Miro Blue Scroll

Chapter 159
The sky was tumbling, lotus flowers bloomed, and the blue clouds and mist followed Mi Luo's continuous advancement, covering the sky step by step.

Mi Luo, who was sitting in the chariot, looked at the two paintings in front of him.

One is naturally a picture of Huangya Mountain, and the other is a young man.

The person who described it used a lot of pen and ink on the young man, almost outlining all the details of his body, and when constructing his shape, he also described his god.

It was clearly an ink painting, but it gave Mi Luo the feeling of looking at a photo. Through the picture scroll, he could clearly see the face and clothing of the other party, and perceive the clothing and emotions of the other party.

Mi Luo saw a lot of traces of Miao Youzong in it, presumably this person is Yun Changkong's disciple Yun Yangqing.

Miro held the chains and chains and placed them in front of the scroll, and a wonderful thing happened.

A little bit of spiritual light emerges from the chain, matching the picture scroll, as if it is about to blend into it.

But above the picture scroll, another ray of light blooms, preventing the two from being compatible.

'Plausible and unreal, making falsehoods come true.Even with the incomplete accompanying treasure, it is impossible to tell the real from the fake. The skill of this painting saint is really amazing. '

With emotion in his heart, Mi Luo put away the scroll and looked at the picture of Huangya Mountain. As more and more people were defeated by Mi Luo in this picture, the distant view gradually became more and more clearly depicted.

Similarly, the coverage of the blue clouds and mist around the Mira chariot also expanded by three points.

This also made Mi Luo have not yet entered the capital, and the residents in the city have already seen the approaching blue clouds.

Sensing the approaching clouds, Taoist Long Ming also changed his face, and more and more chains around him emerged, winding towards the great master layer by layer.

"Your Majesty Zhongzong, the method you learn is the method used by the sage to repair the universe. What you learn and use is the way of the sage. If you can't tell the truth from the false, you can't win me."

The position of the grand master changes, and he can use some wall penetration, ground movement, concealment and immobilization anytime and anywhere.

Obviously these are just some simple spells, but in the hands of the great master, they turn decay into magic, deducing all kinds of wonderful effects.

The wall penetration technique can shuttle through the black feather army, the ground movement technique ignores the spirit of the forbidden army, the escape technique allows the chains to pass through the body, and the final immobilization technique directly freezes the surrounding vitality.

Taoist Longming slowly retracted the chain and looked at Grandmaster.

"As far as Buddhism and Taoism are concerned, we seek the Tao in the painting, and the truth we seek is not true. Even if we understand the principles of the law and cultivate supernatural powers, we are still trapped in the way of form and space, which is derived from the magic barrier of the spiritual platform! It is not the right way, it is an evil law. However, to us, this world is real and true, so why can’t we become enlightened on this basis?”

After finishing speaking, Taoist Longming stepped forward, followed by chains.

At the same time, in the void, there is also a cloud of turbid black air with a little green light in the darkness, winding towards the great master along the chains.

What's interesting is that these black qi, after spreading along the chain for a certain distance, rolled and spread out, but turned into radiant aura that filled the sky, covering all directions, and enveloping the Grand Master.

"You actually..."

The Grand Master's eyes were wide open, before he could finish his words, he pointed at the void, and layers of clear air emerged, turning into an acre of Qingyun and unfolding, on which three green lotuses opened and closed, turning slowly, resisting the auspicious air of the sun's rays .

I don't want the contact between the two, black spots will appear on the lotus, the clean air will be polluted, and many stains will appear on the body of the great master.

The great monk in front of the western painting wall got up and wanted to go to help, but was entangled by the concubines and goddesses. They turned into yaksha evil spirits, hugged the monk tightly, and tried to make him sink.

At the same time, the woman who went north to search for the ruins of the underworld also saw the scene in hell.

It was another deserted world, filled with red and yellow land, a thin blood-colored mist floated in the air, and the rain that fell from the sky was not nectar, but a bright red, smelly liquid.

And the earth is not all soil, most of it is made of stumps and broken arms, as well as some corrupted flesh and blood.

In hell, there is only one person, wearing white clothes, with chains and scars all over his body, blood is constantly flowing out, mixing with the muddy liquid on the ground, and drawing on a picture scroll.

"Painting saint?"

The woman looked at the man, she was almost incapacitated by the horror, she screamed instinctively, and then retreated violently, trying to leave the "hell".

The chains protruded out one by one, and the black energy similar to Taoist Long Ming gushed out, entangled towards the woman.

Black shadows flew out from under the woman's sleeves, and her whole body shriveled up like a deflated balloon.

"go with!"

A sharp sound sounded, and the woman's skin turned into a flash of white light, wrapping the painter, turning him into a little furry fox.

This is the method of painting the skin. It is performed with the skin of a living being. It is unpredictable and quite mysterious. It is unexpected, and it can even temporarily change a monk who is one level higher than oneself into another appearance.

This is also the reliance that women have relied on for many years.

"I'm not curious, why do you need to devour people's hearts to practice the method of painting skin?"

The little fox's body elongated, returning to the appearance of a painting saint. He waved the brush in his hand towards the void, instantly forcing the woman who had turned into a black shadow out, and then tapped, as if stained with ink, crushing the woman.

The saint of painting thought to himself: "Cultivating the method of painting skin in the painting is not to cultivate yourself into the elf in the painting. When the spirituality in the painting is lacking, how can you maintain your own spirituality without devouring people's hearts? To me, you are the best. suitable dye."

Saying that, the painting saint painted two more strokes in the direction of the capital, and the Daoist Long Ming became even more imposing, and drew two strokes in the direction of the western painting wall. Together with the connection between this place and the painting wall, more blood was mixed into it.

The old monk in front of the western painting wall has been hugged by endless Yaksha ghosts.

The resentment of these beings in the too illusory territory merged with each other and turned into a huge meat ball, which bound the old monk to death.

He forced his hands together and murmured in a low voice: "Amitabha!"

Accompanied by the sound, streaks of golden light emerged from the old monk's body, piercing the fleshy ball that wrapped him outside, instantly breaking through the boundary between virtual and real, and shining toward the inside and outside of the painting.

For a time, wherever the golden light passed, strange fragrances fell from the sky, golden lotuses gushed from the ground, filled the ground, and Sanskrit chanting came from all directions, and countless yakshas and evil spirits returned to their original appearance.

But there was no joy in their expressions, but numbness and pain. They looked at the old monk and moved their mouths, as if they wanted to say something, but they didn't say anything in the end.

These dead souls just dispelled the Buddha's light that fell on their bodies, and watched the light that could warm their hearts fall into the blood, purify a piece of filth, and then look at the place that was purified, and quickly return to its filthy appearance.

The painting sage looked at the scene in front of him, waved the brush, absorbed part of the golden light that had not yet fallen into the brush, looked at the dots of gold powder on the tip of the brush, shook his head and said, "The effect is three points weaker!"

After finishing speaking, he looked down at the battle in the capital, drew two more strokes, looked at the grand master who was surrendered by Long Ming, and turned his head to look in the direction of Mi Luo.

On the picture scroll of the painting saint, wherever Miro passed by, the ink stains on it will fade a little bit, and some characters and images on it will have one or two more ink marks, making their images a bit weird .

The master of painting stretched out his hand to fix it, and saw a cyan stain gradually spread, polluting the painting.

He picked up the pen and sketched downwards, and saw a sound coming from the direction of the capital, but it was a tree branch that appeared in the painting at some point.

The branch slid across, and directly tore a hole in the drawing paper. The painter was furious. He looked at the painting, and Taoist Longming, who was holding a branch, looked up at him, intending to erase it with a stroke of his brush.

But Taoist Longming, who was surrounded by chains and protected by branches, actually fought with the painting saint in the painting.

With such a change, when Mi Luo came to the capital, he saw a gap in the sky above the capital, and countless blood and red mist spread in all directions with the capital as the center.

A priest in a luxurious purple robe adorned with dragon motifs battles the unseen.

(End of this chapter)