Miro Blue Scroll

Chapter 160

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In the void, gushes of blood and red mist kept trying to infect the essence of Taoist Longming and modify it, but Taoist Longming was not a fool. He waved the treasured cloud branch in his hand to disperse the fallen Bloody water and red mist.

At the same time, the aura of Taoist Longming matched the aura in the surrounding scrolls, constantly mobilizing power.

Seeing Mi Luo's arrival, he hurriedly said: "The painting saint wants to destroy the world, so please be merciful to the immortal and save us and other sentient beings."

Looking at Taoist Longming, Mi Luo was a little curious.

His current state is somewhat similar to a foreign spirituality, which has been integrated into the magic weapon, turned into a magic weapon spirit, and began to rebel against the master.

There have been some similar situations in the history of Hanxia.

It is said that this situation first appeared when Hanxia had not yet been established, when the emperor led a group of immortals to protect all races and guard one territory.

In order to quickly increase the power of the magic weapon, the monks will sacrifice the enemy's flesh and blood vitality, as well as part of the spirituality, and even the soul into the magic weapon, so as to strengthen the spirituality of the magic weapon and speed up its transformation into a magic weapon.

But later, the monks in Hanxia discovered that most of the magic weapon spirits produced by this move were spiritually independent, and they were prone to rebel against their masters, or even kill their masters.

After Hanxia was established and the moral system was perfected, such actions were gradually banned.

Nowadays, the six officials of Hanxia regard this kind of method of sacrificing magic treasures as an evil way, and the only one who can use similar methods is the Sifang Demon Sect.

The way he looked up and down made Taoist Long Ming feel that something was wrong.

He was still about to speak, but the Bihe pen in Mi Luo's hand had already been tapped out, and the ink marks flew past, forming a long rainbow, trying to cover Taoist Longming.

"Immortal, what do you want to do! I really..."

Taoist Long Ming hurriedly avoided, but before he finished speaking, the three fire jade needles had already pierced his body, watching him scatter in all directions, turning into black air.

Mi Luo's voice came again: "I'm not blind, I don't know what the painting saint wants to do, but what he did is more to help you maintain your rationality. And you..."

The veil was scattered, and Mi Luo, who was sitting in the chariot, unfolded Yun Yangqing's scroll, mana was poured into it, and a faint spiritual light emerged, and the chains around Taoist Longming kept trembling, as if he wanted to return to the scroll.

"Refining my Senior Brother's Companion Life Treasure Sacrifice into this appearance, no matter how you look at it, you have a bigger problem."

After the words fell, Mi Luo casually threw a hook in the air again, and a long river naturally appeared in the void.

The river was surging, seemingly endless, and Taoist Longming was submerged again in an instant.

Long Ming, who was on guard, wanted to dodge, but the painting saint outside the scroll made another move, fixed him for a moment, and let him fall into the water.

As soon as he touched it, Long Ming knew that the river water was no small matter. It seemed to be based on the power in the picture scroll, but in fact it was mixed with the aura of Yunhua Baozhi. This made Long Ming, who was compatible with the picture scroll, unable to ignore it. The hidden rushing undercurrent in the long river.

What's more, after Long Ming fell into it, Mi Luo waved at Chang He twice.

The undercurrents suddenly seemed like formations, layer upon layer, one circle after another.

Taoist Longming wanted to jump out of the long river several times, his whole body was agitated.

With him as the center, the aura that diffused outwards was swept away by undercurrents one after another before rushing out a foot. With the surge of water, it disappeared layer by layer. After leaving for a foot, there was nothing left.

The painting saint also took the opportunity to tap the tip of his pen, intending to erase Taoist Longming.

The extreme fear made Taoist Longming know that if he did not make a choice, he would surely die.He completely gave up on himself, swallowed the precious branch of Yunhua in one gulp, relying on the Hanxia aura in it, after distinguishing it from the scroll, he jumped out along the crack.

Seeing this, Mi Luo patted the chariot and flew out along the crack.

"This is……"

Looking at the purgatory-like world in front of him, Mi Luo was startled, and the next second he sat down in the chariot and began to dissipate, leaving only the blue clouds surrounding the surroundings, and lotus flowers blooming, exuding a faint holy breath, making people The filth accumulated in the surrounding land gradually decreased.

Compared to Mi Luo, Taoist Long Ming was much more miserable.

He himself cultivated supernatural powers through the method of practice in the painting scroll, and cultivated himself into an existence similar to a painting spirit.

Now, although relying on Yunhua Baozhi to jump out of the picture scroll, he has the possibility of independent existence.

But as the painting saint erased his image in the scroll and lost most of his foundation, he instantly turned into a cloud of black gas, his reason and consciousness began to dissipate, and he instinctively swallowed the blood and mist around him, trying to go further.

Mi Luo looked at the continuously twisted chains under the influence of Longming's power, his complexion slightly wrinkled, and was about to make a move, but the painting saint had already made a move, and the tip of the pen touched Taoist Longming's body, as if it was stained with ink, and took away most of him at once. Little by little, he repaired the scenery that had gradually disappeared due to the confrontation between the two, and restored the mouth that was torn apart by Taoist Longming.

After several strokes, Taoist Long Ming disappeared completely, and the remaining chains also collapsed inch by inch, returning to a small piece.

As the painting saint raised his hand, the fragments fell into Miro's hands.

After doing all this, a mysterious light emerged from the painting saint's body, suspended in front of him, as clear as a puddle of clear water.

The pen tip fell into it, and after cleaning it a few times, the painting saint re-drawn the scenes of the old monk, the great master, and the nether world on the south, west, and north sides of the transformation.

During the period, when depicting the great master and the old monk, Mi Luo could clearly see that the blood was continuously flowing from the painter's wrist, along the penholder, and blended into the painting, making the spirituality of the great master and the old monk more active.

After finishing everything, the painting saint turned around and looked at Mi Luo.

Mi Luo, who also looked at the saint of painting, was surprised to find that this No. 1 in the Illusionary Realm was so thin that only skin and bones remained.

But judging from his appearance, the great master and old monk he just described are all himself.

It's just that the great master is free and easy, the old monk is merciful, and the painting saint is only sad and silent.

"Dare to ask senior, can you tell me what happened back then?"

Mi Luo bowed slightly, he could already see the mysterious light emerging from the painting saint, there were some traces of Miao Youzong's martial arts, no accident should be taught by Yun Yangqing back then.

Today, the painting saint has practiced in the illusory realm for many years, has a cultivation level equivalent to that of the mysterious light realm, and can bear Mi Luo's title of senior.

Seeing Mi Luo, the painting saint was silent for a long time before slowly opening his mouth.

"You... say... I'll come!"

Obviously he is a superb monk, but when Huasheng spoke, he seemed like a mortal who hadn't spoken for many years, his voice was hoarse like two stones sharpening each other.

While speaking, he turned the brush in his hand, and a mountain peak appeared out of nowhere in the void.

Looking from a distance, I only feel that the rocks and bones in the mountain are luxuriant, and there is a sense of beauty and precipitousness.

In the details, the green trees are lush and the stone bones are soaked in water. It can be described as a first-class summer resort.

What's even more amazing is that there are flying birds, swimming fish, colorful butterflies, apes, sika deer, red-crowned cranes and other creatures in this mountain peak, all of which are full of vitality and not like dead things.

"Accept the universe in a stroke, and develop it in the ink."

Mi Luo sighed with emotion, and walked into it with the painting saint without slowing down. He found that every time the painting saint took a step, his withered body would become a little fuller, and the clothes on his body would have more patterns and more accessories.

After sitting down in a gazebo, the painting saint seemed to have returned to his original state.

He looks like a middle-aged man in his 40s, with smooth skin, but there are some wrinkles around his eyes, and his breath looks peaceful, calm and charming.

"Please sit down! Now that there are no living things in the world, and the grass and trees in the veins of the earth have been polluted, I can only let you observe such illusory scenes. It is really impolite."

The painting saint who spoke again, his voice became deep and deep, full of magnetism, and his enunciation became very accurate.

For those who love voices, Huasheng's voice at this moment can be called a blessing from heaven.

But Miro didn't care at all, and asked again what happened that year.

　The leg injury is finally almost healed, and there are still two additions of 1000 and [-] in June, and this month's addition of [-] monthly tickets, a total of three additions.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)