The fairy treasure scroll suddenly burst into infinite fairy light.
A thousand-foot waterfall roars and pours out of the painting.
Changqing pointed like a sword and stretched out his hand to draw it.
The tunnel and the sword of order sealed the world and trapped the water of the waterfall in place.
"The surrounding spiritual energy is thin, but the power of the Immortal Treasure Scroll itself is enough to promote the born natural disaster beast to the ninth rank of loose immortal. Even if it only induces a trace of the law of disorder, this transformation is inevitable."
"After all, the Immortal Treasure is an Immortal Treasure. Its own power of law can also resist the Law of Disorder, but it has no owner and no spirit. It only passively resists and rejects it. After being infiltrated by the Law of Disorder, using the ability of the Immortal Treasure itself, you can Tear the scroll apart.”
Changqing said to himself, and suddenly, an old shadow appeared in the sky above the scroll.
This was a fat old man with a kind face. When he appeared, he was stunned.
Changqing's heart sank, and her thoughts moved.
"Ghost way, mass-destroying sword!"
Using the sword's will, Changqing's body turned into the body of a divine soul. The peach wood sword with its bun pulled out, the soul-destroying flames, burned fiercely on the sword.
Like a ghost emperor, Changqing's spiritual thoughts locked on the fat old man.
The fat old man saw Chang Qing, and also saw that the law of disorder induced by Chang Qing was infiltrating the fairy treasure scroll. His expression was a little confused.
A pair of eyes full of treachery, full of incredulity.
The fat old man is not a painting spirit, he is just a shadow imprinted with divine thoughts.
There is no power, or in other words, he can mobilize the power of the Immortal Treasure Scroll.
At this time, the fat old man did not dare to connect with the fairy treasure scroll that was about to transform into a ferocious beast.
Evergreen's sword intention and soul-destroying flame, even if it only exudes a wisp of breath, seem to be burning through the phantom of the fat old man's spiritual consciousness.
"The owner of the Immortal Treasure Scroll?"
Changqing narrowed his eyes, and the faint divine light in his eyes seemed to be able to penetrate all souls.
"Who are you?" the fat old man asked in shock.
"Chongxiao?" the fat old man blurted out. After finishing speaking, he was even more shocked, "You actually got it..."
Before he finished speaking, Chang Qing swung his sword.
The phantom of the fat old man's spiritual brand was immediately shattered and scattered.
Diyun turned into a mini white dragon and wrapped it around Changqing's neck like a scarf. The dragon's claw was on Changqing's shoulder, supporting the dragon's head, and the other claw was stroking his beard. He was about to speak, but he didn't. There's enough time.
"What was that just now?" Changqing asked: "This is Qing Xuantian, can he sense everything here?"
Di Yun thought about it and said: "No, but he will know that his spiritual brand has been destroyed."
"Can't you recognize me?" Changqing asked to confirm.
"I can't recognize it." Di Yun replied affirmatively.
Changqing felt relieved and released the Ghost Sword Intent.
Continue to use the power of space to pull the law of disorder and throw it on the fairy treasure scroll.
The roar of the waterfall was no longer so shocking, but began to become strangely "quiet".
Chang Qing knows that this is the law of disorder affecting everything and confusing everything.
"But..." Di Yun thought for a while and said, "I seem to have seen that fat old man somewhere."
"Quasi Saint?" Changqing was shocked.
Could it be said that this being who wants to roll Qing Xuantian into a painting is actually in the same realm as the former Di Yun?
"Probably not." Di Yun denied: "If it is a quasi-sage, I can remember who he is. Anyone who I can't think of must be weaker than me."
"saint?"
"How can there be so many saints?"
"..."
Chang Qing rubbed her chin, waiting for the Immortal Treasure Scroll to transform into a ferocious beast, and said, "So, the strongest one is also the Immortal Emperor? Is it the same as Chong Xiao's original state?"
"It should be so." Di Yun racked his brains, trying to figure out who the fat old man was.
But he didn't care about it in the first place, and after being suppressed for ten thousand years, he couldn't remember it.
At the same time, beyond the sky, in the fairy world.
In a treasure mountain, a fat old man felt something in the retreat center and suddenly opened his eyes.
"What's going on? Where am I painting?"
Immortal Emperor Duobao was confused, "Even Chongxiao can't destroy the imprint of my divine mind. After all, it's just heaven..."
"Disordered natural disaster? No, if my spiritual imprint discovers that the scroll is tainted by the law of disorder, it should run away."
"It's broken, I didn't run away!"
Immortal Emperor Duobao swallowed and spat, "Something big has happened in Qing Xuantian, and an extremely terrifying existence will fly to the outer sky!"
"Qing Xuantian...damn it, where is Qing Xuantian..."
"The rhythm of the avenue and the tide of the avenue run through the world once every ten years. I just threw the scroll in the direction of the lower realm of Chongxiao..."
"Human? Demon? Devil? Ghost? Or multiple natural disasters? Is there such potential..."
"After destroying my spiritual brand, I shouldn't be targeted by him..."
Heavenly Realm, Qingxuantian, Demonic Heaven Realm, and the Sky Swallowing Demonic Abyss.
The water of the waterfall flows back into the fairy treasure scroll.
Emperor Yun released the mist of the avenue, shrouding the fairy treasure painting.
The nine-color divine light, like watercolor, distorts the painting in the void.
The Heaven-Swallowing Demonic Abyss presented a magnificent vision of heaven and earth. At this time, this vision gave all the monks who watched from a distance an extremely weird feeling.
Just looking at it from a distance, their minds seemed to be captured, and some with lower cultivation levels flew towards the vision involuntarily.
The nine-color watercolor sometimes outlines magnificent mountains and rivers, and sometimes draws vivid monsters.
Sometimes there are manors that look like castles in the air, and there are even countless human silhouettes "living" in them. Some people even found the outline of "themselves" in this worldly fireworks.
It was like a strange world appearing in front of all the monks.
Suddenly, an unknown force that was hard to fathom descended from the sky.
The nine-color watercolor world suddenly shook, and all the visions gradually disappeared.
A ferocious beast is slowly condensing, and a beast core has already been formed in his core.
Sometimes it turns into a human form, sometimes it turns into a monster.
Before its appearance was completely condensed, the Immortal Treasure Scroll made a tearing sound that pierced the heaven and earth.
"Stab it!"
The sharp and harsh sound made all the monks watching from a distance feel as if their spiritual thoughts were being torn apart.
The power of the Immortal Treasure Scroll itself began to actively resist, rejecting all parts that were infiltrated by the law of disorder.
The remaining intact part shows the picture of Jingxin Lake.
In the picture, there is a wooden house next to the Jingxin Lake. In front of the wooden house, the road is shrouded in mist, and a girl appears like a fairy, exquisite and beautiful.
The picture gradually enlarged, and soon, there was only the girl in this new picture.
Xu Wenxin.
Xu Wenxin hesitated a little, then a golden light flashed, and from somewhere in the painting, a golden flame flew out.
Soon, Xu Wenxin also took one step and walked out of the scroll.
"Don't get close to him!" Jin Yan Suanni stopped in front of Xu Wenxin and looked at Changqing warily.
Changqing's eyes flashed with soul-destroying flames that made Jin Yan Suanni's heart palpitate.
"Ghost way, mass-destroying sword."
Changqing wielded the Tai Chi Seven-Star Peach Wood Sword, and with a burst of sword energy reaching the sky, he divided the unformed beast into two parts with one sword stroke.
As soon as the violent spirit was born, it was destroyed by this sword.
The calamity cloud hadn't even had time to condense, and the picture-scrolling ferocious beast who didn't know how many ranks of Sanxian it could be promoted to. Before it even turned, there was only one beast core left, which was taken into the Zhentian Black Ruler by Chang Qing. In the sword.
Until Chang Qing released the Kidao Sword Intent, Jin Yan Suanni was still a little uneasy.
How long has it been since we last met? Why does this kid seem to be completely transformed again?
"Oh my god! Fairy in the painting!"
"The fairy walked out of the painting!"
"Can such a beautiful fairy also be a ferocious beast?"
"Why is she with the Scourge of Order?"
There were more and more monks watching from a distance, and they kept talking.
Xu Wenxin saluted Changqing Yingying, "Thank you, sir, for saving me."
"How much power do you have?" Changqing asked.
At this time, Xu Wenxin, the incomplete fairy treasure scroll is her true body. She is no longer under the control of the original fairy treasure scroll, and has gained freedom, like a new life.
"More than half." Xu Wenxin said: "My realm is still in the heaven-human realm, but it can be improved quickly. Because I have painted the Jingxin Lake, this scroll can be gradually repaired and perfected, and it can return to the ultimate fairy treasure."
After a pause, Xu Wenxin continued: "The ability is different from the original..."
Changqing waved his hand and said, "You don't need to tell me in such detail."
"You should also thank me." Di Yun was still hanging on Chang Qing's neck, and he couldn't help but said: "Without my Dao Mist, not to mention this fairy treasure scroll, you would be gone."
Xu Wenxin saluted to Changqing again, "Thank you."
Di Yun stroked the dragon's beard. How did he feel that Xu Wenxin had thanked Changqing again?
Is it because he is on Changqing's neck?
