The painting saint's voice sounded in the wooden house: "You fox demon actually attacked me?"
A painting saint walked out of the wooden house again, looked at Gong Mengbi and said: "But you are brave enough to step into my courtyard."
Gong Mengbi said: "What don't I dare to do? It's just a world in a painting. I'm afraid it can't stop me."
Painting Saint said: "Then you come and try it."
He stretched out his hand and rolled it up, and the entire courtyard turned into a painting, and Gong Mengbi was already involved in it.
The Great Immortal from the North is being chased by King Ye Huoming, and he has to deal with the beauties around him who are constantly stumbling and making secret attempts. He seems to be in danger.
Taoist Master Luo was only in the seventh grade and was already very old. He simply remained motionless, stepped on the steel pole, chanted the protective spell, and carefully observed his surroundings, trying to find an opportunity to take back the soul of the beauty in the painting.
Seeing Gong Mengbi being rolled up by the scroll, Taoist Luo and Beilai Daxian didn't react much. Gong Mengbi had revealed the scroll in Youlin, proving that he could escape.
The Painting Sage watched King Yehuo Ming chase the Northern Immortal all over the ground, but failed to make any achievements for a long time, and couldn't help but look a little irritable.
He groaned, took another scroll and held it in his hand, but did not use it immediately. He just watched the King of Yehuo Ming perform his actions, ready to support at any time.
The Great Immortal from the North used the two elements of gold and fire to enter the Tao, but these two are not very useful against the King of Karma Fire.
The flames of the King of Karma Fire Ming surround his body, and he can control flames. He is very good at resisting fire spells. When the golden wind comes close to you, it will be restrained by its fingerprints, making it difficult to reach you.
Taoist Luo looked at it for a moment, then silently prayed and recited the mantra for self-protection.
When the curse started, the energy changed. The painting saint said "Huh", looked at Taoist Luo, and immediately untied the scroll in his hand, revealing one of the goddesses holding a sword.
The goddess opened her eyes slightly, but suddenly paused and looked back at the painting saint.
The painting saint's expression changed, and he stretched out his hand to touch the painting, and the goddess's eyes were covered by a ribbon.
The goddess walked out of the painting, and the painting sage guided her: "The enemy is in the southeast."
The goddess suddenly turned into a stream of light, drew her sword and stabbed at Daozhang Luo.
Daozhang Luo's expression suddenly changed, he kept chanting curses, and raised a Bagua mirror in an attempt to immobilize the goddess.
But the next moment, the Bagua Mirror opened with dense cracks, and with a flash of sword light, the divine sword pierced the Bagua Mirror, passing through the Bagua Mirror and piercing Daochang Luo's shoulder.
Taoist priest Luo looked hideous in pain, but he did not stop the spell. He held the talisman with his hand and picked the ribbon from the goddess's face.
The painting saint's expression changed, and when he rolled up the painting, the goddess suddenly disappeared.
However, a smile appeared on Taoist Luo's face. He faced the direction of King Yehuo Ming and pointed his hand: "The God of Mount Tai, come down to thunder, as urgent as a law!"
It was clearly winter, but suddenly a storm arose, with a crash of thunder and lightning flashing everywhere.
A bolt of thunder fell from the sky and landed on King Yehuo Ming. With a click, King Yehuo Ming stood motionless, the flames on his body extinguished instantly, and dense cracks appeared on his body.
The Great Immortal from the North saw the flaw, jumped up, and turned into a golden light that circled around the neck of King Yehuo Ming.
The head of King Yehuo Ming fell off and turned into flying smoke along with his cracked body.
The invisible beauties in the painting were shaken to the core by the thunder, and they all fled back to the beautiful painting.
The Great Immortal from the North landed next to Taoist Luo and asked worriedly: "How is the injury?"
Daochang Luo said: "It's a straight sword that goes straight back and forth. It only hurt my shoulder, but there is no danger to my life."
The portrait of King Yehuo Ming burned himself without fire, and the hundred beautiful pictures also fell to the ground.
The painting saint held a picture of the goddess guiding the sword and a picture of the garden in his hand, frowning and said: "Why be so aggressive? I don't want to fight to the death with you. You have to guard Shanyin County, and I can leave."
Beilai Daxian said: "Leave and find another place to continue harming people?"
The painting sage said: "I must paint hundreds of beautiful pictures. Ever since I woke up, I have been immersed in deathly silence, without any trace of humanity. By painting hundreds of beautiful pictures, I can use their humanity to find my own humanity. At that time, if you can feel the warmth and cold, and know the joy and sorrow, you will no longer kill people.”
"Their souls are accompanying me in my practice in the painting, which is considered a chance. When I become an immortal, I will definitely take them to the heaven together. Isn't this a good thing?"
The Great Immortal from the North sneered: "Have you asked them if they are willing? How about I refine you into a magic weapon, and when I become an immortal, I will also take you to the sky?"
Hua Sheng said: "How can this be generalized? They are just ordinary people. Isn't it the greatest opportunity to be able to practice?"
The Great Immortal from the North said: "Sure enough, after losing your human body and having the madness enter your soul, you no longer have humanity."
Painting Saint said: "That means we can't reach an agreement?"
The Great Immortal from the North remained silent.
The painting saint nodded and said: "Then I won't hold back anymore."
He glanced at the picture of the goddess guiding the sword in his hand, frowned, and did not unfold the picture again. Instead, he stretched out his hand and summoned another picture from the room.
He calmly unfolded the scroll and opened it halfway. He saw a huge ghost sleeping on the mountain of human bones. He had horns on his head and was majestic. His eyes were half open and half closed, as if he was sleeping.
The painting saint was about to sacrifice the scroll, but in an instant, the landscape painting in his arms suddenly shattered.
A bright moon rose in his arms, illuminating him.
The bright moon is like a mirror, reflecting the astonished face of the painter in it. His handsome appearance spread quickly like a painting that had been splashed with water, revealing the dark ink inside.
"No!" Painting Saint cried out in horror, trying to break free from Mingyue's control.
But the next moment, a ray of light appeared in the bright moon, and the red flame turned into a sharp blade, piercing the painting saint's chest with one blow. Gong Mengbi stepped out from the middle of the moon, held the Taiyue Talisman in his hand, and was about to print it on the painting saint's head.
The painting saint screamed and desperately held up the two scrolls in his arms.
As soon as the scroll was unfolded, the ghost as tall as a mountain stood in front of the painting saint and was punched in the calf by Gong Mengbi.
This punch should have been harmless, even weak against this giant ghost. But the ghost looked at his calf with a look of extreme horror: "Taiyue Talisman!"
He suddenly turned into a dark wind and entered the painting without looking back: "I surrender!"
The goddess drew the sword away, her eyes covered with ribbons, and she drew her sword forward.
Gong Mengbi's expression suddenly changed. He raised the small golden stove, and the smoke turned into a cloud tent. He tried to block the sword, but the sword light seemed to be nothing, piercing the cloud tent, and then stabbed Gong Mengbi.
Gong Mengbi flew back against the wind, but the sword followed him like a shadow. He was stabbed into the chest by the sword and fell from the sky to the ground.
The goddess sheathed her sword, and before she could stab her again, the Great Immortal from the North had already caught up, condensed the golden energy and turned it into a golden sword, and struck the sword with one strike, causing the sword to chop diagonally.
Gong Mengbi took the opportunity to retreat, leaving the battlefield to Beilai Daxian.
The Great Immortal from the North controls a golden sword with one hand and flames with the other.
But when the golden sword came, it was split by the long sword, and when the flames came, it was split by the long sword. This blind goddess seemed to get stronger when she was strong, putting even the great immortals from the north at a disadvantage.
Taoist priest Luo shouted: "Pick her ribbon, pick her ribbon!"
The Great Immortal from the North listened, but the sword was too sharp. The Great Immortal from the North could only deal with it with all his concentration, and did not want to test the sword with his own body.
Gong Mengbi gritted his teeth, and at the moment when the goddess drew her sword, the wind suddenly flew over, grabbed the streamer in front of her, and quickly stepped aside.
After taking off the ribbon, the goddess's eyes were bright again. She looked at the Great Immortal Beilai, then at Gong Mengbi, and finally at Taoist Luo. Her eyes sank and she said, "I will not use the sword of injustice."
The figure of the goddess disappeared, turning into white light and falling into the painting.
Gong Mengbi breathed a sigh of relief, but when he looked over again, he could no longer see the Painting Saint.
"Damn it! Let him escape!"
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