I have a roll of fairy pictures

Chapter 116 Eight Immortals

Jin Chanzi looked at Huo Taixian patiently, but Huo Taixian sat there, his mood became more and more gloomy.

He just wanted to steal some genius treasures to save people, so what's wrong with him?

Why did God treat him like this?

Huo Taixian's eyes were gloomy, and he looked at Jin Chanzi, unwilling to believe half a word he said.

It's just that for Huo Taixian now, it is indeed a dilemma.

After breaking the seal, Jin Chanzi escaped.If he doesn't break the seal, he will starve to death here.

"If I draw the picture of the Eight Immortals, I don't know if I can subdue the golden cicada." Huo Taixian thought in his mind:

"Whether you can subdue Jin Chanzi or not, at least you must have the ability to save your life after breaking the seal."

"If the picture of the Eight Immortals can be made, it will be 800 years of divine power. It should be much easier to activate the scroll of mythology. I don't want to be able to subdue Jin Chanzi, but I just want to save my life under Jin Chanzi's hands."

Huo Taixian immediately thought of another question, his own Tiangong brush is the most precious thing, what if this golden cicada sees money eyes open and snatches his paintbrush?
Just when he was worried, the Tiangong Pen in his body sent a message: "Don't worry about the host, the gods are self-deprecating, and no one can see the unusualness of the Tiangong Pen except the host. The most important thing is that the host It has been bound with the Tiangong Pen, no matter where the world is, as long as the host has a thought, the Tiangong Pen can be summoned back."

Huo Taixian felt relieved, that's all right!
Immediately, he began to outline on the picture scroll, and as the golden liquid disappeared bit by bit, the picture of the Eight Immortals in front of Huo Taixian gradually became clear.

A ball of golden liquid is not enough, after using up the golden liquid, Huo Taixian is using his means to carry back the golden liquid above.

Jin Chanzi is not worried when he sees this, Huo Taixian is a mere little monk who does not belong to the myth, and his painting is still intermittent, how can he put it in his eyes?
What picture scroll can he make?
It was just going back and forth like this seven or eight times, Huo Taixian suddenly noticed something strange, and looked upwards with his eyes:
"Why didn't the gold liquid in the pool decrease?"

"If you steal the Buddha's blood, blood will automatically flow out of the Buddha's golden body to fill up the Buddha's blood in the pool." Jin Chanzi looked at Huo Taixian:
"The Buddha has a golden body of six feet, and the blood is limited after all. After tens of thousands of years of consumption, I am afraid that there will not be much left. Now the Buddha's blood is used less and less. You can just steal it, and there will be Buddha's blood in the end." The moment of light stealing."

Huo Taixian was silent when he heard the words, and looked at the half-painted picture of the Eight Immortals in his hand. The difficulty of assembling the picture set was indeed beyond his expectations, and the consumption of geniuses and treasures was beyond his imagination.

This is the blood of the Buddha, and it can be known if you think about it.But now I haven't even finished drawing a picture of the Eight Immortals. It can be seen that the consumption of the atlas is indeed beyond people's expectations.

There was a hint of thought in Huo Taixian's eyes, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and continue painting.

If he can't finish painting the picture of the Eight Immortals, he will not be able to obtain the 800-year divine power, and without the 800-year divine power, he will not be able to continue to activate the mythical scroll.

Huo Taixian painted for two days and two nights. With the last stroke, the golden body of the Buddha dried up and turned into a cloud of fly ash. When no more blood flowed down, the Atlas of the Eight Immortals in front of him suddenly burst out with an immeasurable divine light , The majestic vision of heaven and earth soared into the sky, and golden lotuses poured from the sky, but they were stopped by the Buddhist formation in the cave.

A mighty divine power poured into Huo Taixian's body, and the golden blood in Huo Taixian's body continued to swell and soar, replacing the blood in his whole body in a blink of an eye, and then invaded his heart, intending to transform his heart.

Only one left atrium was transformed, and then stopped, the evolution of the divine blood stopped, Huo Taixian only felt an indescribable power in his body, and the picture of the Eight Immortals in front of him twisted for a while, turning into a stream of light and sinking into his body.

"This...how is this possible? Mythology Atlas? How can you draw a Mythology Atlas with a mere mortal body?" Jin Chanzi looked at Huo Taixian with disbelief in his eyes:
"Who are you! Who are you? Who are you? You can never be an ordinary person! What is your purpose in entering the cave?"

Huo Taixian heard the words and looked at Jin Chanzi's true spirit. At this time, Huo Taixian had 800 years of supernatural power, and he could already see some clues of Jin Chanzi.

Jin Chanzi is indeed going to die!
Just dying, but not completely dead yet.

"It doesn't matter who I am, what's important is that I think we can talk about it." Huo Taixian held the support pillar with his palm.

He admits that even if he draws the picture of the Eight Immortals, he is by no means an opponent of Jin Chanzi's true spirit.

The previous cultivation base was weak, so that's all.But at this time, Huo Taixian's divine power continued to superimpose, and when he was able to activate the mythical scroll, he realized how terrifying Jin Chanzi was.

The Eight Immortals is not Jin Chanzi's opponent, the only thing he can rely on is the sky pillar in his hand.

"I haven't gone out for tens of thousands of years, and I missed it." Jin Chanzi sighed leisurely: "I didn't expect such a master to lurk in."

"But it doesn't matter, if I swallow you and which monk, I will be able to continue my life, and then this enchantment will not be able to trap me." Jin Chanzi's eyes showed a gleam:
"What about a collection of myths? There is also a gap in the realm of myths. I have already condensed into a true spirit, so how can it be compared with ordinary myths."

"You can indeed kill me, but before I die, I must have time to throw the sky pillar in my hand and completely suppress your physical body, so what if you break the seal? The real body can only Died of old age under the supporting pillar." Huo Taixian looked at Jin Chanzi with a smile.

Jin Chanzi paused, his face darkened, and he said after a long time, "Now I'm in trouble."

"It's really troublesome." Huo Taixian nodded: "So let's find a solution. I don't want to die here, and you don't want to die here. We don't want to die, so there must be a solution."

Huo Taixian held the Tianzhu and looked at Jin Chanzi with a frightened expression, and couldn't help but feel happy.

Talk about something!
Some talks have a chance to resolve the crisis.

"Talk? How do you talk?" Jin Chanzi had a gloomy face.

"After you go out, you can't slaughter all living beings, how about it?" Huo Taixian asked.

"Impossible!" Jin Chanzi shook his head: "The state of my real body, you should be able to see by now that my lifespan is about to come to an end. Only by devouring thousands of sentient beings can I suppress the dead energy in my body. Forcibly continue the fate for me."

This is an endless loop.

If he is not born, Jin Chanzi will die in the cave.Born into the world, if he doesn't devour all living beings in the world, the golden cicada will still die of old age.

"How many years can you prolong your life by devouring thousands of sentient beings?" Huo Taixian's face darkened.

"Ten years!" Jin Chanzi said.

Huo Taixian's face twitched: "In this way, even if there are trillions of living beings in the wilderness, how long will it be enough for you to devour them?"

"I don't want to die! I still have my work to do." Jin Chanzi looked at Huo Taixian: "I had accepted my fate and died of old age in this cave, but I suddenly remembered something, I can't die yet , there is someone waiting for me to rescue. When I rescue her, it doesn't matter if she dies."

Huo Taixian looked at Jin Chanzi, as if he had caught a turning point in the matter: "Why don't I take care of the matter for you, how about you die?"

Jin Chanzi was silent, and looked at Huo Taixian with his eyes, as if he was looking at an idiot.

"Who are you going to save?" Huo Taixian was embarrassed by Jin Chanzi, so he had no choice but to talk about it, to see if he could find a turning point.

"A woman! Mrs. Bone of Pipa Mountain!" Jin Chanzi said: "In recent years, I am near the end of my life, and I only realized the omission of memories in the past when I looked back. My memory is that Lady Bone of Pipa Mountain."

Speaking of this, Jin Chanzi's eyes were full of embarrassment: "Ms. Bone was suppressed by that bald donkey and practiced day and night under the Buddha stickers. It has been tens of thousands of years, and I don't know if she is still alive."

"I rescued Mrs. Bones for you, how about you go on the road with peace of mind?"

Huo Taixian looked at Jin Chanzi with his eyes.

"Bah! Shameless boy, what ability do you have, dare to say to uncover the Buddha's gold sticker?" Jin Chanzi smiled disdainfully, then closed his eyes:

"I'm not in a hurry, I have plenty of time to wait. If you don't want to starve to death, you can only open the seal."

Looking at the golden cicada who was determined by his appearance, Huo Taixian also fell into helplessness at this time.

How to do?
If the seal is broken, the golden cicada will definitely start a killing spree, and tens of thousands of sentient beings will be doomed, which is ten times more harmful than the harm caused by the little lord digging up the Longmen embankment?
The excavation of the Longmen Dike may not drown millions of people, but everyone will be affected and displaced.

And the golden cicada was born, devouring tens of millions of living beings, only temporarily delaying life, reversing life and death!

Ten million is just a basic number, God knows how much he will swallow?

Jin Chanzi is too cunning!
If I broke the seal for my own selfishness, how would it be different from the little lord?
How is it different from the Southwest?

It's just that he really doesn't want to die here.

"There is a way! There must be a way!" Huo Taixian's mind flickered wildly, and asked the four-legged snake in his body:

"Is there anything you can do to help me break the calamity?"

"Jin Chanzi has already condensed the true spirit, and there is no law in the world that can restrain him." The four-legged snake shrank in Huo Taixian's Taigong picture at this time:

"Even if he is willing to take the initiative to recognize you as the master like me, you must not believe it. He is a great evil from the ancient times. Even the Buddha can't restrain him. How can you restrain him? He has countless ways to solve it instantly. Contract, and then swallow you in one gulp."

"The little snake in your body is interesting. It seems that in the future of time, the breath of fate is circulating. Eating it must be a great tonic." At this moment, Jin Chanzi opened his mouth, and Huo Taixian was shocked. The four-legged snake in the body trembled, and then got into the Taigong Tu, turning into a stiff body, not daring to move.

(End of this chapter)