Legend of the Great Saint

Kyushu World

The rolling sand dunes are bright red by the sun, extending straight to the end of the world, making people understand why it is called Chizhou.

Suddenly there was a mirage over the desert. It was clearly only black and white, but it changed its magnificent picture. Give people a feeling of a thousand worlds.

This uninhabited land of deadness, at this time, brought together nearly a thousand practitioners, from the weak refiners to the mighty Jindan monks, who all looked up at the mirage in the air and carefully guarded each other.

Not long ago, the news that the painting was about to open spread, and it contained accurate time and place. It caused a storm in the world's painter disciples and rushed to this desert.

There are also some practitioners who are not painters who want to try their luck. The five must-have items are more important. They may be able to mix in the paintings, even if they take one or two magic weapons.

However, it is precisely because this matter is widely circulated, but no one dares to go to the black hand easily. Generally speaking, it is still peace. As for the moment when the painting is really opened, will there be a **** battle, it will not be known.

Suddenly the sand rose in the desert, and the fine gravel was like a fiery fog, blurring the mirage in the air.

A horrible enchanting time enveloped the desert, and the practitioners were afraid to look back. There was a hunchback old man on the sand dunes in the east, watching them indifferently.

"White Camel Sand King!" Someone immediately called the identity of the old man, causing even greater panic.

"Leave the desert." The voice of the White Camel Sand King is low and hoarse, as if this desert is generally ruthless.

Some people tried to plead: "Predecessors, this is about the inheritance of our painters. Please extend the time. After the paintings are opened, we will leave!"

"Leave the desert!"

The wind and sand became more and more fierce, covering the sky.

The sand dunes squirmed, as if they had become giants, and they were about to stand up and crush the fools who dared to wake up his dreams.

The practitioners were shocked, and one of the demon kings was not what they could compete.

However, the mirage in the sky, even if it is covered by sand, is becoming more and more clear, as if it is close at hand.

The painting will be opened soon.

I don’t know if I want to retire, a clear dragon screams through the world.

"Are you a demon king again?" The practitioners are desperate.

The white camel sand king slowly raised his head, and an ink-colored dragon descended from the sky and fell below the mirage.

"White camel friends, they are not intentionally offended, why are you bullying?"

An old man with a ruddy complexion and a slightly fat body, shaking his hand and unfolding a scroll axis, the dragon will return to the painting and still swim.

It turned out that this dragon with the strength of the demon king was just a painting, and people couldn’t help but think of the Mohai Dragon King.

What kind of existence can a person who can handle such a painting?

"Dong Taishi!" The practitioners were pleasantly surprised, but I didn't expect this painting to open up. Yeah, how could he not know about such a big event!

Taishi is one of the three public, and has a very high status in the Longxia Daxia Emperor. The ordinary monk is also ineligible to serve, but it must be at the top of this world.

This generation of Taishi is the old man of Dong’s name. He is also a painter. He is known as a collection of “hundreds of odd paintings”. Each volume has amazing power. Only one of the “Yulongtu” is just one of them. It’s gone.

Just as the two Buddhist and Taoist priests respected the country, the disciples of the world's painters respected the Dong Taishi.

The white camel sand king said nothing, only the sand and sand, the sand dunes like the waves, rushing toward the practitioners.

Dong Taishi smiled a little, and reached out and unfolded a picture. The ink marks in the painting, and the bamboo forest, but they all bent down deeply. In the painting, a breeze came, and it resisted the wind and sand, and scattered some sand dunes.

This painting is called "Bamboo Wind Map". It is not bamboo, but the wind!

The white camel sand suddenly turned back and looked at the end of the heavens and earth, frowning deeply, so he collected the wind and sand and turned and walked down the sand dunes.

Everyone took a sigh of relief and admired the means of Dong Taishi. Even the white camel sand king could retreat.

Dong Taishi followed a few young men and women, all of whom were in a noble atmosphere. At this time, they praised:

"The master is really powerful. With the breeze to restrain the wind and sand, this white camel sand king can't help but only retreat."

"The master is a teacher, and the enemy is the enemy of the great summer. If the master has to take the shot, he will retreat. The sorcerer of the white camel is really reluctant, just like the legend."

As for other people, there is no qualification for even praise. I came forward and thanked me with my face.

Dong Taishi caressed the long beard and said modestly: "We are all sealed by the big summer. It is regarded as the same minister, and the status is similar. He just sells me a face."

"The master is in the center of Longzhou. The white camel sand king is only a demon king. I heard that it is still colluding with the rebellious big banyan king. Can you compare it with each other?" A proud young man said that he had passed through the second day of robbery. Have proud capital.

"Don't talk nonsense! After all, it's the land of people, it's annoying him, everyone is not good."

Dong Taishi reprimanded two sentences, but his face did not catch up.

At this time, the mirage in the air became more and more clear. The landscape characters, flowers, birds and fish worms evolved from the ink color. It was the artist's magic method. Even Dong Taishi saw the heart and marveled at it. The five celestial people were really amazing characters. It is possible to interpret the painting to such a degree. If you can get into it, it will be of great benefit to his practice.

"Master, the painting is about to open, what should these people do?" The arrogant youth pointed at him with a slap in the face, as if looking at a group of uninformed fur dogs.

"Tai Shi, we will retreat!" There is a quick and interesting way.

"Opening the painting is a grand event of our painter. Everyone is coming from afar. How can the old man rush to go back? Can you enter the paintings by your own chances? It is not to look at the superiority or weakness. Wait a second time. But people who are not painters, just leave!"

Dong Taishi waved, nearly 100 practitioners quickly dispersed, leaving behind the painter disciples, paying tribute to the generosity of Dong Taishi, only looking forward to being the lucky one to enter the painting.

Dong Taishi smiled slightly, and few people knew that the news was originally spread by him. The purpose was to gather the disciples of the painters and prepare to build a large gate similar to the Lingguo Temple, which can be both a family owner and a master. .

So the world is turbulent, the Great Summer dynasty is crumbling, and the position of a Taishi alone is not solid enough.

And when the painting opens, ~www.readwn.com~ Who can fight him?

In order to get this news from the Zhaoqing Emperor, he sacrificed a strange painting and never let others touch it. However, the 褚丹青 who was pregnant with blood and blood was not coming. I didn’t want to come to Li Qingshan’s enchanting support.

Looking at it, his eyes were condensed, and a white figure stood on the sand dunes where the white camel sand king left. A white robes fluttered with the evening wind, but they kept the long hair. A pair of stunning faces, even if they are expressionless, are also amazing, but inlaid with a pair of terrible scorpions.

If the white camel sand king is like this desert, there is still life and hope under the indifferent appearance. Countless creatures survive in the desert, and the dark rivers are surging under the sand dunes, ready to turn into an oasis. He has also been a guide for countless times, giving people hope in the storm.

In her midst, she was empty. She said that this desert, even if there is only the hungry ghosts of the deceased, seems too sloppy in her eyes. There is too much unnecessary greed, resentment, hope, and will be devastated with great compassion. .

Dong Taishi didn't know when she came. Even if she looked at it, she couldn't feel any breath, but she suddenly remembered a noun—the foe!

Can not help but change his face, suddenly understand why the white camel sand king retreat. But if he wants to retreat, he is not reconciled. He said: "Daoyou is..."

The words have not been finished, her figure has disappeared, and no voice of sadness and no joy rang in her ear: "Four-point law. Guardian."

Dong Taishi suddenly felt that the bomb could not move, and the mana was difficult to operate. The stunning face was close at hand, and the bone white sword edge stabbed the chest.

At least the White Camel Sand King also warned that she did not hesitate to start the slaughter. R1152