Miro Blue Scroll

Chapter 158 Yunguang chariot to the capital
"Can't I wait to follow the predecessors?"

Xia Bing asked tentatively, and Mi Luo looked at her and said, "I'm afraid I'm going to the capital for this trip, are you sure you want to follow me?"

Xia Bing and Xia Fenglei hesitated for a moment, and Mi Luo didn't wait for them when he saw this, and stroked the Bihe pen in the air, and a chariot appeared in the air, and then Mi Luo sketched it a few more times, and saw There are many more details on the chariot.

First, the topmost dome is divided into three layers. The upper layer is circular with lotus patterns, the middle layer has four corners and is decorated with four spirit patterns, and the lower layer is octagonal with innate gossip patterns.

Mi Luo walked into it, and two more auras hung down, turning into five ghostly shadows of dragons and snakes and appearing in front of the chariot.

Mi Luo, who was sitting upright in it, looked at the brothers and sisters of the Xia family and said, "Will you come?"

Xia Bing and Xia Fenglei hesitated again, this time Mi Luo didn't wait for them any longer, with a flick of his fingers, layers of blue clouds fell, covering the chariot, and then the snakes danced and rose into the sky.

In the void, among the blue clouds, a branch of lotus blossomed, blooming with precious light, illuminating the surrounding peace.

"senior!"

Xia Bing and Xia Fenglei spoke hastily, but at this moment they could only see the back of Mi Luo's chariot.

Xia Fenglei looked at the direction Mi Luo was going away, and then looked inside Huangya Mountain, gritted his teeth, and turned away with his sister.

And Mi Luo's blatant advance naturally attracted the attention of many people.

In front of the rock wall on the west side, the old monk who was silently chanting scriptures stood up in surprise, looked at the direction Miro was heading, and wanted to move, but just as he left his seat, the Buddha immediately faded from the mural in front of him, and many concubines and goddesses appeared one after another. With a hideous face, at the same time, the pure land is also turned into purgatory.

"Are you going to give up on us again? Master..."

"It is said that the Buddha is merciful, why are we always the ones who are abandoned?"

"Say it! You said it..."

Surrounded by emptiness, there were bursts of mocking voices, the old monk let out a sigh, and sat back to the original place again, ignoring the karmic fire that was constantly rising around him and burning his body, and bowed his head to chant sutras.

And the old Taoist in the feather coat in the south looked left and right, turned over, and planned to go to sleep again, but didn't want a piece of spiritual ink to fall from the sky and hit him on the head.

The Taoist didn't pay attention, just fell down, turned around a few times, and appeared outside the capital.

"It's really calling people! It's not that you don't know the final result, why continue to struggle for us?"

The old Taoist said, waved his sleeves, and found a place to sleep again.

Strangely, everyone around seemed to have not seen him, doing their own thing on their own.

But the Taoist hadn't slept for a long time, and the black feather army surrounded him.

Then a Taoist dressed in a luxurious purple Taoist robe decorated with dragon patterns walked out slowly, waved the dust whisk in his hand, looked at the old Taoist, and bowed slowly.

"Daoist disciple Long Ming has met the Great Master."

The old Taoist turned over, and coincidentally avoided the Taoist Longming.

Long Ming didn't care, straightened up and said: "I think Grandmaster knows the destiny, disciple begs Grandmaster to be merciful and help us?"

The great master opened his eyes and said helplessly: "I can't even save myself, how can I save other people? Besides, isn't the situation today caused by what you did in the past, Zhongzong? There are rules, I have waited 200 years longer, and I am lucky to survive, what else do you want?"

"The disciple knows that the crime is serious, but the rest of the spirits don't know what happened in the past, why bother to let them suffer such torture?"

Master Dazong sighed and said: "If you don't want to bear it, you can only perish forever. No matter how strong the painter's power is, how long can it last. And, do you really think that the painter's saint today is the same as the painter's saint back then? "

After finishing speaking, Grandmaster stood up, looked at the Heiyu Army nearby, and then at the surrounding residents. He pointed to a creature like a paper doll, and said, "Look at him, is he still human? Just If the mortals with a little bit of aura are like this, what do you think the state of the painting saint is?"

Taoist Long Ming lowered his head and said quietly: "Since Grandmaster is unwilling to accept the destiny, then I have no choice but to offend."

Raising his head again, slender chains appeared around him, winding towards the great master.

At the same time, Mi Luo on the other side also encountered the first person blocking the way.

This is Lord Mighty Ling, the city god who guards a place. He is seated by the civil and military judges of various divisions headed by the Yinyang Division. The big red official robe, and the huge god's face exuding light all over his body, stopped in front of Mi Luo.

"Dare to ask where the real person practiced, why he disregarded the safety of the people of the world, acted recklessly, showed his supernatural powers, and disturbed the order of immortals and mortals."

Holding the fragments of the chain, Mi Luo felt restless, ignored the city god at all, and continued to move forward with the chariot.

"How courageous!" Among the judges, one jumped out, swung the golden mace in his hand, and knocked it down in the direction of Mi Luo. The surrounding city god's divine power gathered and turned into skylight blessing, forming a pillar of heaven in the void to press down.

In an instant, strong winds blew up, the void distorted, and illusory and indeterminate scripts jumped out of the void, sealing the universe, trying to suppress Mi Luo directly.

"roll!"

Mi Luo held the Bihe pen in his hand, and with a wave of his hand, the tip of the pen drew an arc in the void with ink marks, directly erasing the Martial Judge, and cutting off the City God's divine form along the way.

"What kind of sorcery is this?"

Ink marks added to his body, and the face of the City God showed disbelief and astonishment.

He could feel that his divine body was covered by something at the place where the ink marks passed. Not only could he not transfer his divine power, he could not even perceive it.

It's as if that area doesn't exist.

Mi Luo glanced at the fleeing City God, and didn't go forward to suppress him, reflect the truth, and absorb information. He looked at the Bihe pen in his hand, and was surprised and admired in his heart.

When he got the fragments of the companion treasure and the picture of Huangya Mountain, he understood the nature of this illusory realm.

He did not enter the interior of the illusory realm at all.

Someone used a special method to cover the illusory realm with paintings. At this time, the entire illusory realm has been matched with the paintings, so as to stabilize the state of the illusory realm and allow many dead creatures to have a nearly normal life.

These methods are said to be illusions, but they are not illusions.

It is said that it is the law of the blessed land and the cave, but it is not the law of the blessed land and the cave.

A definition must be given, that is, the paintings that match this illusory realm are similar to the achievements of monks who cultivate the real through fakes, or are tools used by monks to simulate the movement of heaven and earth.

It's just that the other party turned this tool upside down with reality, stabilizing the original illusory legal principles.

In contrast, paintings are not reality after all.

It's like the creatures in the realm of too illusory, in the process of restarting again and again, will gradually lose their minds and keep falling.

Creatures living in the illusory realm will also appear facial makeup.

Of course, in this world, there should be some places that are still real illusions, similar to the place where he first settled down, with the breath of Yun Hualin and the suppression of branches.

With the breath of Han Xia, the stability of a certain area can be maintained, so it is not covered by paintings.

This is also one of the reasons why Miro didn't notice the problem at first.

But now, Mi Luo, who understands part of the essence of this illusory realm, is equivalent to possessing the highest authority of this illusory realm.

By sketching at will, you can create a chariot, erase part of a city god's body, and even directly destroy a painting.

As he continued to move forward, there were people who tried to question and intercept him along the way, but none of them were Mi Luo's single enemy.

Whether it is the magic weapon of the immortal monks, the supernatural powers of the gods, or the Buddha's light of the Buddhist monks, they are all illusory things in Miro's works and can be easily erased.

And some monks and officials, after realizing Mi Luo's destination, were even more terrified. They either sent news to the capital, or began to seek a way out. The order that was already on the verge of collapse began to collapse further.

(End of this chapter)