Becoming a fox fairy from Liaozhai

Chapter 210 The Goddess Draws the Sword Ming Fu Breaks the Moon
The voice of the painting saint resounded in the wooden house: "You fox demon unexpectedly attacked me?"

A painter walked out of the wooden house again, looked at Gong Mengbi and said, "But you are brave enough to step into my courtyard."

Gong Mengbi said: "I don't dare, it's just the world in the painting, I'm afraid it can't stop me."

Hua Sheng said: "Then you have a try."

He stretched out his hand to roll it, and the whole courtyard turned into a painting, and Gong Mengbi was already involved in it.

The Great Immortal Beilai was hunted down by King Yehuoming, and he had to deal with the beauties around him who kept stumbling and stalking him. It seemed that he was in danger.

Luo Daochang was only seventh grade, and he was already old, so he simply remained motionless, stepped forward, chanted the protective spell, carefully observed the surroundings, and tried to find a chance to take back the soul of the beauty in the painting.

Seeing Gong Mengbi being rolled up by the picture scroll, Daoist Luo and Bei Lai Daxian didn't react too much. Gong Mengbi had already exposed the picture scroll of You Lin, proving that he could escape.

The painting saint watched King Yehuoming chasing Beilai Daxian all over the place, but he didn't make any merits for a long time, so he couldn't help but show a somewhat irritable expression.

He pondered for a moment, then took another picture scroll and held it in his hand, but he didn't use it immediately, he just watched Ye Huo Ming Wang do what he did, ready to support at any time.

The Great Immortal who came from the north entered Taoism with the two elements of gold and fire, but these two are not very useful for dealing with the fire king.

King Yehuoming has flames around his body, he can manipulate flames, and he is very good at resisting flame spells.And if Jinfeng gets close, he will be restrained by his fingerprints, making it difficult to touch him.

Daoist Luo watched it for a while, then prayed silently in the body protection mantra, reciting the mantra.

When the curse was cast, the spirit changed, and the painting saint let out a "huh", looked at Daoist Luo, and immediately untied the scroll in his hand, revealing one of the goddesses holding a sword.

The goddess opened her eyes slightly, but suddenly paused, and turned to look at the painting saint.

The face of the painting saint changed, and he stretched out his hand to touch the painting, and the eyes of the goddess were covered by a streamer.

The goddess walked out of the painting, and the painting saint guided: "The enemy is in the southeast."

The goddess suddenly turned into a stream of light, drew the sword and stabbed at Daoist Luo.

Luo Daochang's complexion changed suddenly, and he kept chanting incantations. He raised a gossip mirror and tried to hold the goddess.

But at the next moment, the gossip mirror cracked densely, the sword light flashed, the divine sword pierced through the gossip mirror, and pierced Luo Daochang's shoulder through the gossip mirror.

Luo Daochang's face was grim in pain, but he didn't stop the spell, pinched the talisman with his hand, and went to pick off the ribbon on the goddess' face.

The face of the painting saint changed, and the goddess disappeared as soon as he rolled the painting.

There was a smile on Daoist Luo's face, facing the direction of King Ye Huoming, he stretched out his hand and pointed: "The God of Taishan, descend to the thunder, as urgently as a law!"

It was clearly winter, but suddenly there was a storm, a thunder, and lightning.

A thunderbolt fell from the sky and landed on King Yehuoming.With a click, King Ye Huo Ming stood still, the flames on his body were instantly extinguished, and dense cracks appeared on his body.

The Great Immortal Beilai saw the flaw, jumped forward, turned into a golden light and circled around King Yehuoming's neck.

King Yehuoming's head fell off, and turned into flying smoke along with the cracked body.

The hidden beauties in the painting were shocked by the thunder, and they all fled back to Baimeitu.

Beilai Great Immortal landed beside Daoist Luo, and asked worriedly, "How is your injury?"

Luo Daozhang said: "It's a straight sword that goes straight. It only hurts the shoulder, and there is no danger of life."

The portrait of King Yehuoming set itself on fire without fire, and the picture of Baimei also fell to the ground.

Holding the picture of the goddess leading the sword and the picture of the garden in his hand, the painting saint frowned and said, "Why be aggressive, I don't want to fight to the death with you, you have to guard Shanyin County, I can leave."

Beilai Daxian said: "Leave and change to another place and continue to harm people?"

The holy way of painting: "Baimei pictures must be drawn. Since I woke up, I have been indulging in death and silence, without any human taste. After painting Baimei pictures, I can use their humanity to find my own humanity. At that time, if you can feel the warmth and coldness, and know the sorrow and joy, you will not kill again."

"It's a chance for them to live and accompany me to practice in the painting. When I become a fairy, I will definitely take them to the sky with me. Isn't this a good thing?"

Beilai Daxian sneered: "Have you asked them if they are willing? How about I refine you into a magic weapon, and when I become a fairy, I will also take you to the sky?"

Hua Sheng said: "How can this be generalized, they are just ordinary people, isn't it the greatest opportunity to practice?"

Beilai Daxian said: "Sure enough, you have lost your human body and become a madman, you have lost your humanity."

Hua Shengdao: "So we can't agree?"

Beilai Daxian remained silent.

Huasheng nodded and said, "Then I won't hold back any more."

He glanced at the picture of the goddess leading the sword in his hand, frowned, and instead of unfolding the picture, he stretched out his hand and summoned another picture from the room.

He calmly unfolded the picture scroll and opened it halfway, only to see a huge ghost sleeping on the human bone mountain. He had horns on his head and a majestic stature. His eyes were half-opened and half-closed, as if he was sleeping.

The painting saint was about to raise the picture scroll, but in an instant, the landscape picture in his arms suddenly shattered.

A round of bright moon rose in his arms, shining him squarely.

The bright moon is like a mirror, reflecting the astonished face of the painting saint.His handsome appearance is like a painting that has been splashed with water, quickly smearing away, revealing the dark ink color in it.

"No!" The painter yelled in horror, trying to break away from Mingyue's control.

But at the next moment, a ray of light and fire appeared in the bright moon, and the red flame turned into a sharp blade, piercing the chest of the painting saint with one blow.Gong Mengbi stepped out from the middle of the moon, pinched the Taiyue talisman in his hand, and was about to imprint it on the head of Huasheng.

The painting saint let out a scream, and desperately sacrificed the two scrolls in his arms.

As soon as the painting scroll was unfolded, the ghost as high 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 weak against this huge ghost.But the ghost looked at his calf with a terrified expression: "Taiyue talisman!"

He suddenly turned into a cloud of wind, without turning his head back into the scroll: "I surrender!"

The goddess drew the sword aside, and the goddess' eyes were covered with ribbons, and she moved forward with the sword.

Gong Mengbi's face changed suddenly, he sacrificed the small golden stove, the smoke turned into a cloud tent, and tried to block the sword, but the light of the sword pierced through the cloud tent as if entering nothing, and then stabbed at Gong Mengbi.

Gong Mengbi flew back in the wind, but the sword followed him like a shadow. He was stabbed in the chest by a sword, and fell from the sky to the ground.

The goddess withdrew her sword and was waiting to stab again. The Great Immortal from the North had already caught up, condensed the golden energy and turned it into a golden knife, and slashed on the sword with one knife, slashing the sword obliquely.

Gong Mengbi took the opportunity to retreat, leaving the battlefield to Daxian Beilai.

Beilai Daxian controls the golden sword with one hand and the flame with the other.

But when the golden knife was sent, it was split by the long sword, and when the flame came, it was split by the long sword.This blind Goddess seems to be strong when she encounters the strong, and even the great immortals from the north are at a disadvantage.

Daoist Luo shouted: "Pick her streamer, pick her streamer!"

Great Immortal Beilai heard it, but the sword was too sharp.Daxian Beilai could only deal with it wholeheartedly, and didn't want to try the sword with himself.

Gritting her teeth, Gong Mengbi took advantage of the moment the Goddess drew her sword, and suddenly flew towards her with the wind, grabbed the ribbon in front of her, and quickly stepped aside.

After taking off the streamer, the eyes of the Goddess became bright again. She looked at Great Immortal Beilai, then at Gong Mengbi, and finally at Daoist Luo, her eyes sank, and she said, "I will not cast the sword of injustice."

The figure of the goddess blurred into white light and fell into the scroll.

Gong Mengbi breathed a sigh of relief, but when he looked over again, he could no longer see the saint of painting.

"Damn! Let him escape!"

(End of this chapter)