Yuan Shi Tian

Chapter 247 Bone Ink Painted Skin
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The moment the magic sword was sheathed, the sword's silver light shone forward.The dilapidated pavilion was covered with black marks, and the beams and columns that had been split into charcoal by thunder were half tilted to the side.

Xun Shaoyu looked at the body that had been decapitated by a sword. The monster body was as burnt as black charcoal, filled with a trace of rotten odor. The flesh and blood around the neck had been completely charred, and there were large and small black particles. , forming a layer of black charcoal, with a little bit of emerald green demonic light flickering slowly in the gaps between the charcoal layers.

"A monster is just a monster...he insists on seeking death, but he can't blame my sword for being ruthless."

After all, this mountain has three hundred years of practice, tens of thousands of days and nights of hard work, and the Taoism is completely lost in one day.

In fact, for cultivators, unless it is absolutely necessary, they would not be tempted to kill a demon that has been harboring spiritual ideas for 300 years.

Of course, practitioners also have ways to kill and protect the way when they are angry.However, it is easy to break through hard work, just like the swordsman and his like, who boasts that they can dominate the world and smile proudly. They seem to be free and easy for a while, but this road ahead is too difficult, too difficult, and too dangerous.

A true cultivator is not someone who can slay demons in the world, draw his sword and let others go freely.On the contrary, it is the normal state that a practitioner should have to ignore the matter and ignore it.

"disease!"

Xun Shaoyu took out a yellow talisman from his sleeve, pinched the seal with his fingers, and suddenly slapped the yellow talisman, and the yellow talisman turned into a wave of burning fire, which directly engulfed Shan Shu's monster body.The demonic fire continued to burn, and the green fire reflected the surrounding area.

The heat wave in the fire distorted, and the monster's body trembled slightly under the burning flames, showing signs of revival.

Only Xun Shaoyu's powerful magical power kept him calm, so this monster corpse was roasted in the fire for life. Despite his 300 years of practice, he had no choice but to endure it for the rest of his life.

Not long after, the fire gradually went out. Xun Shaoyu flicked his sleeves, and a strong wind blew up out of thin air. The small whirlwind wiped away all the ashes of the demon bones on the ground.

The moonlight was hazy, and even after a battle, Wanyuan was still very quiet. The moonlight reflected Xun Shaoyu's shadow, which stretched very long.

This pavilion has been in disrepair for a long time, and there are dense cobwebs along the road. The dust is so thick that it seems that there is a trace of dust smell in your breath.He put his hands behind his back and walked slowly into the pavilion.

Xun Shaoyu looked at the dilapidated building and walls, as if they would fall apart in the next moment.Stepping up the stairs slowly, the wooden boards of the stairs creaked and creaked.

He frowned slightly, looking at the densely intertwined spider webs, and with a sudden movement of his fingers, sparks suddenly flew out, burning the spider webs into ashes in an instant.

"What a strong evil spirit,"

When he reached the second floor, he came to a desk and suddenly stopped, looking solemnly at the scrolls spread out on the desk.

This is a painting of a beautiful woman with an incense fan. The beauty in the painting is elegant and unconventional. When she shakes the incense fan gently, she has an aura of lightness. She has a leisurely look, beautiful eyes, and a smile on her cheeks. She has an indescribable and endless feeling. Gentle and pleasant.

"Is this the painted skin?"

Xun Shaoyu watched with discerning eyes, and saw traces of green demonic energy slowly rising from the scroll.

This evil spirit is contained but not released, drawn but not restrained. It has the same origin as the evil spirit of the mountains.

Xun Shaoyu touched it lightly with his fingertips. The peerless beauty in the painting felt as wonderful as a girl's skin, making his brows frown even tighter.

"Human skin,"

"What a ruthless method, what an evil spell!"

Xun Shaoyu's expression changed, and his fingers suddenly retracted as if they were burning.

A hint of strange aroma permeates the scroll, giving people the illusion of being drunk.

This is the body fragrance of a 'beauty', or the fragrance of a corpse.

Using the skin of 'Beauty' as paper and the bones of 'Beauty' as ink, a shocking evil painting was created.

This is the painted skin!

According to old legend, the first scroll of painting in the world originated from a branch of magic.

That branch of the demonic path aims at refining the essence, blood and vitality to obtain an indestructible divine bone as the highest state.Once the indestructible divine bone is completed, it will completely disappear. Only a skeleton and white bones will remain in the world. The flesh, blood, fascia, five internal organs, and six internal organs on it will all be transformed into the nutrients of the divine bone. Nourishing the divine bone will make it indestructible. , is a great magical power of the ancient demon god.

The so-called skin-painting technique is an evil trick deduced in order to cover up this magical power.

After all, it is too appalling to walk around the world with a skeleton and white bones.That's why we have the method of painting skin. After careful selection, we select the 'skin' we like and knead it into a skin.

It's just that the twisted nature of people in the devil's path, and the various harsh techniques used to refine the painting's skin, are shocking even after hearing a few words.

What's more, there is a [-]% chance that painting a skin will be impossible, it is extremely labor-intensive, and the chance of success is pitiful.

Therefore, a perfect painting skin can be used as one or two high-end multipliers in the evil current.

"However, that prince's peach blossom evil spirit is very good... he can provoke someone like Shang Shanshu, but ordinary people don't get such treatment." Beating with pure golden flames.

As if feeling Xun Shaoyu's intention and the warmth flowing from his fingertips, the painting's skin trembled slightly, as if begging for mercy, and a trace of strange and sinister fragrance became stronger and stronger.

If ordinary people smell this wisp of fragrance, they will be confused by all the five aggregates; if practitioners smell it, they will also be greatly moved by lustful thoughts.

"Pooh……"

However, when Xun Shaoyu took a whiff of the fragrance, his face looked extremely strange.

"You evil deed, do you think anyone would be willing to smell that corpse stench on your body... Bah... Dust will return to dust, dust will return to dust. Your unparalleled splendor is not as good as a pile of dust."

Flames fell on the scroll, and a shrill scream came from the scroll.With a cold face, Xun Shaoyu stared at the scroll burning until it turned into ashes bit by bit.

"No matter how beautiful a beauty is, isn't she just a pile of withered bones after death? The so-called beauty's fragrant bones... A beautiful woman's fragrant bones, but only a few withered bones after death, is it really still fragrant?"

After sighing with emotion, Xun Shaoyu's ear suddenly moved when he was about to take a step.

"Help……"

"Help……"

A faint cry for help sounded from a dark corner of the pavilion.

Xun Shaoyu's eyes sparkled, and he walked slowly towards the dark corner.

…………

The palace, the lobby!
Dozens of servants, all armed with knives and sticks, are tall and sturdy, with ferocious looks.

Wang Dafa's face was gloomy, and he was playing with two iron eggs in his hands. The shiny iron eggs kept rubbing together, making crisp sounds.

Thunder sounded over the palace, Wang Dafa's expression remained unchanged, but the iron egg spinning in his hand became faster and faster.

The aftermath of the fight in the garden shocked Wang Dafa. The teacup on the table next to him shook and trembled, and little drops of water kept rolling.

The butler bowed to the side and waited carefully, his body as silent as a cicada.

"Whether that little Taoist priest is reliable or not? He doesn't have all his hair, so he doesn't seem to be a great Taoist. I'm just a single seedling. If there are any shortcomings..."

Wang Dafa's eyes were flashing with cold stars.

In front of Xun Shaoyu, Wang Dafa, who acted clumsy and obese, was actually a veteran at pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger. At this moment, he finally showed his true colors.

"Sir, please relax. I have already asked those cultivators. We all know the background of the little Taoist priest. Lanke Mountain is also a fairy mountain with a good reputation in the cultivation world, and it is still worthy of trust."

The housekeeper said in a low voice: "Also, there are many people in our house, all of them are good hands who have practiced martial arts. If there is any big movement, if the little Taoist priest can't resist it. With these good hands protecting him, then Monsters don’t dare to hurt you at all.”

Wang Dafa snorted and said: "None of the Taoist monks raised in our house are useful. Otherwise, I wouldn't have to accompany this old face to please a young child."

"However, Lanke Mountain is a famous mountain after all. The little Taoist priest has some shortcomings, so we shouldn't be anxious."

Wang Dafa sighed softly: "I beat the young one, but when the old one comes, we still don't believe it. We can't kill this monster."

The butler marveled and said, "My master is far-sighted and I admire him very much."

"I admire you very much too!"

A voice drifted out of the window, and Xun Shaoyu stood in front of the door and window at some unknown time, listening to the strange tricks between the master and the servant.

"Immortal Elder,"

Wang Dafa was stunned and exclaimed.

Immediately, as if nothing had happened, Mr. Wang eagerly invited Xun Shaoyu into the lobby.

It’s true, people’s hearts are separated from each other!

Looking at Wang Dafa, whose face remained as usual and everything was as usual, Xun Shaoyu shook his head imperceptibly. This guy's face was really thick and his heart was extremely dark.

"Chief Immortal, it's great that you're okay. I thought, I thought you..."

At this moment, Wang Dafa's emotions were sincere and his eyes were filled with tears, making it impossible to find any flaws.

Xun Shaoyu said: "Killing demons and demons is my duty as a cultivator. I don't need to take it to heart."

"There is also good news. Your son is trapped in the attic. Although he has been sucked by a monster and suffered a disaster, he is just physically and mentally exhausted. After practicing for a while, you may see results."

"Come on, bring that traitor up to me."

When Wang Dafa heard this, his face showed ecstasy.

"oops……"

Wang Dafa burst into tears and couldn't help but cupped his hands and said: "Master Immortal... you not only got rid of the evil spirits, but also saved Quanzi's life. You are so kind to me, Wang, and to the Wangjiazhuang, and you are not afraid of rebuilding it with kindness!"

"I treat a rebellious son, and I would like to thank the Immortal for his great kindness in surviving." Wang Dafa gave a heavy salute, which seemed particularly heavy.

The prince, who was being helped out by servants, looked pale, had chapped lips, and was in a daze.

"Thank you, thank you, Xian,"

At this moment, the young prince was so thin that only his skin and bones were left, half of his whole body was decadent, he opened his mouth and babbled, his spirit was as loose as a broken bone.

"Young Master has lost both his spirit and spirit. It's time for him to take good care of himself and cultivate himself. He needs more training."

Xun Shaoyu looked at Mr. Wang's appearance and couldn't help but shook his head and said a word or two of comfort.

The beauty of this mountain is not easy to enjoy.

Given Prince Wang's current condition, even taking a daily supplement of blood ginseng and Ganoderma lucidum will not be able to replenish his lost vitality, and his life span will definitely be shortened.This is because he comes from a wealthy family, he doesn't care about spending a little money, he is willing to use his energy to nourish and nourish, and he can still make up for some shortcomings.If he was born in a small household, just one or two of these things would be enough to kill half of his life.

Wang then echoed: "What the Immortal Master said is absolutely true, and what he said is absolutely true."

"Carry the young master down, it's embarrassing."

Wang Dafa waved his hand heavily, and several servants slowly carried Prince Wang out of the main hall.

Mr. Wang's eyes were red and moist, and he said: "It's unfortunate for our family... It's unfortunate for our family to have such a rebellious son!"

"If the Immortal hadn't sacrificed his life, little old man... I really don't know how I could repay you?"

Mr. Wang calls it 'beautiful', but the actual content is pitiful.

Xun Shaoyu waved his hand and said: "Old man, there is no need to be so polite. Monsters are causing trouble. How can we, the righteous people, just sit back and watch the monsters run rampant?"

Master Wang was grateful, and said: "Mr. Wang is very grateful for the matter of the dog. In the future, the immortal will have a mission, and the little old man will also repay the favor of the immortal for his wealth and life."

"come,"

After saying that, Wang Dafa stretched out his hand, and several servants slowly came to Xun Shaoyu carrying several large plates of gold and silver ingots.

"I heard that Immortal Elder is about to travel far away. This is a little wish from the little old man. I want you to take care of me along the way and save you from the trouble of eating and sleeping in the open."

"Chief Immortal, please accept this kindness."

Xun Shaoyu looked at several large plates of gold and silver and shook his head silently.

This is to drive him away, but it's not easy to say it clearly, so I just take some money and pay for it.Among them, the meaning of crossing the river and demolishing the bridge is also too urgent.

He looked at the dark night outside the house, with a little bit of starlight shining brightly.

"This intention is too heavy."

With the faint words, Xun Shaoyu retreated, as if he were riding the wind to control the emptiness. Thunder light flashed under his feet, and there were many phantoms.

"Since Mr. Ling is no longer seriously injured and the demon has been subdued by Pindao, it's time for Pindao to leave."

"Pindao, it's time to go!"

Xun Shaoyu's figure was so fast, and while his voice was still echoing in Wang Dafa's ears, he had already left the palace and disappeared into the vast night.

The moment Xun Shaoyu left, he opened his Dharma eyes and glanced at the palace's aura.

In the mid-air of the palace, cranes danced gracefully. The bit of decayed blackness had disappeared without knowing when. The golden energy was as stable as Mount Tai, suppressing the gathering of red clouds.

This kind of atmosphere is the family fortune that only a wealthy family can have.

However, for some reason at this time, the most important bit of green energy was now intermittent, as if it was about to be completely broken.

"The virtue of a gentleman is cut off in five lifetimes. The ancestor has given Wangjiazhuang more than ten lifetimes of blessings. Now after this consumption, it seems that this causal relationship is over."

Xun Shaoyu felt a sudden realization in his heart. On this trip down the mountain, the first stop he made was Wangjiazhuang. The founder also had a purpose.

This Wangjiazhuang is located at the foot of Langke Mountain. They are all members of the ancestor's clan, including some of the blood descendants from the past. Of course, these are all tied to the ancestor.

However, there are more than a thousand members of the Wangjiazhuang clan, and among them dragons and snakes are mixed. Most of them do not use the name of Grandmaster Lanke as a good deed, but use it to benefit themselves and even kill others.

Doing this once or twice is okay, and three or four times is also tolerable.But this is not just a few times, but more than a dozen generations have done this.

The relationship between this and the cause has long made the ancestor unbearable.Just a little bit of blood karma forced the Patriarch to turn a blind eye.

But the unnecessary consumption of love will eventually be used up one day.

(End of this chapter)