Xia Bing asked tentatively. Milo looked at her and said, "I'm afraid I'm going to the capital for this trip. Are you sure you want to follow me?"
Xia Bing and Xia Fenglei hesitated for a moment. When Milo saw this, he did not wait for the two of them. He drew a stroke with the blue lotus pen in his hand in mid-air, and a chariot appeared in mid-air. Then Milo drew it twice casually, and then he saw
There are many more details on the chariot.
First, the topmost dome is divided into three layers. The upper layer is round with lotus patterns, the middle layer has four corners with four-spirit patterns, and the lower layer is octagonal with innate Bagua patterns. There are also hanging beads and gauze to block the view.
Milo walked into it, and two more spiritual lights dropped down, turning into five dragon and snake phantoms that appeared in front of the chariot.
Milo, who was sitting there, looked at the Xia brothers and sisters and asked, "Are you coming?"
Xia Bing and Xia Fenglei hesitated again. This time Milo did not wait for them anymore. With a flick of his finger, layers of blue clouds fell down, covering the chariot, and then the dragon snake danced and soared into the sky.
In the void and among the blue clouds, lotus flowers sprouted, blooming with precious light, illuminating the surroundings with peace.
"senior!"
Xia Bing and Xia Fenglei spoke hurriedly, but at this time they could only see the back of Miluo Chariot.
Xia Fenglei looked at the direction Miluo was leaving, then looked inside Huangya Mountain, gritted his teeth, turned around and left with his sister.
Milo's blatant advance naturally attracted the attention of many people.
In front of the rock wall on the west side, the old monk who was silently chanting sutras stood up in surprise, looked at the direction Milo was heading, and wanted to leave, but as soon as he left his seat, in the mural in front of him, the Buddha immediately faded away, and many concubines and goddesses appeared one after another.
With a ferocious appearance, the pure land also turned into purgatory.
"Do you want to give up on us again? Master..."
"They say the Buddha is compassionate, but why is it always us who are given up?"
"You said it! You actually said it..."
Waves of ridicule came from the void all around. The old monk sighed and sat back down in his original position. Ignoring the karma fire that kept rising around him and burning his body, he lowered his head and chanted sutras.
The old Taoist wearing feathered clothes in the south looked left and right, turned over, and was about to go to sleep, but he didn't expect a piece of spiritual ink to fall from the sky and hit him on the head.
Without noticing, the Taoist fell down, turned over several times, and appeared outside the capital.
"You're really good at summoning people! It's not like you don't know the final result, why do you continue to struggle for us?"
The old Taoist said, waved his sleeves, and found a place to sleep again.
The strange thing is that everyone around him didn't seem to see him, and was minding his own business.
But before the Taoist fell asleep for long, black-feathered troops surrounded him.
Then a Taoist wearing a luxurious purple Taoist robe and decorated with dragon patterns walked out slowly, waved the whisk in his hand, looked at the old Taoist, and bowed slowly.
"Taoist disciple Long Ming has met the great master."
The old Taoist turned his body and avoided the Taoist Long Ming by chance.
Long Ming didn't care, straightened up and said: "I think the Grand Master knows the destiny of heaven. Disciple, please ask the Grand Master to be merciful and help us?"
The Grand Master opened his eyes and said helplessly: "I can't even save myself, how can I save others? Besides, isn't today's situation caused by what you did in the past, Zhongzong? The heaven and earth move, and we bear blessings and misfortunes.
There is a pattern. I have been given two hundred more years to survive. It is already a blessing. What else do you want?"
"The disciples know that their sins are serious, but the other beings don't know what happened in the past, so why bother letting them suffer that kind of torture?"
The Grand Master sighed and said: "If you are not willing to bear it, you will only sink forever. No matter how strong the Painting Saint's power is, how long can it last? Moreover, do you really think that the Painting Saint of today is still the Painting Saint of the past?"
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After saying that, the Grand Master stood up, looked at the Black Feather Army on the side, and then at the surrounding residents. He pointed at one of the creatures that looked like paper figures and said: "Look at him, is he still a human? It's just that
If a mortal with a little aura is like this, what do you think the state of the Painting Saint is like?"
Taoist Long Ming lowered his head and said quietly: "Since the Grand Master is unwilling to accept the destiny, then I have no choice but to offend him."
He raised his head again, and slender chains appeared all around, wrapping around the Grand Master.
At the same time, Milo on the other side also encountered the first obstacle.
This is the city god Wei Linggong who guards a place. Sitting next to him are the civil and military judges of various departments headed by the Yin and Yang Division. When they appear together, the divine power of their bodies is combined, connecting the energy of the earth's veins and people's wishes, turning into a statue wearing a
A huge image of a god wearing a red official robe and shining with light stood in front of Milo.
"I dare to ask where the real person is cultivating, and why he acts recklessly, shows off his magical powers, and disrupts the order of the immortal world regardless of the safety of the people in the world."
Milo held the fragments of the chain and was restless. He ignored the city god and continued to move forward with the chariot.
"How brave!" One of the judges jumped out, picked up the golden mace in his hand, and knocked it in the direction of Milo. The surrounding city gods gathered their divine power and turned into the blessing of sky light, forming a sky pillar in the void to press down.
In an instant, strong winds rose from all directions, the void twisted, and illusory and uncertain seal scripts jumped out from the void, sealing the world, trying to directly suppress Milo.
"roll!"
Milo held the Bihe pen in his hand and waved it casually. The tip of the pen drew an arc in the void with ink marks, directly erasing the Judge Wu and cutting off the City God's divine and dharma image.
"What kind of magic is this?"
The ink marks appeared all over the body, and the City God's face showed an expression of disbelief and horror.
He could feel that where the ink marks scratched, his divine body was covered with something. Not only could he not be able to transfer his divine power, he could not even feel it.
It's as if that area doesn't exist.
Milo glanced at the City God who was fleeing, but did not step forward to suppress it, reflecting the truth and absorbing information. He looked at the Bihe pen in his hand, feeling surprised and admired at the same time.
When he got the fragments of the accompanying treasure and the Huangya Mountain scenery, he understood the nature of this Taixu illusion.
He did not enter Taixu Illusionary Realm at all.
Someone used a special technique to cover the Taixu illusion with paintings. At this time, the entire Taixu illusion has been combined with the same painting, thereby stabilizing the state of the Taixu illusion and allowing many dead creatures to live an almost normal life.
These methods are said to be illusions, but they are not illusions.
It is said that it is the method of the blessed land and cave heaven, but it is not the method of the blessed land and cave heaven.
It is necessary to give a definition, that is, paintings that are consistent with this illusion of Taixu are similar to the results of monks' cultivation of truth through fakes, or they are tools for monks to simulate the movement of heaven and earth.
It's just that the other party reversed this tool with reality, stabilizing the original illusory legal principles.
But on the contrary, paintings are not reality after all.
Just like the creatures in the realm of Taiyuan, they will gradually lose their minds and continue to fall during the process of restarting.
Creatures living in the illusory realm of Taixu will also appear to have facial expressions.
Of course, there should be some places in this world that are still the real illusion of Taixu, similar to the place where he first settled, with the breath of Yunhua Forest and the suppression of branches.
With Han Xia's aura, he was able to maintain the stability of a certain area and it was not covered by paintings.
This is one of the reasons why Milo didn't notice the problem at first.
And now, Milo, who clearly understands part of the essence of this Taixu Illusion Realm, is equivalent to possessing the highest authority of this Taixu Illusion Realm.
With a casual sketch, you can create a chariot, erase part of the body of a city god, or even directly destroy a painting.
He continued to move forward, and along the way there were people who tried to question and intercept him, but they were no match for Milo.
Whether it is the magic weapon of the immortal monks, the magical powers of the Shinto gods, or the Buddha's light of the Buddhist monks, they are all illusory things in Milo's works and can be easily erased.
Some monks and officials became even more frightened after discovering Milo's destination. They either sent news to the capital or began to seek a way out. The order that was already tending to collapse began to collapse further.