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In the void, streams of blood and red mist poured out, constantly trying to infect Taoist Long Ming's essence and modify it, but Taoist Long Ming was not a fool either. He waved the Yunhua Treasure Branch in his hand to drive away the fallen particles.
Bloody water and red mist.
At the same time, Taoist Longming's aura combined with the auras in the surrounding scrolls, constantly mobilizing power.
When he saw Milo's arrival, he hurriedly said: "The painting saint wants to destroy the world, so please ask the immortal to be compassionate and save us and other sentient beings."
Looking at Taoist Long Ming, Milo was a little curious.
His current state is somewhat similar to that of an alien spirit that has been integrated into the magic weapon, turned into a magic weapon spirit, and started to rebel against its master.
There were some similar situations in the history of Hanxia.
It is said that this situation first appeared when Hanxia was not yet established. At that time, the emperor led a group of immortals to protect all races and protect a territory.
In order to quickly increase the power of the magic weapon, the monks will refine the enemy's flesh and blood vitality, as well as part of the spirituality, and even the soul sacrifice into the magic weapon, thereby strengthening the spirituality of the magic weapon and accelerating its transformation into a magic weapon.
But later, the monks in Hanxia discovered that most of the magic weapon spirits spawned by this move were spiritually independent and could easily rebel against their masters or even kill them.
After Han Xia was established and the moral system was perfected, such actions were gradually banned.
Nowadays, Hanxia Liuguan regards this method of sacrificing magic weapons as evil. The only one who uses similar methods is the Sifang Demon Sect.
The way he looked up and down made Taoist Long Ming feel something was wrong.
He was still about to speak, but the Bihe pen in Milo's hand had already touched the mark, and the ink marks flew past, creating a long rainbow, trying to cover Taoist Long Ming.
"Immortal, what do you want to do! I really..."
Taoist Long Ming hurriedly avoided it, but before he could finish his words, three fire jade needles had already pierced his body, watching as he scattered and turned into black energy.
Milo's voice came again: "I'm not blind. I don't know what the painting sage wants to do, but what he does is more to help you stay rational. And you..."
The gauze spread out, and Milo, who was sitting in the chariot, unfolded Yun Yangqing's scroll, injected mana into it, and a faint spiritual light emerged. The chains around Taoist Long Ming kept trembling, as if he wanted to return to the scroll.
"If you refine my senior brother's companion treasure to look like this, you will have a bigger problem no matter how you look at it."
After the words fell, Milo volleyed in the air again, and a long river naturally appeared in the void.
The river's waves seemed to be endless, and Taoist Long Ming was submerged again in an instant.
Long Ming, who was on guard, wanted to dodge, but the painting saint outside the scroll took action again, immobilizing him for a moment and letting him fall into the water.
As soon as he came into contact with it, Long Ming knew that this river was something special. It seemed to be based on the power in the scroll, but in fact it was mixed with some aura from the Yunhua treasure branches. This made Long Ming, who was similar to the scroll, unable to ignore it.
The hidden undercurrent in the long river.
What's more, after Milo fell into Long Ming, he waved at Changhe twice.
The undercurrents suddenly looked like a battle formation, layer upon layer, and circles within circles.
Taoist Long Ming wanted to jump out of the river several times, and his aura was surging all over his body.
With him as the center, the aura spreading outwards was swept away by the undercurrents before it rushed out a foot. As the water surged, it was consumed layer by layer. After it was separated by a foot, nothing was left.
The painting saint also took the opportunity to click the tip of his pen, intending to erase Taoist Long Ming.
The extreme fear made Taoist Long Ming know that he would definitely die if he did not make a choice. He completely gave up on himself, swallowed the Yunhua treasure branch in one gulp, relied on the Hanxia aura in it, and after it was different from the picture scroll, he followed the crack and jumped out of it.
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Seeing this, Milo patted the chariot and flew out along the crack.
"This is……"
Looking at the purgatory-like world in front of him, Milo was shocked. The next second he sat down and the chariot began to dissipate, leaving only green clouds surrounding it, and lotuses blooming, exuding a faint holy aura.
The accumulated filth in the surrounding land slowly decreased.
Compared to Milo, Taoist Long Ming was much worse off.
He himself developed supernatural powers through the same cultivation method in the painting scroll, and cultivated himself into an existence similar to the painting spirit.
Now, although I rely on Yunhua Baozhi to jump out of the picture scroll, I have the possibility of independent existence.
But as the painting saint erased his image in the scroll, he lost most of his foundation and instantly turned into a ball of black energy. His reason and consciousness began to dissipate, and he instinctively swallowed the blood and mist around him, trying to go further.
Milo frowned slightly as he looked at the chains that were constantly twisting under the influence of Long Ming's power. Just as he was about to take action, the painting saint had already taken action, and the tip of his pen touched Taoist Long Ming's body, as if it was stained with ink, and took away most of him at once.
The body gradually repaired the scenery that had gradually disappeared due to the confrontation between the two, and repaired the mouth that had been torn apart by Taoist Long Ming.
After writing several times, Taoist Long Ming disappeared completely, and the remaining chains collapsed inch by inch, returning to a small piece of fragments.
As the painting saint raised his hand, the fragment fell into Milo's hand.
After doing all this, a mysterious light appeared on the Painting Saint's body, floating in front of him, as clear as a clear water.
The tip of the pen fell into it, and after cleaning it for a few times, the painter once again sketched the scenes of the old monk, the great master, and the underworld on the south, west, and north sides of the transformation.
During this period, when he was painting the great master and the old monk, Milo could clearly see that the blood was constantly flowing out of the painting sage's wrist, flowing along the pen and blending into the painting, making the spirituality of the great master and the old monk more active.
After finishing everything, the painting saint turned around and looked at Milo.
Milo, who was also looking at the painting saint, was surprised to find that the number one person in the Taixu Illusion Realm had become so thin that only skin and bones were left.
But judging from their faces, the great master and old monk he just described are all himself.
It's just that the great master is free and easy, the old monk is compassionate, but the painting saint is only miserable and silent.
"I dare to ask, senior, if you can tell me what happened back then?"
Milo bowed slightly. He had already seen that the mysterious light emerging from the painting saint's body had some traces of the Miaoyou Sect's martial arts. Not surprisingly, he should have been taught by Yun Yangqing back then.
Nowadays, Painting Saint has practiced in the Taixu Illusion Realm for many years, and has a cultivation level equivalent to that of the Xuanguang Realm, and can bear the title of "Senior" from Milo.
Looking at Milo, the painting saint was silent for a long time before slowly speaking.
"You...said...I'll do it!"
He was obviously a monk with superb cultivation, but when the painting saint opened his mouth, he sounded like a mortal who had not spoken for many years. His voice was hoarse as if two stones were grinding against each other.
While speaking, he turned the brush in his hand, and a mountain peak appeared out of thin air.
Looking from a distance, I just feel that the mountain peaks are rugged with rocks and lush vegetation, making them look quite delicate and steep.
In the details, there are green trees and rocks soaked in water. It can be said to be a first-class summer resort.
What's even more amazing is that in this mountain peak, there are also birds, swimming fish, colorful butterflies, apes, sika deer, red-crowned cranes and other creatures, all of which are full of life and not like dead things.
"The universe is contained in a single stroke, and everything is transformed in a drawing."
Milo sighed with emotion, and walked into it with the Painting Sage at a leisurely pace. He found that with every step the Painting Sage took, the dry body would become plumper, and the clothes on his body would have more patterns and more accessories.
When he sat down in a pavilion, the painting saint seemed to have returned to his original state.
He looked like a middle-aged man in his forties, with smooth skin but some wrinkles at the corners of his eyes. His whole aura looked peaceful, calm, and charming.
"Please take a seat! Now that there are no living creatures in our world, and the earth's veins and vegetation have been polluted, we can only allow you to observe such illusory scenes. It is really rude."
When the painting saint spoke again, his voice became deep, rich and magnetic, and his enunciation became very accurate.
For those who love sounds, Hua Sheng's voice is a blessing from heaven.
But Milo didn't care at all and asked again what happened that year.
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The leg injury is finally almost healed, and there are still two additional updates for June 800 and 1000, as well as an additional update for this month's 200 monthly pass, for a total of three additional updates.