to tidy up.
"Fancy."
Bai Ya made a brief evaluation and stretched out his hand towards the mountain. He opened his palms and hovered his arms for a while, and soon they heard the howling wind. Two scimitars spun around, splitting the air, and finally flew into his hands. Bai Ya brought the two knife handles together and put them into the ring on his back. Jun Aoyan saw his knife, which was placed in a golden vase and fixed. When she got her beloved knife, she found that the mouth of the big gold bottle had been deformed. It seems to be very soft and very pure.
"The magic weapon is not there." Liu Shenghan said with a sullen face to Bai Ya who was approaching and Ao Yan who was stumbling down from Baoshan.
"Will it be on Baoshan?"
With that said, Jun Aoyan swung the knife up the mountain, stopped her steps, and was ready to look back at any time.
Bai Ya said: "I'm afraid not. Now that we know the function of the magic weapon, when the Gandharvas asked us for it, they just wanted to return it to its original owner and put it back in its original place to maintain the stability of the barrier. Such an important thing , he shouldn’t have thrown it into a place like this casually, maybe he would have taken it away long ago.”
"Through the spiritual veins." Liu Shenghan said suddenly.
"Spiritual veins?"
"Yes, there is a spiritual vein here." She frowned and looked around, "I can feel it... but it is something special. It is not naturally formed, but man-made. I'm afraid, when we were asked for Wuxiaying, It is also to strengthen the spiritual energy and promote the generation of this spiritual vein."
Jun Aoyan thought about it for a moment: "Well... it makes sense here. Otherwise, no matter how fast the news was conveyed to the God of Song, how could she come back in such a short time. What should we do next? Is it chasing Should I settle the score with them based on my spiritual veins, or should I just go directly to Lao Bai’s father?”
