Legend of the Great Sage

The sky and the earth are silent, the sound of wind, rain and waves are all integrated into that picture. What is constantly changing and flowing are the ink-colored people and dragons.

Between movement and stillness, long ink marks were dragged, and the speed reached the extreme, and only two majestic and elegant ink marks were seen going back and forth, joining and separating at first, getting faster and faster, and finally seemed to be entangled together, forming a chain. The whirlpool rotated rapidly, and the picture was chaotic.

Everyone was watching this shocking battle, but Chu Danqing only stared at the painting in front of him. Blood flowed from his wrist, along his fingers to the tip of his pen, and galloped in the painting.

The blue blood is blue, and the blood turns into ink.

His face gradually turned pale, his energy became more and more vigorous, with a bit of fanaticism, leaving everything in the world behind, only the painting in front of him.

Gu Yanying also looked back in surprise, then turned around and continued to watch the battle.

I don't know how long it took, but suddenly there was a "click", very slight but very clear, which seemed to resound in everyone's heart, breaking the silence between the sea and the sky.

A figure fell from the air, fell into the sea of ​​ink with a thud, and slowly floated up again. It was none other than Li Qingshan. His eyes were closed tightly, and he floated motionless on the sea. His long red hair was spread out, and one left leg and one right arm disappeared. His whole body was covered in scars, but the wounds were not filled with bright red blood, but black ink.

Gu Yanying breathed a sigh of relief, but it turned into a sigh on his lips.

"The victory is decided!"

"He died in battle?" Si Bao couldn't believe it.

Gu Yanying shook his head, "He won."

Li Qingshan suddenly opened his eyes and looked up at the sky quietly. A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Dragon King, you are defeated!"

Before he could finish his words, the clicking sound became loud, from gentle to roaring, and the roaring echoed through the sea of ​​ink.

The scrolls gradually collapsed and fell into the sea one after another. There was color between the sky and the earth again, which was the last ray of sunset.

All the spectators felt a sense of trance, as it turned out that the battle only lasted such a short period of time.

Mo Wuhen suddenly appeared again, standing on the sea. It was only a few feet away from Li Qingshan's head. Staring down at him.

"What, do you want to fight again?" Li Qingshan looked up at him.

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth pours into the body,

The divine power of the earth gave him endless power, and the fire of the phoenix burned. Remove ink and repair injuries. Even the broken limbs. Also reborn in the curl of flames.

"Qianqiu entering the painting is indeed a very powerful move, especially on this sea of ​​ink. However, it is still no match for my fist." Li Qingshan raised his right fist reborn in the flames, and the power of shock is indeed very restrained by such means. , Thelma and Louise's knife made a gentle sound, "Well, there is a knife!"

Mohai Dragon King said nothing and did not take any action.

He knew one thing very well, even if he had the entire sea of ​​ink to rely on, he could not overwhelm Li Qingshan. He could only allow himself to hold on for a while longer so that he would not be defeated so quickly.

In short, the destructive power of the Mohai Dragon King cannot penetrate the tortoise shell and cowhide, crush Li Qingshan's tiger bones, and extinguish the phoenix fire.

"It's strange that you don't have any magical powers."

Li Qingshan said, although the Mohai Dragon King has used various methods, none of them can be regarded as true innate magical powers. For the demon clan, magical powers are the foundation of everything.

If the Dragon King of Mo Hai has any kind of offensive magical power that can truly condense and release the huge power of Mo Hai, then the outcome will be uncertain.

But what surprised him was that the former prince of the Qingzhou Monster Clan, Mo Yu, a guy who was countless times weaker than the Dragon King of Mo Hai, could also use his innate magical powers.

"Because I am not a demon." Mohai Dragon King finally spoke.

"Oh, you turned Mo Yu from a painting into a monster, but you still can't help yourself? It's really frustrating to think about it. The guy I always regarded as a strong enemy turned out to be just a painting, or in other words, Paint the soul!”

Li Qingshan shook his head, suddenly jumped up, and punched Mo Wuhen to pieces, sending ink droplets flying all over the sky.

"However, whether you want to fight or not, I will not stop until I completely defeat you!"

Mo Wuhen's figure gathered in the distant sky again, and he nodded slightly to Li Qingshan. It would be the greatest insult if he just stopped. But it was not his style to insist on being entangled knowing that he was outmatched. The dragon eyes in his eyes disappeared and turned blank again, and his expression suddenly became a little desolate.

At this time, Chu Danqing completed the last stroke. What was depicted was not the process of the fierce battle, but the initial scene of the dragon and tiger roaring at each other. The fierce battle that followed seemed to be integrated into the painting, giving people endless imagination.

He showed a pale smile, and the breath in his body was extremely weak, and he suddenly realized that the battle was over. He looked around for the figure of the Mohai Dragon King, and suddenly a voice sounded from behind him: "What a painting."

"master!"

Chu Danqing suddenly looked back and saw Dragon King Mo Hai looking at the painting with blank eyes and admiring.

"You have got some of the essence of the five unique ways of painting, and then you can slowly practice it by yourself."

"Master, you..." Chu Danqing seemed to feel something.

"I've been out for so long, it's time to go back."

The Dragon King of Mohai said quietly, and suddenly he waved his sleeves, and the sea of ​​ink began to churn violently. A circle of coastline gradually lost its ink color, shrank and condensed towards the center of the sea, and the last drop of ink rose to the sky, suspended in the palm of the Dragon King of Mohai, and shot into Chu Danqing. The Dantian merges into the lilies of the limbs, and the sea of ​​soul consciousness flows in the blood.

The sea of ​​ink below showed a blue color, eliminating the remaining influence of the Five Ultimate Immortals for thousands of years, and turned into a blue sea. After doing all this, the figure of the Mohai Dragon King dispersed with the wind. Chu Danqing stretched out his hand, but only touched the warm sea breeze.

At the same time, in the distant void, on a snow-white wall, an ink dragon gradually appeared. It was about to fly, but its eyes were blank. It suddenly seemed powerless and could only be trapped on the wall.

Two figures vaguely appeared, a man in blue and a man in yellow robes.

Huang Paoke asked: "Why did you stop writing? You only painted the dragon without adding the eyes. It lost its charm."

The man in green replied: "If you click it, it will fly into the sky, so forget it!"

"Oh, that's fine, that's fine."

Huang Paoke, on the other hand, had a look of disbelief. People who practice hard for thousands of years would find it very difficult to ascend. It is nonsense to dare to talk about ascending to the sky based on this mere painting.

The man in Tsing Yi seemed unaware and looked at the dragon in the painting with a smile.

The sun sets, the moon rises, and the clear light spreads all over.

Chu Danqing couldn't help but burst into tears when he recalled all the experiences he had experienced over the years. He wiped it with his sleeves and found ink marks on his sleeves. He couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

"Danqing, are you okay?"

Li Qingshan came over and asked with concern. He saw that Chu Danqing was completely black. He could almost become invisible standing in the darkness. It was so dark that even the whites of his eyes were completely black.

"I……"

Chu Danqing looked at his hands and realized that the Dragon King of Mo Hai had used extraordinary means to integrate the power of the entire Mo Hai into his body. He couldn't help but feel even more sentimental and cry bitterly.

"Hey, stop crying, it's such a waste."

Li Qingshan knew that Chu Danqing could not control this power now, let alone digest it.

"Qingshan, does the promise you promised me still count?" Chu Danqing wiped away his tears and asked Li Qingshan.

"Of course." Li Qingshan smiled.

"The tomb of paintings will be opened soon."

"Then I will go with you!" (To be continued...)