I have a roll of fairy pictures

Chapter 234 Ghost Master's Conspiracy, Sealing the Small World
A golden bodhi leaf composed of Buddha's light came from the sky.

With just one glance, the ghost master sank, unable to move his gaze away.

What kind of leaf is that?
perfect!

Every line is so flawless, and every texture is composed of countless lines.

That leaf contains the most perfect and flawless law in the world, and it is an indescribable fortune for any living being in the world.

But all of this is a mirror image, which belongs to other saints' avenues.

The avenue of every saint in the world is unique, and no one can imitate it.

The ghost master's body was trembling!
Damn, what a hell!

Isn't there only one saint in the painting world?

When was there a second saint?

Or is this piece of bodhi leaf a means for the saint to stay and guard the tomb?

That piece of bodhi leaf fluttered and dangled, like the most common fallen leaf, but the ghost master couldn't move his eyes. An inexplicable dao rhyme suppressed in the leaves.

That leaf seemed to be drifting, but in fact it was incredibly fast, beyond time and space, beyond his thinking and perception, beyond the rotation of his thoughts.

Can't escape!

Can't avoid it!
Seeing that he was about to be killed by that leaf across time and space, suddenly the void in front of the ghost master twisted, and a triumphant laugh came: "Hahaha! Hahaha! Ghost master, ancestor, I have been waiting for you for a long time. You racked your brains, didn't you still give me cheap in the end?"

Time and space are distorted, and Mishi appears in the field.

"It's you!" Looking at the person in front of him, the ghost master couldn't help but exclaimed, "It's you, you old man!"

"Boy, even though you are as naughty as a ghost, you still drank my master's footwashing water." Mishi smiled complacently, but the next moment his face changed suddenly, and he couldn't laugh anymore.

"Impossible! How could there be a saint in this world! Could it be that the painting saint is not dead? Is the painting saint still alive?" Mi Shi turned around and looked at the bodhi leaf that came across time and space, his eyes were full of horror, and he didn't wait for his reaction. The whole person has been hit by the bodhi leaf, and instantly turned into powder and disappeared without a trace.

"Dead? Died just like that? After fighting for tens of thousands of years, did he just die like this?" The ghost master looked at Mi Shi who had turned into powder, and was a little dazed.

At this time, people from the outside world walked into the tomb of the Chuangshi God, and they had no idea that there had been a world-shattering battle in the tomb of the Chuangshi God.

"Quickly, look for the coffin of the Creator God, and search the tomb of the Creator God."

The Dragon King of the Four Seas and the powerhouses from all walks of life in the Great Zhou soared into the sky one after another, using their magical powers to search for the whereabouts of the inheritance of the Creator God.

The ghost master looked at the wanton crowd, he stood there with hesitation in his eyes, and stood there dumbfounded.

"Damn it, the ghost master escaped." Huo Taixian saw that the Bodhi leaf did not kill the ghost master, his eyes were full of regret, but he also knew from the ghost master's reaction that that leaf was not a ghost What the master can stop is enough to easily suppress and kill the ghost master.

Under the saints are all ants.

"It was that unlucky ghost who stood in front of the bodhi leaf before? He actually blocked the inevitable death for the ghost master?" Huo Taixian stood in the tomb of the Creator God, looking around with a pair of eyes, and there was a hint of thought in his eyes.

Seeing the powerhouses from all walks of life surrounded the Palace of Creation, Huo Taixian took one step and disappeared in the Palace of Creation, and when he reappeared, he was already outside the painting world.

"Here! Right here! If the ghost master dares to kill me, I will definitely settle the karma with him." Huo Taixian was very confident at this time.

After seeing the power of the saint, Huo Taixian felt that he could do it again, and his whole body was full of courage.

I still have the power of two blows, even if I can't kill the ghost master, I must injure him severely.

Inside the Creator's Tomb

Everyone was searching in the small world. At this time, a series of air forces rose into the sky in the small world. The local myths in the small world were furious and wanted to rise up to argue with these outsiders, but facing the outside world in the realm of good fortune Da Neng was killed in just a few moments, and all of them collapsed and fell to the ground in an instant, blood staining the small world.

"I found it! I found the tomb of the Creator God!" Suddenly, the ghost master exclaimed, aware of the palace of the painting saint's inheritance, easily tearing apart the space, and descending into the palace.

At this time, everyone followed closely behind, and one by one they fell into the palace.

Just looking at the empty palace and the overturned coffin, everyone was stunned on the spot.

"Inside the corpse of the painting saint?" Fang Sheng looked at the empty coffin in a daze. He could sense the majesty of the saint and the coercion of the holy way that had not dissipated from inside the coffin.

"The body of the saint is buried here. The pressure has not dissipated, so he must have just left. Who stole the body of the saint?" He looked at the ghost master.

"Why are you all staring at me like this? Let's come here together. Even a fallen corpse of a saint cannot be desecrated. If I want to collect the corpse of a saint, there will definitely be a big commotion. I can't hide it from you." The ghost master was angry. road:
"If I can quietly take away the saint's body, then I will be a saint."

Hearing this, everyone in the field looked at each other and looked at you with a dignified look in their eyes, filled with an indescribable solemnity.

"Someone got there first. Do you still remember the black shadow that crossed the border when we broke through the painting realm?" The ghost master reacted, looking at Fang Sheng and Xuandu.

Xuandu's face was gloomy and cold: "We just came in, he must still be in this world and has not had time to leave. Even if the river is turned upside down, he must be brought out."

"That's right! Even if it's overwhelming, we have to find this fellow." The ghost master's voice was full of murderous intent: "You are looking for traces of this person in the small world, and I will go to the outside passage to guard. This person dares to snatch food , It is really reckless to swallow the saint's artificial creation."

"Look! Dig three feet into the ground, and find him!" A group of ancestors roared angrily, flying towards the small world with the divine light.

A group of patriarch-level characters were actually taken over by others before their eyes. Wouldn't it make people laugh when it spread?

Everyone rummaged all the way, only the ghost master came to the entrance silently, looking at the unhealed space barrier, his eyes suddenly revealed a hint of coldness:
"Hehe! If I trap all these old guys in the tomb of the saint, and then take the opportunity to sweep the world and seize the energy of the entire painting world in one fell swoop, when the energy is unified, the entire painting world will be refined by me. The ghost world devours."

"Why do I need to be a saint at that time? Hold a picture scroll of a saint, and then I can break through to the realm of a saint." The ghost master stood at the gap in the barrier, with murderous intent in his eyes, he suddenly thought of a better way .

To seize the painting sage's good fortune, after all, it is the painting sage's good fortune, not his own good fortune.

There was a hint of contemplation in the ghost master's eyes, then the corners of his mouth turned up, and he took a step forward and reappeared outside the small world.

Looking at the gap in the space barrier in front of him, the ghost master gritted his teeth and showed a terrifying and sinister smile: "Wait for me to devour the entire world of the underworld, and then I will concoct you."

After speaking, the ghost master began to use his supernatural powers to close the gap in front of him.

The ghost took the initiative, and the ancestors who were always paying attention to each other in the painting world immediately noticed something was wrong, and there was a look of horror in their eyes.

"Ghost Lord, what are you doing!" The Buddha ran towards the entrance without saying a word.

"I just discovered it now? It's too late!" The ghost master sneered, and the movements of his hands quickened, and strange lines were continuously imprinted on the space barrier, strengthening the space seal.

"Ghost Lord, you...you...have you snatched the saint's good fortune?" Patriarch Da Zhou also galloped over.

Facing the questioning from the crowd, the ghost master didn't answer, but just maintained the seal on his own.

"He wants to trap us here, trap us in the tomb of the Creator God, and turn us into living dead." The Buddha watched the ghost master's movements, surrounded by Buddha's light, and slapped him.

"Om~"

At this moment, the phantom of the ghost master's clone passed through the barrier and entered the small world directly. Facing the slap from the Buddha, a black chain appeared in his hand, entangled with the Buddha.

And the other incarnation of the Buddha still kept moving his hands, constantly strengthening the seal on the space barrier in front of him.

"You bastard! Stop it! You must not let him succeed. All the masters in the painting world are here. If he seals him, who can stop him from the outside world? Hurry up, break the seal, and stop his movements." Da Zhou Patriarch Anxious.

Outside is his family's country, if it is sealed here by the ghost master, then the ghost master will rule the world, who can be against it?

Who can compete with Da Zhou?

"To destroy his clone, we must break the seal and rush out."

Everyone took action at this time. Although the ghost master's avatar in the small world was somewhat overwhelmed, it would be no problem to block it for a while and complete the seal outside.

"Ghost Lord, the dead body of the saint is in the small world. Don't you want the dead body of the saint? Don't you want to become a saint?" Bi You slashed out with a sword and questioned the ghost master.

The ghost master sneered: "Hahaha! Hahaha! To rule the yang world and lead the world of death to come. At that time, with the promotion of the foundation and creation of the whole world, I will definitely break into the realm of saints and achieve my own way of saints. Why do I need to draw Saint's body?"

As the ghost master spoke, the seal in his hand accelerated.

All the ancestors in the painting world were anxious because their foreheads were on fire, and they shot desperately, but the ghost master is a clone of the six and a half heavens and a half of good fortune. In terms of realm, he is even higher than the Buddha. won?
Officials crush people to death at the first level, and this iron rule is also applicable to the cultivation world.

The cultivation base is half as high, that is the difference between heaven and earth.

(End of this chapter)