Legend of the Great Saint

At the moment of inputting the painting, Li Qingshan saw a white world, could not be separated from the sky and the ground. It seemed to be boundless and seemed to be narrow and caged, knowing that he was trapped in the painting.

Subconscious frowning, found that he can't move in his own, even the simplest movements can't be done. What makes him happy is that he can still mobilize the demon, push the talents, and immediately exert the power of the cow demon, want to be from the inside The picture is shredded.

On the drawing paper, a black ink mark spread out from him, intertwined into a cracked shape, and then quickly disappeared from the novel chapter.

In this world of painting, his destructive power is the most powerful, and it becomes a kind of animated display without threat. The laws of the world, and even the way of self-existence, have been fundamentally changed, introducing a new rule.

It is conceivable that even if you use the fire of the phoenix, you will never be able to burn the painting. At most, there will be a group of ink marks like flames to indicate burning.

"Is this the so-called second element? This feeling is not so good!" Li Qingshan, who is in trouble, is not panicking, but has a wonderful novelty, and is amazed by this wonderful trick.

Mo Yu looked at the North Moon in the painting with enthusiasm. Nothing was more fun than watching his own enemy. It was such a small painting that he was more happy. He looked at the West and the Gu Yanying in the wind and rain pavilion.

Yan Ying, have you seen it? This battle is what I won! Although you are the smartest woman I have ever seen, it is not always possible.

The speed of the North Moon is too fast. Mo Yu is not sure that he can be involved in the painting. He has endured for a long time to seize the opportunity and lay the victory in one fell swoop.

Li Qingshan quietly examined this white world and gradually realized that the color was not pure white, but rather slightly yellowed, like an ancient painting that experienced years.

"Hey, isn't that nonsense? This is a painting!"

He snorted in his heart. Suddenly found that there are some white shadows in this white world. It is more white than the surrounding yellowish environment. It is faintly distinguishable. It is a bird standing on the bamboo.

"Is this the thing in the previous paintings? Birds. Bamboo..." Li Qingshan suddenly remembered the black bamboo flute played by the ink feather. "Is that bird a crow, the one that was previously trapped in the painting is the ink feather. Not being trapped, but he was originally a painting! It turns out that it is!"

"It's no wonder that he can bear my attacks repeatedly. According to my own strength, plus the destructive power of the cows and devils, what the devils are so hard, they have to be smashed into meat. He can be safe and sound. He said his The original shape is a crow, but it is better to say that it is a group of ink marks. There is no flesh and blood skeleton, and the heart of the brain is indifferent. Even if the body is shattered, it can be re-healed!"

Li Qingshan thought of this relationship. However, it seems that he has not helped much in his predicament. Now is not the time to draw the content, but how to get out of the painting and let himself move.

The second element is nothing more than a good animation!

However, he wants to exert his infinite power to move his body, and he feels that he is firmly anchored by a ubiquitous force, and he can't even shrink muscles.

The only thing that is fortunate is that Mo Yu said that he would bring him back to Mohai and hand it over to the Dragon King. It seems that this painting axis only has the effect of sealing the town, but it cannot attack the object of Fengzhen outside the painting. This is somewhat related to the town magic tower. similar.

This is also a matter of course, otherwise the axis of the painting is inevitably strong against the sky. As long as the ink feather moves to the other side of the body, it is not necessary to take a roll of the axis. Isn’t the demon king to let him be slaughtered?

He did not know that Mo Yu was hesitating at this time. This scroll axis was his life. He naturally entered the painting and was able to launch an attack. However, the strength of the North Moon side made him feel awkward.

Li Qingshan can not be dismissed, and silently urges the power of the tortoise to begin to analyze the scroll axis.

He painted a round of rims and disappeared on the edge of the paper. His heart gradually became clear. The layer of imprisonment did not come from the axis of painting, but from his own. He did not "fit" the painting. The life of a Chinese. This adaptation is not a habit but an understanding of the law.

Hey, is this?

"Give up, all struggles are in vain, today is your death."

The eyes of the ink feathers are as black as ink, the voice is hoarse and boring, full of dead silence. At the same time, playing the two geniuses of death gaze and death curse, decided to weaken the North Moon outside the painting, if it can extinguish his will to survive, it would be best.

Li Qingshan's sullen eyes jerked a bit, and with the ink feathers, he also saw the world outside the painting. He blinked first, then the whole face was vivid, showing a disdainful expression, lips open and close:

"Mo Yu, don't waste your time, I thought you were a monster. It was just a group of ink. This is your last trick! Oh, what's the problem with getting out of this picture?"

Mo Yu was shocked. He didn't expect him to adapt so quickly, and immediately dismissed the idea of ​​entering the painting. Although the world of painting is his home, he can suppress him all the time, but he really does not want to fight with the North Moon, or bring it back to the ink sea to deal with it!

"Don't be mad, do you think you can get away from the painting by adapting to the rules in the painting?"

"The way to get out of the way is to try this trick first!"

Li Qingshan suddenly appeared in the hands of a remnant sword, black and ink-like sword, his body also moved up, aligning with the ink feathers, a sharp sword out of the air.

"this is!"

The feathers of Li Yu and Li Qingshan’s fists are still not afraid. When they saw this sword, they changed their faces, and they quickly turned to avoid. But in a hurry, a scarred face was left on the pale face, and the black blood flowed out, and it could not heal for a long time.

This black sword is the same as Li Qingshan's refining and chemical "Three Musts", the sword that is stored in the body. After the refining of the sea pearl, this sword has become more and more refined. Originally it was just a sword, and Li Qingshan, who was in the painting, could hold it in his hand and wave it as a real sword.

When analyzing the axis of the scroll, Li Qingshan unexpectedly discovered the familiar mark, which was the mark left by the person who made the painting. This scroll is the same source as the "Three Musts". Naturally, he thought of the body. A sword is a sword.

With a single blow, Li Qingshan laughed loudly, and the sword in his hand danced into a trail of ink, as if he had made a well-made ink animation, and the sword spurred out.

Whenever a sword gas leaves the paper and becomes a real sword, Li Qingshan’s heart is more clear. Although it is suddenly closed from the three yuan to the second element, but wants to get out of this second element, it is not It is impossible.

Now he understands at least three things: First, Mo Yu should be the handwriting of the five immortals, and he will be restrained by the sword in his hands. So, is it true that the Hailong King is also a painting?

The second is that as long as the scroll axis is completely destroyed, it can be ruined by the ink feather. If you can refine the scroll axis and even have the opportunity to control him, this scroll can be called a magic weapon, and even can be used to smash the ink dragon king, but this The opportunity is not that big.

The third is that the five immortals are exploding. It is no wonder that the cows who saw the "Three Musts" in the district's spiritual level will be exported and appreciated. Of course, the tone is only "this kind of younger generation".

A sword is broken and the ink is very embarrassing. As long as it is locked by the sword, the sword can not be traced. If other monsters are handsome, it is not a bad thing to block these swords, but he is restrained by this sword. Every sword falls on the body, it must be a scar.

Then he fell into a dilemma. He was outside the painting and could not directly attack the North Moon. All his attacks fell into the scrolls, which would be transformed into ink by the painting axis. This is the law set by the painter to protect his paintings. After all, This painting is not intended to seal the enemy. Unless there is power beyond this rule, it will directly destroy the picture itself, which is unacceptable to the ink.

If you roll up the drawing axis, I am afraid that it will take a while, and the scroll axis will be torn, allowing the North Moon to come out. Mo Yu knows how the original "Three Musts" was torn into many copies.

Only looking forward to the exhaustion of the sword in the hands of the North Moon, immediately rolled up the scroll and brought it back to the ink king for disposal.

With the constant waving, Li Qingshan's sword in his hand, it has become shorter and shorter, and only a piece of hilt is left in the end. After all, it is only a sword condensed, not endless.

Mo Yu was too late to breathe a sigh of relief. Li Qingshan also found a real "Three Musts". The sword in his hand immediately returned to its original state and became more and more solid. As long as his aura is not exhausted, he can Keep waving until the roll of the scroll is torn.

"Oops!"

Mo Yu also understood that when he played in the Kyufu, who killed his subordinates and took away the "Three Musts". Think of Gu Yanying's warning, I have the heart to let go of the North Moon, and leave and leave.

But when I think of the ridicule of the North Moon, he has a heart, and he also took out a volume of "Three Musts" and jumped into the painting.

The uncontrolled picture scrolls fluttering toward the lake. In the wind and rain pavilion, Gu Yanying looks like an eagle and stares at the scene in the painting. They each hold a sword and start a fierce battle~www.readwn.com~ The group of ink marks dripping and dancing, walking up the yellowed paper, their figures overlap and sometimes separate.

Mo Yu is naturally more suitable to understand the rules in the painting than Li Qingshan. He can also use Li Huashan to suppress Li Qingshan. This is where he dares to jump into the painting and easily gains the upper hand.

Sui Bao constantly twisted his head and wanted to see the front of the picture. "A sister, who will win?"

Gu Yanying sighed: "The winners and losers have been divided!"

The picture scrolled with the night wind, and finally could not withstand the pulling of gravity. When it was about to fall into the water, the ink feather suddenly came out of the painting, and it was bruised and bruised. The brow was invisible, and the hand was smashed. He lived in the chest and grabbed the painting shaft with one hand. Li Qingshan was thrown out of the painting, biting a volume of "Three Musts" in his mouth, and holding a volume of "Three Musts" in his left hand.

Mo Yu immediately opened the black wing, want to get away, a tight hand, only to see Li Qingshan is grabbing the other side of the axis.

Mo Yu growled: "Let go!"

Li Qingshan smiled and said: "Hugh think!" (To be continued...)