I want to embrace the moon for nine days

Chapter 256 Painting Soul Tianshuang, everyone shows their abilities

"The Lieutenant of Xueling County is so powerful."

Xia Hou sighed with a smile, "I have long heard that the Situ family, where Xueling County Sheriff is located, is a giant. To be defeated, it must be because of the good people who have more help, and the bad people who have less help."

"Master is able to fly into the sky. He is probably in the realm of Xuan Fei. It is rare in the snow mountains. Maybe he also showed great strength in that accident?"

Dongfang Xin laughed and was about to speak.

Su Hanshan took over the conversation and said: "Brother Dongfang is indeed the number one hero. If the Crouching Ox Sword hadn't been unsheathed and broken Situ Daozi's momentum, we would all have fallen there."

Dongfang Xin's eyes moved slightly, and he immediately knew that Su Hanshan was unwilling to reveal too many details of the original battle.

The people sitting on the scroll are all human beings. They seem to be drinking soup in the back and not participating in the conversation, but after hearing these words, they naturally understand in their hearts.

Xia Hou also noticed the subtle changes in the atmosphere and knew that he had acted too hastily and asked too many questions when they first met, making others wary. He smiled on the surface and casually asked about other things.

The past few months since he was reborn have been going very smoothly for him.

Boom! ! !

There are large cracks and gaps in some places on the city wall, which makes people feel that even if a hill is inserted upside down, it may not be filled completely.

It can also serve as a warning when encountering powerful spirits.

Dongfang's new control scroll dropped to about ten feet above the ground, hovering in mid-air, waiting for people in the city to come out to meet.

As Dongfang Xin spoke, he walked directly through the talisman's red light, entered the city, and raised it again so that he could observe a larger area when looking down.

Each mouth of this lizard is big enough to swallow an adult man's head in one bite.

However, the long street has sunk and broken, many houses have collapsed, houses have been destroyed, and the towering city walls are also in dire straits.

Even if Su Hanshan and the others wanted to fly over from high in the sky, they actually caused a reaction from some of the spell pillars.

Up and down the cliff, hundreds of figures in different costumes were fighting with those spirit monster figures.

But the most terrifying thing about it is not when it bites, but when it spits out. The poisonous slurry it shoots out of its mouth is as fast as a crossbow arrow. A drop of it can pierce a person's intestines and rip it apart.

"When the military personnel are transferred, they should also entrust someone to manage it on their behalf. Did something happen in the city?"

Quancheng is known as a fertile field, and it is not completely mountainless. It is just a little sparser and lower than other places.

The topics change unknowingly, and the anecdotes that I enthusiastically tell when listening to other people's stories.

At this time, everyone looked attentively. Between the eastern hills, there were clearly large and small cyclones of clouds and mist colliding with each other. There were also flickering lights of fire under the fog.

However, the warning of the talisman pillar has appeared for a long time, and the city can still only see people poking their heads in the streets and markets, but no one with whom they can speak comes to inquire and negotiate.

There are many mountains in Shanyang County. In addition to the remnants of the Fulong Mountains, there are also several large and small mountain ranges that extend into the territory.

However, these city walls still clearly appear to have been repaired.

Official officials of Da Chu may not know other secret arts, but this kind of incantation to ward off evil spirits is a mandatory requirement. Anyone who wants to be an official must learn it.

With Xiahou guiding the way, everyone soon saw the outline of the main city of Quan City.

It was obvious that those spells were drawn with the blood of spirits mixed with cinnabar. Their greatest effect was to intimidate those lower-level spirits and drive them away.

Xia Hou behaved exactly like a curious person. He no longer kept an eye on Xueling and inquired about things. Of course, he would not cause these people to be too wary.

Su Hanshan flicked his bracelet, and there seemed to be a slight thunder in the air, blocking the smell of blood from the painting.

Because in those gaps, large hardwood pillars were erected.

Although it has no destructive power, it brings a nauseating smell of blood.

The person who shot the iron ball was a lanky man with a horse-faced face. There was an old injury on the left side of his face, and a piece of flesh was missing from the side of his lip, exposing his gums.

It may be for this reason that although the military disaster and severe drought have occurred year after year, the scenery in the main city is much better than outside, and greenery can still be seen everywhere.

The big copper-skinned man nailed the lizard and ran away.

A huge boulder fell from the cliff and hit the deep valley. The sound was like thunder and echoed everywhere.

When Su Hanshan and the others were outside the city, they were too far apart and did not notice anything strange.

They soon discovered that there was something strange in the eastern part of this huge city.

All the prey he obtained was put to good use, and his strength increased by leaps and bounds, far exceeding his own at the same time in his previous life.

In Cangshui County back then, Magistrate Gao also painted these charms.

It was probably the time before he died in his previous life, and his life was too tense. If he were to change to the environment ten years ago, even though he knew that there would still be disasters in the future, he couldn't help but relax.

In the main city, it is said that there are seventy-two springs, each with its own wonders. They are all beautiful places, and the spring water is inexhaustible for thousands of years.

Each pillar is covered with dark red talismans and seals. Among the large and small incantations, there are also carved patterns of the faces of gods and Buddhas.

To the east of the main city, there are many hills covered with clouds and fog. In the black ashes, there are many hints of new green, and the scenery is unique.

In the Fulong Mountains, spirits often appeared. Relying on his experience and knowledge in his previous life, he clearly knew the natural weaknesses of most spirits. He planned ambushes and could often defeat the strong with the weak.

A big man with a skin as complex as copper, held up the spear in his hand, rushed out of the pool, roared loudly, pierced a red lizard with three heads, and nailed it to the boulder.

The unexpected encounter with his mentor and the news he received made him regain the cautious and sophisticated mentality of his previous life.

Thin blood-colored smoke condensed like wisps of red light, reaching high into the sky.

Three iron balls shot out from behind and hit the lizard's bloody mouth. Fire erupted and blew its head apart.

His strength is only Qi Hai Dacheng, but when the military left, he made an exception and left behind a batch of machine armor.

The suit he wore was dark and majestic, with scratches everywhere, and the head armor was missing, but it gave his torso and limbs a power that was not inferior to that of Qihai Perfection.

With his concealed weapons, the trajectory of the thunder and fire bombs shot was changeable, and they collided and ejected.

He can always provide just the right amount of rescue to others, or give a monster a fatal blow.

Many spirits near the valley wanted to kill him first, but with this mentality, they were ambushed by others.

On the cliff, a green wolf with wings suddenly flew up, broke through the hidden weapons, knocked away the ambush of others, and pounced on the black-armored shooter.

There were six or seven large baskets of thunder and fire bombs beside the horse-faced man. He calmly kicked up a basket that was about to be used up, and threw more than sixty thunder and fire bombs into the air.

The black fist shadow and palm shadow suddenly shot out all those thunder and fire bullets.

The winged blue wolf swept its wings, and a green wall of wind rose in the air, blocking a bunch of thunder and fire bombs and detonating them in the distance.

However, at the same time as the explosion occurred in the distance, the green wolf's tail, abdomen, and back were also hit by thunder and fire bombs.

The green wolf with wings was wrapped in a ball of flames, fell with a thick smell of gunpowder smoke, and fell apart.

But before the black-armored shooter could breathe a sigh of relief.

I saw four or five balls of flames rolling forward at the same time. The fire was extinguished, like four or five blue mud balls that collided together again and turned into wolf shapes.

The thin man in black armor was shocked: "No, this is a beast that is about to become a monster!!"

One of the most obvious features of the transformation of spirits into monsters is that their innate magical powers, which originally only affected local areas of the body, will expand to the entire body.

This green wolf with wings could only turn the skin and flesh on its claws into mud, then come back again, and it will heal when pinched, making it easier to repair the injuries to its limbs.

Now, after the whole body was divided, it was able to recover.

The thunderfire projectiles were shot on the surface of the wolf-shaped mud body, directly submerged in the mud, and could not detonate.

When the man in black armor was about to be bitten by the wolf's head, the sea of ​​fog above the valley suddenly exploded.

The icy blue light, like a volley of thousands of arrows, broke through the clouds and scattered down.

The winged green wolf was hit by more than a dozen blue lights and froze on the spot. It shattered into pieces of ice and could never be put back together again.

A large number of spirits in other places, as well as the beasts mobilized by the spirits, have also been favored by these ice-blue rays of light.

Ordinary bloodthirsty beasts will die in one hit, and most spirits cannot survive.

But there are also some spirits with unique magical powers that hide under the soil or hide in mountain walls to escape.

"After the talent of the spirit reaches the point of transforming into a monster, is it so difficult to deal with it?"

Someone in the cloud whispered, "If He Zong sees you playing with your bodies so casually, I'm afraid I'll have to capture you all and taste them all."

The man in the cloud did not stay long, but there were more than a dozen figures flying down into the valley.

The Jiujiu Taoist priest kept his feet on the ground and laughed up to the sky. With his broken gong voice, his laughter was extremely unpleasant. But in the strange laughter of "wahahahaha", the monsters who had just escaped from the icy blue light seemed to have drunk old wine, their blood energy was accelerated, their heads were dizzy, and they were falling asleep.

A dozen other people took action, cutting these spirits into pieces and burning them into charcoal.

A scroll of blue clouds floats over the mountains.

After putting down three groups of people, only Su Hanshan, Dongfang Xin, and Xia Hou were left on the scroll.

Xia Hou's eyes suddenly fell on the top of a mountain.

There was an old man in red clothes on the mountain, his hair was tied up in a wooden hairpin, his old face was sallow, his back was slightly hunched, his belt was wrapped several times, his dress was a little weird, his waist and legs were tightly tied, but his sleeves were extremely loose.

He was taking out scrolls one after another from his sleeves, unfolding them into paintings, floating in the air.

The paintings on the screen are all kinds of beasts. In the signature, the names of the beasts and their natures are noted, as well as related anecdotes.

There was a girl next to her, holding a red pen. Every time a picture was unfolded, she would mark the names of animals.

The beast on the picture seemed to have lost its shackles, roared suddenly, and jumped out of the paper, leaving only a blank space on the picture.

Apes, bison, wild boars, bears, tigers, wolves, leopards, dogs...

These seemingly ordinary beasts have unusual body shapes. Even if they are on all fours, they are all more than ten feet tall.

Those monsters, if you encounter them, will be bitten to death or trampled to death.

However, every time these beasts kill a spirit, they have to return to the drawing paper. When they enter the painting, most of them look reluctant.

The girl next to her, with her sharp eyesight and quick hands, quickly wiped away the red marks on the names of the beasts and rolled them up.

The old man seemed to keep taking away and pulling out the scrolls.

In fact, you can see it if you look closely for a moment.

He only took out sixteen paintings in total. The first painting he took out was also the first to be put back into his sleeve. After all of them were used in one round, he would start using the first painting.

"This is……"

Dongfang Xin stared at it for a while and said in surprise, "The writing will come true, it will hang on the wall, it will fly on its own, the name will be suppressed, and it will be passed down to future generations."

"Could this be one of the thirty-six ancient ways, the true inheritance of the Soul Painting Way?"

In the Middle Ages, there were thirty-six Taoist sects.

The word "Tao" does not refer to Taoism or Taoism, but to methods and paths.

Thirty-six Taoist sects are thirty-six distinctive paths of cultivation.

Each family pursues a unique goal, not seeking to be knowledgeable, but only pursuing purity, and has developed to the extreme in a certain way.

However, in the late Middle Ages, the path of Xuantai Qi training became more and more popular. The most people were suitable for practicing this path, and the power expanded the fastest.

Coupled with the Great Demonic Tribulation Era at the end of the Middle Ages, human beings suffered heavy casualties, and schools that did not have enough disciples were naturally the first to bear the brunt.

The inheritance of the thirty-six paths was cut off one after another.

Even if there are occasionally some fragmentary skills and skills that are handed down, in the eyes of the people of the Great Chu era, they should all be classified into the category of side secrecy.

Su Hanshan had heard many legends about the finishing touch since childhood, and this was the first time he saw such a scene. It was very novel and he felt it carefully.

Those beasts with painted souls seem to have become reality the moment they leave the picture, and are not illusions.

Even with Su Hanshan's current state, he couldn't figure out what happened to the beast the moment it moved in and out of the drawing paper.

But he sensed that the old man's internal energy aura was just at the level of his true form.

These soul-painting beasts released already have the combat power of twelve ladders.

There are also four strange beasts, which are equivalent to real combat power.

In the entire eastern battlefield, except for the huge icy aura that expanded and contracted violently on the back of the southeastern corner of the mountain.

The one who performed the most eye-catchingly and almost guided the entire battlefield situation was this old man.

Only those who have learned the true teaching of Painting Soul Dao can control so many beasts of Painting Soul with the weak and the strong, and the few against the crowd.

"It seems that the battlefield here..."

After Dongfang Xin looked at the old man, he also turned his attention to the peak in the southeast corner, "They already had the upper hand."

Xia Hou suddenly said: "Now that we are here, it would be good for them to reduce some casualties."

Before he finished speaking, he had already jumped down from the Qingyun scroll.

Su Hanshan turned the copper bracelet on his right wrist, looked at Xia Hou's back, and chuckled.

Dongfang Xin stroked his beard and said, "This guy is really hot-tempered."

Su Hanshan said: "This kind of person is very good. He always calls you master. Do you want to really accept a disciple?"

"never mind."

Dongfang Xin shook his head, "I don't like people who are too enthusiastic and curious."

While talking, the two of them had already maintained a certain height and walked around the peak in the southeast corner.

The reason why they did not land directly was because they noticed that the person fighting on the battlefield on the back of the southeast corner of the mountain was also a mysterious master.

If a mysterious master who has already gained the upper hand suddenly notices that two people of the same level are nearby, he may become scrupulous and have more troubles.

Therefore, after approaching the top of the mountain, Su Hanshan and the others exuded a peaceful atmosphere and only watched from a high place, showing their intention of plundering the formation.

The mysterious master on the back of the mountain is a middle-aged man wearing a scarf, short eyebrows and beard, wearing gray clothing, less than six feet tall.

His opponent was a strange man whose whole body seemed to be carved from brass, with slender limbs and a goat's head on his neck.

When Su Hanshan met with Situ Yuntao, he learned about some of the chaos in the Demon Kingdom.

As for the demon kingdom in the East China Sea, the number of masters who have come to Middle-earth in their true form is actually not too many.

However, the great demon king "Panzhu God Queen" was best at the art of formation and sacrifice, and had already arranged many altars in the nine counties in advance.

After the altar is activated, it can attract those old overseas monsters that are lingering in the secret space. Their thoughts will come and they will possess the gods of the corresponding race and exert a certain degree of combat power.

Logically speaking, all the altars here in the main city of Shanyang County have been destroyed.

I wonder why after the Grand Master's army was transferred to the front line, such a goat-headed statue would appear and fight with people?

The sheep-headed monster had discovered that there were two more powerful men of the human race in the sky. Knowing that something was wrong, it roared in anger.

"The demonic calamity is approaching, the nine counties are in chaos, and the spirits will turn into demons. It is a fateful move for us to establish a demon kingdom in the middle-earth."

"You apes, if you try to show off your power for a while, you will regret it in the end!!"

The middle-aged man seized the opportunity and shouted loudly. His body suddenly split into three, one punched, one palm, and one kicked.

The figure with its legs outstretched was full of pleasure, and its appearance seemed to be that of a young man.

The figure holding out the palm is strong and strong, and his appearance is like that of a mature man.

The figure punching out looked ancient and simple, but seemed to be a few years older than the middle-aged man's original appearance.

The three figures were not a sudden glance, but continued to exist, rising and falling, causing the sheep-headed monster to retreat steadily, leaving many holes and dents on its body.

Dongfang Xin praised: "It turns out that the three skills of the God of War have been mastered to their essence."

This "Three Skills of the God of War" is said to have been circulated in a certain holy place in the Middle Ages. It was originally quite crude. It only trained Qi but not body. The method of cultivating the spirit was also shrouded in fog and had no system. Rely on the talented people to realize it on their own.

However, when Da Chu was founded, a general made his fortune relying on this set of martial arts. He loved it so much that he compiled and perfected it many times.

Su Hanshan had read several versions of the general's story in some unofficial anecdotes, but today was the first time he saw this martial arts in person. When he saw it, he suddenly had an association, and his expression was a little subtle.

"Should the three sets of stunts in the "Three Skills of the God of War" also have other names? What are they called?"

Dongfangxin has not yet answered.

The three figures of the middle-aged man suddenly changed again. They stood still with their fists and were completely restrained. The other two figures turned into two strong vitality, intertwining spirals.

"Winds, clouds, and frost are boundless!"

(End of this chapter)