The seventh mural weathered in an instant and disappeared on the cliff stone carvings. The fog around the cliff stone carvings suddenly thickened, and if it left, it would not dissipate.
Suddenly, all the pressure was on the first mural.
On that smooth stone wall, only this vague trace is still struggling to hold on.
Gong Mengbi was extremely worried. He didn't know if Yan Chixia could withstand it, but he didn't have the extra energy to distract him.
His painting was almost completed, and all his mana and spirit were involved in it. Once he was distracted, his work would immediately fall short.
The movements of his hands suddenly accelerated, and there was nothing else in his eyes.
The moon god with a human face and a bird body retracted his wings and landed behind him, seemingly turning into a hazy shadow and falling on him, covering him in the watery moonlight.
The Moon Goddess transformed into a tall and slender god dressed in feathers. Her appearance could not be clearly seen clearly. Her figure moved according to Gong Mengbi's movements, revealing her unparalleled spirituality.
Flying to the moon and ascending to the gods, transforming into the god in the moon. At this moment, the flying to the moon method showed its extraordinary magical effect. Gong Mengbi waved his white tail, and the moonlight was used by him. The entire unfinished mural began to emit light. .
At this time, Yan Chixia was also facing an unprecedented crisis at the place where the monk was buried.
One after another, orchids have made a comeback, filled with ghostly auras all over the place where monks are buried.
The monks had nothing to do about it. No matter how sharp the sword in Yan Chixia's hand was, they still couldn't kill all the orchids because the magic power of the Rakshasa Ghost Mother was constantly eroding them.
Suddenly, it seemed as if the sky was falling and the earth was falling.
The corpses of the monks looked around and saw white mist coming in like a vast ocean, submerging the entire burial place.
Yan Chixia looked around as if she was lost, but couldn't see anything.
He immediately understood that the thought of Zhenru must have not stopped Zhenniang, and the only place left in the entire real and illusory world was his place at the moment.
This also means that the Rakshasa Ghost Mother has arrived.
Although Yan Chixia couldn't see clearly what was happening in the mist, she heard overlapping chanting sounds around her.
Rays of golden light emerged, illuminating the white mist, revealing the corpses of the monks inside.
Yan Chixia stood among the monks, but was protected by them.
Apart from the monks, all the trees, tombs and grass on the mountains have disappeared.
In the mist, a huge shadow loomed.
Yan Chixia raised her eyes and saw that the shadow gradually became clearer. It was a huge statue of the goddess of heaven, as big as a mountain. The holy statue is made of soil and orchids. Countless orchids grow on the soil, blooming in different colors, turning into the facial features of the goddess, revealing the sacredness and weirdness, solemnity and charm of this flower-spreading goddess.
Yan Chixia's heart jumped, and she felt an unprecedented danger.
He should have fled with his sword, because the enemy in front of him was beyond his ability to deal with.
But after thinking about Gong Mengbi's words, he felt that he could give it another try.
The holy statue of the Goddess of Scattering Flowers looked down at the chanting monks and said: "Stop reciting. After so many years of reciting, you haven't recited enough, and I have heard enough."
The monks chanted sutras without stopping, nor did the goddess of scattering flowers make a move. When the chanting ended, the Goddess of Sanhua said, "I've heard you finish reciting this last sutra, why don't you get out of the way?"
The monks glanced at the Goddess of Scattering Flowers, and then at Yan Chixia, and then each one was like wind and sand, flying and disappearing in the mist, leaving only a little bit of golden sand, which did not retreat, but fell on Yan Chixia. The red glow dyed him into a golden man.
The Flower Goddess frowned, and orchids fell from her brows, then grew again.
She looked at Yan Chixia and said, "I don't know how to praise."
Yan Chixia's whole body was wrapped in golden sand, as if infinite power was blessing him.
The relics and Buddhist dharma of these monks from past generations condensed on him, and in an instant, his five senses and six consciousnesses seemed to be opened up, allowing him to enter a state of unknown knowledge, unknown and clear.
Sanhua Goddess is not afraid of Buddhist dharma, so these Buddhist dharma are useless to her, but they can enhance Yan Chixia's magic power and knowledge and protect him from escaping from Sanhua Goddess.
The Scattered Flower Goddess pressed it down with a gentle palm, as if a mountain peak fell down.
Yan Chixia tapped the sword box, and the flying sword rolled him up, turning him into a flying rainbow and flying away into the distance.
In the past, Yan Chixia should have directly penetrated the palm, but now he suddenly knew that once he fell into it, he would be attacked by the inner prime minister Rakshasa Ghost Mother, so he could only keep a distance.
The goddess of scattered flowers and the ghost mother of Rakshasa are one and the same, and they are extremely difficult to deal with.
Yan Chixia flew her sword to escape, but the Lady of Flowers followed closely behind her, unable to get away at all.
The Flower Goddess suddenly stretched out her hand and plucked it toward Yan Chixia as if picking flowers. Yan Chixia flew away with her sword, clearly moving forward, but seemed to keep falling back, falling into the hands of the Flower Goddess.
When Yan Chixia turned around and took a look, she realized that this was the divine power of the Goddess Dharma-Xiang. She had the spirit of holding the sun and the moon from a thousand mountains.
Just looking at it makes it clear, but there is no solution.
The fifth-grade realm and the seventh-grade realm are the difference between the middle third-grade and the lower third-grade. It is a world of difference across a large realm.
The mysteries of spirituality cannot be overcome by knowing them.
Yan Chixia took out a breath and said in her heart: "Brother Gong, I am trying my best!"
Yan Chixia stretched out her hand, and the flying sword landed in front of her. He stretched out his hand and took out a jade talisman. He stretched out his hand a little, and the jade talisman turned into invisible energy and fell on the flying sword, imprinting the talisman on the flying sword.
"Xuanyuan Zuqi, the true form of Jiuyang!"
The pure Yang true fire burned on the flying sword, and Yan Chixia's magic power surged all over her body. The body and sword merged into one, turning into the shape of a lion, with teeth and claws spread, and fell into the hands of the Goddess of Spreading Flowers.
In just a moment, the lion broke free from the goddess's hand and rushed towards the forehead of the goddess of flowers with endless flames.
When the sword was thrust out, the Scattering Flower Goddess sat still. The sword light fell on her forehead, and countless orchids grew up to catch the sword light.
The soil churns like living things, orchids come and go, and branches and leaves turn into fly ash.
Jian Guang and Lan Hua were in a stalemate, and Yan Chixia knew that they really couldn't beat them.
Suddenly a slender hand stretched out from the goddess's forehead, and then the upper body of the beautiful and graceful girl poked out of the soil, grabbed a jade orchid, and struck it against the light of the sword.
The sword light flew back, Yan Chixia fell into the thick fog, and the flying sword fell on him.
Yan Chixia coughed and put the flying sword into the sword case. Watching the Lady of Flowers getting closer and closer, she felt unexpectedly calm.
The Rakshasa Ghost Mother on the forehead of the Goddess of Flowers burrowed into the soil again, and the orchids grew, just like before.
The goddess of scattered flowers looked at him and said: "My heart is like a burning fire. You can be my Rakshasa ghost king."
A ray of invisible magic power fell on Yan Chixia, and he felt as if his heart was on fire, as if there were endless flames reaching towards the sky, making him feel boundless anger.
But the golden sand on his body suddenly lit up, resisting the magic power of the Flower Goddess.
The Flower Goddess sneered, "Why should a dead ghost cause trouble?"
These golden sands gradually dimmed, and Yan Chixia was about to fall into the hands of the goddess of flowers.
Suddenly, a red shadow emerged from the white mist, rolled Yan Chixia up, and fled into the mist.
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