I have a roll of fairy pictures

Chapter 232 The Holy Scroll - Tathagata Picture

With the holy throne in hand, who would be willing to throw it away?

This is a holy place!

Huo Taixian looked at the holy seat in his hand, and then at the corpse not far away, with a look of confusion in his eyes.

He wants the holy throne, but he is afraid of being tricked by others.

After all, if those old and immortal people really used their means to plot against themselves, and directly took themselves away, who would they ask for reasoning?

Huo Taixian looked inside his own Tiangong brush, and suddenly had an idea in his mind.

The previous mark said that this holy seat and everything in the palace belonged to him, right?

A holy throne, plus a dead body of a saint, and the huge beliefs that can be gathered on the list of gods, can you ask yourself to draw a five-party five-old, or five emperors?

There was light in Huo Taixian's eyes, and when he came to Huasheng's body, the corners of his mouth curled up:

"Senior, since you are dead, you will die. I will avenge you. How about your body as my merit? I will definitely suppress those two saints for you in the future."

"If you object, just squeak, and if you don't make a sound, I will take it as your acquiescence?" Huo Taixian stood in front of the crystal coffin and muttered in a low voice.

"Well, there is no objection, it seems that I agree with my method." Huo Taixian's mouth curled up and he sneaked into his heart and asked Tiangongbi: "Sacrifice to the saint's fruit, a saint's corpse, and all the geniuses in this palace Treasure, I want to make a picture of the Tathagata."

"Om~"

As the words fell, the Tiangong brush in Huo Taixian's body revived. At this time, a majestic Qi flew out of the Tiangong brush and diffused into the entire palace.

"Om~"

The holy seat in Huo Taixian's hand seemed to have sensed something was wrong, and suddenly the divine light shook, and he wanted to escape from Huo Taixian's palm, but a divine light flew out from the Tiangong brush, directly fixing the holy seat in midair.

"Bastard, what kind of treasure is this? You don't talk about martial arts, I give you all the treasures, Patriarch, and you still come to harm me." Sure enough, there was an angry curse from inside the holy seat:

"Ah! Ah! Ah! What kind of treasure is this? Let me go! Let me go!"

"Who are you?" Huo Taixian was shocked in his heart: "This old bastard is indeed a veteran of cheating people. If I didn't have the Tiangong pen, I'm afraid I would have been plotted against him long ago. He is an imposing saint. Why? Would you be willing to die? How could you be willing to die?"

"I am a saint of painting, boy, what method did you use to harm me? If you stop quickly, all our grievances and grievances will be wiped out. I don't blame you for offending me, Patriarch, and I will teach you all my skills to help you prove the truth." There is no holy place.”

Huo Taixian smiled: "Didn't senior say he was dead? You have already given me all the inheritance, why are you alive again?"

"Zhuzi! Let me go! I am a saint, an immortal saint. If you dare to harm me, I will never end with you, my ancestor. I will never let you go." Stop yelling.

"I don't know the origin of this Tiangong brush, but it can have such great power that even the status of a saint can be fixed." Huo Taixian ignored the insult of the painting saint, but looked at the Tiangong brush inside his body, his eyes were full of surprise .

"Boy, if you let me go, I will definitely accept you as my ancestor, and I will also give you the origin of the way of heaven to help you unite with the heavenly realm." The voice of the painting saint was full of urgency and anxiety at this time.

"I think the source of the heavenly world and the good fortune left by the ancestor, I just take it myself. Since the ancestor is dead, he should die well. Don't be a demon. I will avenge you." Huo Tai Sin is joking about painting St.

"Zhuzi, you... Patriarch, I have roamed the heavens for countless years, but I never imagined that I would fall into the hands of a mere ant like you. I am not reconciled, Patriarch! I am not reconciled, Patriarch!"

Before he could finish his words, he saw the divine light of the Tiangong Brush shrink, and easily dragged the holy person in.

The next moment, a colorful light came from the Tiangong brush, and then swept away the corpses and all kinds of treasures in the palace.

"not enough!"

An idea came from the Tiangong pen.

"What is the origin of the Tiangong brush?" Huo Taixian was secretly startled.

The Buddha is one of the five elders of the Tiangong, and his strength may have stepped into the holy position.Such a sage with great supernatural powers can draw on the other side, so one can imagine the horror of this brush.

"Sacrifice the beliefs in the list of gods." Huo Taixian said.

"Om~"

The beliefs in the list of gods were vented out like a tide, and the beliefs gathered in the list of gods bottomed out in an instant.

Fortunately, at the last moment, the Tiangong brush stopped absorbing, and a message was transmitted into Huo Taixian's body: the sacrifice was completed.

"Tathagata Buddha, here I come!"

Huo Taixian closed his eyes, countless thoughts flickered in his mind, and then used his energy and spirit as his strength to urge the Tiangong brush to paint.

The picture of the Tathagata teaching comes from the Mogao Grottoes in Dunhuang, Western Regions. It has been worshiped by the people for generations, and it has already had aura.

At this time, along with Huo Taixian's painting, a golden line was slowly outlined between his flesh, bones, and meridians.

With the passage of time, a sacred power gathered in Huo Taixian's body. It was a kind of magic ink different from mythical power, flowing slowly in his body.

Time passed bit by bit, and three days passed in the blink of an eye.

Three days later, an immeasurable rainbow light suddenly appeared behind Huo Taixian, three thousand mother-in-law trees flickered, and 24 relics bloomed with white rainbow light.

A vast golden wheel of merit and virtue emerges behind his head, and it seems that there are three thousand worlds ups and downs in it.

An indescribable majesty, terror, compassion, and solemnity spread out from Huo Taixian's body, diffused out of the palace in an instant, and then swept across the entire small world.

Where the Buddha's light passes, everything is straight, time and space are solidified, and countless creatures in the small world kneel down subconsciously, bow their heads and worship, and silently recite Amitabha.

The Buddha's light swept across the small world and was about to continue to spread towards the great world, but Huo Taixian's body in the ancient tomb was shocked, all the divine light converged completely, and returned to the body in an instant.

At this time, an indescribable power flowed out from the body of the Tathagata Buddha of the West. In an instant, all the mythical power in Huo Taixian's body was assimilated and wiped out. Strange power as thin as a thread circulates in the body.

The power of the holy way!

When Huo Taixian felt the strange power in his body, he was already stunned, with a dumbfounding expression on his face.

The painting world wants to practice mana, or brush and ink, there is no formula, and it can only be done through painting.

If you want to increase the Fa Mo of the doctoral realm, you have to draw the power of the doctoral realm.If you want to paint mythical-level French ink, you have to paint mythical-level scrolls.

In the same way, if you want to increase the magic ink of the saint level, you have to draw the picture scroll of the saint level.

He is an ant without a doctorate, and he can't even paint myths, let alone a saint?
How will his famo increase in the future?

"Since a monk has entered the Tao, the magic ink in his body has been determined, but after entering the holy way, the mana in the body will be re-trained, re-defined, and everything will be overturned. The realm of saints and myths is already two realms."

Huo Taixian couldn't laugh or cry at this time.

Laughter is the Tathagata Buddha who made one of the five elders.

The reason for crying is that there is really too little Famo in his body.

"Three strokes! Only the power of three strokes!" Huo Taixian scratched his head: "After three strokes, let others slaughter you."

Good or not?
He didn't know how many tricks the sage would use to kill the Six Heavens of Creation.

"It's very troublesome." Huo Taixian scratched his head, and looked at Lingxiao Palace with his eyes, and there was indeed a supreme figure.

It is a picture scroll of Buddha!

The Buddha is at the front of the Lingxiao Hall, and at this time, he folded his hands together and fell into a state of meditation.

"The state of the holy way is indescribable." Huo Taixian felt the wonderful state before, and there was a hint of thought in his eyes.

"Huh!" Huo Taixian's heart suddenly moved: "If I sacrifice the entire painting world, I'm afraid I can even paint the Jade Emperor?"

"Buddhas are all masters in the realm of saints, what about the Jade Emperor? What is the realm of the Jade Emperor?" Huo Taixian was secretly startled.

Then a pair of eyes looked at the barrier between the two worlds: "I don't know if I can beat the ghost master to death with one move."

Looking at the ghost master outside, Huo Taixian suddenly felt ready to move: "Just try it! Just try it! If I can't kill you with one move, I will run away immediately."

Huo Taixian thought in his heart, and the divine light gathered in his body. The Buddha in Lingxiao Temple opened his eyes, and then stepped out and fell into Huo Taixian's body, merging with Huo Taixian.

At that moment, Huo Taixian suddenly felt that he had fallen into a strange state, as if he was omnipotent in heaven and earth.

I have become the center of the world, and everything in the world rotates with my own thoughts.

There are countless black and white silk threads between the sky and the earth. It seems that I can change the shape of the thread by stretching out my hand, and even erase or re-draw the black thread between the sky and the earth with a thought.

The world is a picture scroll, which can be smeared at will.

Everything in the world has become different, everything has changed into energy in his eyes, and has become a mass of information that can be modified at any time.

The sky is within reach.

As long as you think about this earth, you can crush it at will.

There is also this time and space, which seems to flow with one's own thoughts.

I am God!

I can change everything and create everything.

There are no more secrets in the universe.

Just when Huo Taixian was immersed in this state, the Famo in his body vibrated, and a sense reminded him to act in time, otherwise Famo would be exhausted.

If you want to perceive this state of omniscience and omnipotence, you need to consume magic ink, and the consumption of magic ink is very fast.

Huo Taixian looked out of the tomb with a pair of eyes, and the people gathered in front of the barrier between the two worlds showed a icy coldness in their eyes.

Time and space lost the distance in his eyes at this time.

Although it was far away in the sky, Huo Taixian felt that it was within reach.

"Go all out! Go all out! The strength of the ghost master is too strong. If I can't knock him down, I will be in bad luck." Huo Taixian's power of the holy way circulated in his body, and then he took out a piece of golden yellow Leaves.

The leaves are golden yellow, the texture is clear, and there are infinite mysteries of heaven and earth inside, and there are countless laws of heaven and earth contained in it.

"One flower, one world, one leaf, one universe."

(End of this chapter)