Chapter 209: The Goddess Draws the Sword, Mingfu Breaks the Moon
Another painting master walked out of the wooden house and said to Gong Mengbi, "But you are brave enough to step into my courtyard."
Gong Mengbi said: "Why should I be afraid? It's just a world in a painting, I'm afraid it can't stop me."
The Painting Saint said, "Then you come and try it."
He stretched out his hand and rolled it up, and the entire courtyard turned into a painting, and Gong Mengbi was already drawn into it.
The Great Immortal Beilai is being hunted by the King of Karma Fire, and he also has to deal with the beauties around him who keep tripping him up and attacking him from behind, and he seems to be in great danger.
Taoist Priest Luo was only of the seventh rank and was very old, so he simply stood still, stepped on the magic circle, chanted protective spells, and carefully observed his surroundings, trying to find an opportunity to take back the soul of the beauty in the painting.
Seeing Gong Mengbi being rolled up by the scroll, Taoist Luo and Immortal Beilai did not react much. Gong Mengbi had already uncovered the scroll of Youlin, proving that he could escape.
The Painting Saint looked at Karma Fire King chasing the Immortal Beilai all over the place, but he couldn't make any progress for a long time, and he couldn't help but look a little annoyed.
He pondered for a moment, then took out another scroll and held it in his hand, but did not use it immediately. He just watched Karma Fire King take action, ready to provide support at any time.
The Great Immortal from the North entered the Tao with the elements of gold and fire, but these two elements are not very effective against Karma Fire King.
Karma Fire King was surrounded by flames and could manipulate them, making him quite adept at resisting fire spells. If Jin Feng got close, he would be suppressed by his hand seals, making it difficult for him to reach him.
Taoist Master Luo looked at it for a moment, then silently prayed and chanted the spell while performing the protective mantra.
When the curse was recited, the Qi changed. The Painting Saint exclaimed "Huh", looked at Taoist Luo, and immediately untied the scroll in his hand, revealing a goddess holding a sword.
The goddess opened her eyes slightly, but suddenly paused and turned to look at the Painting Saint.
The Painting Saint's face changed, and he reached out and wiped the painting, and the goddess' eyes were covered by a ribbon.
The goddess walked out of the painting, and the painting sage instructed: "The enemy is in the southeast."
The goddess suddenly turned into a stream of light, drew her sword and stabbed at Taoist Luo.
Taoist Luo's face suddenly changed, he kept chanting incantations, and raised an eight-diagram mirror, trying to immobilize the goddess.
But the next moment, the Bagua mirror cracked into dense cracks, and with a flash of sword light, the magic sword pierced through the Bagua mirror and pierced Taoist Luo's shoulder.
Taoist Luo's face was distorted with pain, but he did not stop chanting. He pinched the talisman with his hands and tried to pick the ribbon off the goddess's face.
The Painting Saint's expression changed, and he rolled up the painting, and the goddess suddenly disappeared.
Taoist Luo smiled slightly, pointed in the direction of Karma Fire King, and said, "God of Taishan, send down the thunderbolt, as the law commands!"
It was clearly winter, but suddenly there was a storm, thunder, and lightning.
A bolt of lightning descended from the sky, landing on Karma Fire King. With a crack, Karma Fire King froze, the flames on his body extinguished in an instant, and dense cracks appeared on his body.
The Great Immortal Beilai saw the flaw, leaped up, and turned into a golden light that circled around the neck of Karma Fire King.
The head of Karma Fire King fell off and turned into flying smoke along with his cracked body.
The beauties in the paintings who had hidden themselves away had their souls shaken by the thunder, and had all fled back into the Picture of a Hundred Beauties.
The Immortal Beilai landed beside Taoist Luo and asked worriedly, "How are your injuries?"
Taoist Luo said: "It was a straight sword. It only injured the shoulder. There is no danger to his life."
The portrait of Karma Fire King burned itself without fire, and the Hundred Beauties Picture fell to the ground.
The Painting Saint held the painting of the Goddess Drawing the Sword and the painting of the garden in his hands and frowned, saying, "Why are you being so aggressive? I don't want to fight you to the death. You want to defend Shanyin County, and I can leave."
The Great Immortal Beilai asked, "Leave and go to another place to continue harming people?"
The Painting Saint said, "I must paint the Hundred Beauties. Ever since I woke up, I've been immersed in a dead silence, devoid of any human touch. By painting the Hundred Beauties, I can rediscover my own humanity through their human touch. At that time, I will be able to feel warmth and cold, know sadness and joy, and I will never kill again."
"Their souls accompany me in my cultivation within the painting, which is also an opportunity. When I become an immortal, I will definitely take them with me to ascend to the heavens. Isn't this a good thing?"
The Great Immortal Beilai sneered, "Have you asked them if they're willing? How about I refine you into a magical weapon, and when I become an immortal, I can take you to the heavens as well?"
The Painting Saint said, "How can we generalize? They are just ordinary people. Isn't it the greatest opportunity for them to be able to practice cultivation?"
The Great Immortal Beilai said, "As expected, now that you've lost your human body and become possessed by madness, you no longer have any humanity."
The Painting Saint said, "So we can't reach an agreement?"
The Immortal Beilai remained silent.
The Painting Saint nodded and said, "Then I won't hold back."
He glanced at the picture of the goddess drawing the sword in his hand, frowned, and did not unfold the picture. Instead, he stretched out his hand and summoned another picture from the house.
He calmly unfolded the scroll, and when he opened it halfway, he saw a huge ghost as tall as a mountain sleeping on the mountain of human bones. He had horns on his head, a majestic body, and his eyes were half open and half closed, as if he was sleeping.
The Painting Saint was about to raise the scroll, but in an instant, the garden landscape painting in his arms suddenly shattered.
A bright moon rose in his arms, illuminating him clearly.
The bright moon was like a mirror, reflecting the astonished face of the painting master. His handsome appearance was like a painting splashed with water, quickly dissolving, revealing the dark ink inside.
"No!" The Painting Saint screamed in horror and tried to break free from Mingyue's control.
But the next moment, a ray of light and fire appeared in the bright moon, and the crimson flame turned into a sharp blade, piercing the Painting Saint's chest. Gong Mengbi stepped out from the moon, holding the Taiyue Divine Talisman in his hand, and was about to press it on the Painting Saint's head.
The Painting Saint screamed and desperately raised the two scrolls in his arms.
As the scroll was unfolded, the monster as tall as a mountain stood in front of the Painting Saint and was punched on the calf by Gong Mengbi.
This punch should have been harmless, even powerless to the giant ghost. But the ghost looked at its calf with a look of extreme fear: "Taiyue Divine Talisman!"
He suddenly transformed into a gust of cold wind and dived into the painting without looking back: "I surrender!"
The goddess drew her sword and pushed it aside. With her eyes covered by a ribbon, she drew her sword forward.
Gong Mengbi's face suddenly changed. He raised the small golden furnace and the smoke turned into a cloud curtain, trying to block the sword, but the sword light pierced through the cloud curtain like nothing, and then stabbed Gong Mengbi.
Gong Mengbi flew back on the wind, but the sword followed him like a shadow. He was stabbed in the chest and fell from the sky to the ground.
The goddess put away her sword and was about to strike again, but the Immortal Beilai had already caught up, condensed the golden energy into a golden knife, and chopped the sword at an angle.
Gong Mengbi took the opportunity to retreat, leaving the battlefield to Beilai Daxian.
The Great Immortal Beilai wields a golden sword in one hand and flames in the other.
But the golden knife was delivered, but it was split by the long sword, and the flames burned, but they were also split by the long sword. This blind goddess seemed to be stronger when facing a stronger opponent, making even the Great Immortal Beilai feel at a disadvantage.
Taoist Priest Luo shouted, "Pick off her ribbons! Pick off her ribbons!"
Beilai Daxian heard it, but the sword was too sharp. Beilai Daxian could only focus on dealing with it, not wanting to test the sword himself.
Gong Mengbi gritted his teeth, and took advantage of the moment when the goddess drew her sword to suddenly fly over on the wind, grabbed the ribbon in front of her, and quickly stepped aside.
After taking off the ribbon, the goddess' eyes regained their brightness. She looked at the Immortal Beilai, then at Gong Mengbi, and finally at Taoist Luo. Her eyes darkened as she said, "I will not draw the sword of injustice."
The goddess' figure faded into thin air, turning into white light and falling into the painting.
Gong Mengbi breathed a sigh of relief, but when he looked again, he could no longer see the Saint of Painting.
"Damn it! He got away!"
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