The sutra paintings slowly spread out in the sky, and inexplicable fluctuations moved up and down in all directions, canceling out the suction of the vase.
"Five Kings Slaying Dragons?"
Monk Shanyuan frowned and shouted. He swung his long and narrow Buddhist knife, blowing the wind from the sky, and slashed it down, but was bounced away by the light from the sutra painting.
White clothes and white crowns, green clothes and green crowns, gold clothes and gold crowns, black clothes and black crowns, red clothes and red crowns...
As the light shines all over, the scenes in the sutra paintings are also revealed.
Five vague-looking men in different colors, holding long swords, stand in the sutra painting. Behind them is a surging river. The corpses of dragons on the river are sinking and floating with the water waves.
Long before Qian Qi, it was an ancient age when even Qingli Jun had not yet been born.
The Lord of Tongjiang at that time was also a dragon.
In that ancient era, there was no Lord Xuan Wen to separate humans from monsters, and stories of monsters causing chaos on the earth had long been the norm in the world.
After the dragon established the demon kingdom in the water, it extended its minions to the human world.
At that time, it was still an age of ignorance, with no understanding of language, writing, etiquette, and systems.
The leaders of the five major tribes on both sides of the Tongjiang River were increasingly forced by the dragon's menacing power until they had no retreat and were forced to unite.
After that, the five kings worked together to kill the dragon in Tongjiang.
The ferocious power of the demon clan in the water was forcibly suppressed and suppressed for thousands of years.
And when Lord Qingli became a demon immortal in the Sixth Realm, and the reputation of the dragon was finally revealed again, Lord Xuanwen came to the upper three realms after the master who had escaped from the world, and greatly promoted the way of humanity.
The name of the monster dragon is no longer known. It has been lost for a long time. Even the names of the five kings who killed the dragon have long been lost.
But the story of the five kings slaying the dragon gradually became a ballad and was spread among children on both sides of the Tongjiang River.
This sutra painting was a gift from An Junchen and was painted by Wang Wei, a famous Western Chu painter.
The divine will is condensed in the sutra painting, and the murderous intention stirs up the heaven and earth. This ink painting has been refined into a magic weapon by Wang Wei, and activated by Baizhu's true energy, it reveals the void.
The five-faced five kings jumped out with swords, without saying a word, and went straight towards the three-headed and six-armed Shan Yuan to kill him.
The five-color sword rainbow arrived in an instant, cut through the sky, and went straight to Shanyuan Monk Niwan Palace.
After seeing the Five Kings Slaying Dragons, Monk Shanyuan was slightly shocked, but then he calmed down.
He threw the vase into the air, facing the rainbow light transformed by the five kings, and tightly trapped it into the mouth of the vase.
The precious light and sword rainbow radiated in all directions, reflecting the sky in a brilliant light.
"And a cup of tea..."
Monk Shanyuan stepped on the small heavens to move the forbidden method. With only a slight difference in his body shape, he narrowly avoided the light of Bai Shu's sword, silently assessing it in his heart.
The current situation is almost settled.
The battle between the torch dragon composed of lanterns from the three palaces and Wuwan Douqing is in full swing.
The Fire Mother incarnated by Jin Shuping is also on par with Zhu Ping, the Little True Lord of the Tiao Shen Sect, and even slightly overpowers Zhu Ping.
A dignified third-grade Vajra actually fought back and forth with a mere third-level Yang Fu.
His best spells were also broken one by one, which was really unexpected.
Although Monk Shanyuan felt extremely embarrassed, at this moment, under the pressure of Feijian, he had no choice but to do anything.
In terms of victory or defeat in this battle, it only depends on Ye Xiang who was taken into the Little Tianyuan Building.
Although the Buddha thief used the small Tianyuan Tower to take Ye Xiang in, although such small cave heaven magic weapons are good, they have an expiration date after all.
One more cup of tea...
As soon as Monk Shanyuan opened his lips, a lotus flower bloomed, resisting the divine thunder of the Yushu that was directed towards his face.
After another cup of tea, Ye Xiang will be able to break open the center and destroy this small magical weapon.
But at that time, no matter which side Ye Xiang rushed to support, the situation at this moment was already determined.
Today, we are going to kill the Buddhist thief!
Although Monk Shanyuan's mind was spinning with countless thoughts, his mind never slackened.
With a slight movement of his body, the mountain-like giant elephant moved on its own, avoiding the sharp slash of Bai Shu's flying sword.
Countless secret texts surged around him, like a magnificent painting, spread out flat at his feet.
Although Bai Shu's flying sword was sharp, it couldn't kill the entity, but there was nothing he could do about it.
The little heavens move the forbidden law——
This escape technique, which is regarded as a forbidden method, is comparable to Bai Shu's sword escape technique.
The two of them fought at high speed along the way. The battlefield stretched for dozens of miles, shattering countless mountains. Before the goose feathers could fall, they were evaporated by the rolling true energy in the sky.
"Certainly!"
Bai Shu used his sword to escape and instantly avoided Monk Shanyuan's fist, which was as thick as a mountain. The air exploded violently, there was an overwhelming sound, and faint cracks could be seen.
He recited a mantra and temporarily made Monk Shanyuan relax.
Immediately, he squeezed the seal with his hand, and the gorgeous Yushu Divine Thunder danced between his palms, forming a simple thunder seal, and struck down hard on the bald head of Monk Shanyuan.
Thousands of thunders exploded, and the sky and the earth were suddenly swept away by bright colors.
Monk Shanyuan was knocked down from the sky by a seal, and he fell hard, sending up smoke, dust, earth and rocks dozens of feet high.
But when Bai Shu was about to use his sword to cut through his image, Monk Shanyuan became blurred and suddenly disappeared from the place.
"Your thunder method is too weak to break my Vajra Body."
Suddenly there was a low laugh from behind, Yushan was rotated by Monk Shanyuan, and he hit Baizhu hard, who was trying to avoid him.
Bang!!!
Even if he used his true energy to protect him at the last moment, it was still too reluctant. Bai Shu crashed through a high mountain, and there was a clear cracking sound from his spine.
The rubble as big as a person's head was blown high into the air by the huge force, and it was as dense as rain. Bai Shu reluctantly got up, and blood flowed from all his orifices.
The surging precious light pressed down, like a celestial palace collapsing.
Monk Shanyuan waved his six arms, and the magic weapon in his hand produced shocking fluctuations, destroying everything.
With the sound of thunder, Bai Shu transformed into sword light again, and like a vigorous swimming dragon, he narrowly avoided the blow.
"You have Sword Escape, and I have the Little Heavens to remove the forbidden laws. This place is even."
Monk Shanyuan, who missed the attack, sneered again and again, and his body as tall as a mountain suddenly moved to avoid Jianhong again.
"But it's a pity that I am a third-grade Vajra with a perfect and untainted treasure body, but you are only the Taoist body of Yang Fu. It's a pity that you failed here."
Bai Shu took Ye Xiang into the Xiaotianyuan Building and temporarily isolated him.
Monk Shanyuan, who also owns Daqianniu, is not without such thoughts.
As long as Bai Shu is trapped in the small cave magic weapon, and he helps Zhu Ping and Dou Qing kill the Fire Mother and Torch Dragon, then no matter how powerful Bai Shu is, there will be no way to save him.
It's a pity that this sword escapes too quickly. Every time Monk Shanyuan makes a move, Bai Shu has already escaped long ago.
Even if he wanted to use a large force to rush to the aid of Zhu Ping and Dou Qing, it became impossible.
Bai Shu who used Sword Escape was like a tarsal maggot, tightly entangled with Shan Yuan and unable to shake it off.
The several killing techniques he had used, Bai Shu could not confront them head-on, and they all passed by in this slippery manner.
Shenzutong...
Monk Shanyuan waved his big wheel and split dozens of thunder seals on the jade hub, and he couldn't help but sigh.
It would be great if you have the magical power. If you learn the magical power, you can kill people with just a thought.
"Except for the flying sword, your other means, whether it's thunder or peacock light, can only hurt me but not kill me.
And I have the little gods to move the forbidden law to me, and I will never let the flying sword come over."
Monk Shanyuan offered a jade bowl to block the waterfall of sword energy, and said with a smile:
"Junior brother, what about you? As long as I hit you a few more times, even Master Long's body will be shattered by the huge power of Vajra!"
"not to mention……"
Monk Shanyuan spoke warmly: "Sword Immortal Ye Xiang is almost out of trouble."
"Where's senior brother?"
Baizhu's horizontal sword was used as a chest to block the incoming Buddhist sword, and his body unconsciously retreated in the void.
"What do you want, senior brother?"
"As long as you kneel down and beg for mercy, kill those Torch Dragon Guards, and take away all the magical powers of Nanchan Sect, you will be a poor monk..."
Shan Yuan's six arms moved together, murderous intent rolled into the void, he smiled on three sides, and his tone was deliberately prolonged:
"Poor monk, you can make your junior brother die more pleasantly."
"Vicious."
The acupoints of Baizhu moved together, and a large five-color peacock emerged from behind. Five-color light flowed like a streamer from its side. It raised its wings and temporarily pushed back the giant peacock of Monk Shanyuan.
"Thirty years in Hedong, thirty years in Hexi, don't bully young people into poverty!"
Baizhu vomited blood and looked pale.
The third-grade Vajra of the Northern Zen Sect is indeed difficult to deal with...
He smiled and suddenly looked at Monk Shanyuan with a calm expression.
"Thunder spells can't break it, and flying swords can't cut it, so what about this move?"
The young man's dim golden eyes suddenly became blazing, majestic and indescribable majesty bloomed in his eyes.
As if there was a demon god hiding in his left pupil, Monk Shanyuan's pupils shrank slightly, and he subconsciously moved to the void.
It was as if the light under the entire starry sky was flashing in his left eye, and the thunder and lightning, anger, daylight, and wrath of the entire universe... were like monsters, demons, and fear, all of which were the embodiment of great destruction.
Blood rolled down from Bai Zhu's left pupil, making him look as ferocious as a demon.
His face was pale, and his energy level had dropped. Tiny cracks appeared on his body, making Baizhu look like a fragile ceramic doll.
"The Spear of Naluojia."
Bai Zhu smiled slightly and spoke softly in his heart.
