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Chapter 795 The Painting Saint
Their nails are slender and extremely sharp, and a mouthful of sharp fangs is exposed between their mouths.Ferocious and terrifying.

They bent their legs, hopped lightly, jumped up to a height of Zhang Xu, and rushed towards Wang Tianwen and the others.

The white mist rolled and surged, and there was a huge roar from time to time, and a burst of fire could be vaguely seen.

Two evil cultivators in the foundation building period got out of the ground, and they exuded a cold and evil aura, with an evil look.

There are more than a dozen zombies, two bronze armored corpses, and the rest are iron armored corpses.

The Iron Armored Corpse is equivalent to the Qi Refining Period, and the Bronze Armored Corpse is equivalent to the Foundation Establishment Period.

The three of Wang Tianwen frowned and cast spells to deal with the zombies one after another.

From the looks of it, they should have been discovered by evil cultivators.

Without thinking too much, Wang Tianwen sacrificed a metal ball, which turned into a huge golden armored guard.

As soon as the golden armored guard appeared, his right foot radiated yellow light, and stomped hard towards the ground. A strong force of gravity suddenly appeared, and a dozen zombies let out a strange roar, and it was very difficult for them to move a step.

"I'll stop these monsters, you guys help Daoist Yang get out of trouble."

As Wang Tianwen spoke, he took out a red jade pen and gestured in the void. A red firebird emerged out of thin air, flapped its wings, and rushed towards the opposite side.

The two companions sacrificed magic weapons and attacked the valley.

One after another, the red firebirds emerged one after another, rushing towards the opposite side with an astonishingly high temperature.

Confucian monks usually use the four treasures of the study to attack the enemy, and individual Confucian monks use poetry and songs.

One by one, the red firebirds hit the zombies and turned into raging fires, covering the bodies of more than a dozen zombies.

The two evil cultivators of the foundation establishment period looked at each other, nodded to each other, and sacrificed five three black bone knives and two black bone swords respectively, and slashed at Wang Tianwen aggressively.

As soon as the black bone knife and black bone sword approached Wang Tianwen ten feet away, the golden armored guard opened his mouth and sprayed out a large golden mist, covering the black bone knife and black bone sword. The black bone knife and black bone sword were immediately frozen, suspended In mid-air, motionless.

Wang Tianwen held out a book of shining red poems, and began to read the poems on it.

The words on the poetry collection suddenly brightened, and countless red words flew out, turning into dozens of red ropes, flying towards a dozen zombies.

A dozen or so zombies bared their teeth and roared to the sky, trying to escape, but they felt as if an invisible mountain was pressing on them, and they couldn't move.

The evil cultivators are not rich, otherwise they would not have attacked the passing merchants. The defense and attack power of the zombies they refined were still far inferior to those of the real magicians.

The red rope tightly entangled more than a dozen zombies, and there was a muffled sound of "噗嗤", and the billowing flames wrapped their bodies, and they made miserable screams.

The iron-armored corpse was directly burned to fly ash, leaving no slag, and the armor on the bronze-armored corpse also showed signs of melting.

The two evil cultivators realized something was wrong and wanted to run away. There was a loud sound of piercing through the air, and a huge red sword more than ten feet long shot out, aiming at the two of them.

They quickly sacrificed a black shield and a small black umbrella to protect them.

Wang Tianwen's eyes turned cold, and he pinched the magic formula. The red giant sword shone brightly, easily breaking through the defenses of the two, and piercing through their bodies.

The collection of poems that Wang Tianwen sacrificed was a high-grade magic weapon, which added the third-level refining material Lihuo Crystal, which was extremely powerful.

After killing the two evil cultivators, Wang Tianwen made a pinch, and the red giant sword circled and slashed towards the valley.

Rumble!
With a loud noise, the white mist dissipated, and the red-robed old man and others got out of trouble, and several escaping lights flew towards the sky at an extremely fast speed.

"I want to leave! Leave it to the old man."

The old man in the red robe opened his mouth, and a short red ruler flew out, one blurred, one turned into ten, ten turned into a hundred, fiercely slashing towards several streaks of light.

A few screams sounded, and several evil cultivators were pierced by dense red ruler shadows and fell to the ground.

At this time, the two bronze armored corpses were also burned to ashes.

Wang Tianwen put away the puppet beast and magic weapon, strode towards the corpses of the two evil cultivators, searched for their belongings, and put the corpses away.

According to Wan Xiansi's rules, the corpse of the evil cultivator can be exchanged for contribution points.

There are five evil cultivators in the Foundation Establishment Stage. Their cultivation bases are not high. If they were not trapped by the formation, the red-robed old man would have eliminated them long ago.

There is a cave in the valley. There are a large number of corpses piled up in the cave, which is full of evil spirits. There are also a lot of gold and silver jewelry, antique calligraphy and paintings, and many poems and dictionaries.

"Hey, this is the picture of eight horses painted by Huasheng."

The old man in red robe held a blue painting scroll in his hand, his expression was very excited.

There are eight galloping horses in the painting, which are vivid and signed by Lu Xi.

When Wang Tianwen saw the word "Lu Xi", his expression changed, and he asked, "Your Daoist Yang, isn't the master of painting Senior Wu? This picture of eight horses is really good, but the signature is Lu Xi."

Wang Tianwen killed several evil cultivators before, and got a folding fan with Lu Xi's name on it.

The red-robed old man smiled and said, "Friend Wang, you don't know something. The saint of painting is just a title, not a person. Senior Lu Xilu was a great Confucian more than a thousand years ago. He ranked first among the eight sages of Meishan. Painting, the emperor sent people several times to invite Senior Lu to become an official, but he did not agree. He lived in seclusion in the mountains and few people knew of his existence. My ancestor was a student of Senior Lu and studied with him for a period of time. I don’t even know about his existence.”

"The head of the eight sages in Meishan? A great Confucian? Is he a high-ranking monk?"

If it was a foundation-building cultivator, it was impossible for the Emperor of the Dayan Dynasty to send someone to invite him.

The old man in the red robe nodded and said: "Senior Lu is a Nascent Soul cultivator and has no children, but no one knows where he is sitting in the cave. Over the years, many people have suggested that Senior Lu sit in the cave. If you don’t find it, the old man won’t know.”

A young woman in a red skirt said with a smile: "Senior Lu is a saint of painting, maybe he painted the location of Zuohua Cave Mansion on a certain painting and left it for someone who is destined. After all, he has no descendants."

"That is to say, some people have tried, but failed. Among us, Daoyou Wang, Daoyou Li and Daoyou Sun are practicing Confucianism. This picture of eight horses is for you."

The red-robed old man said generously that the picture of eight horses was just a painting. As far as he knew, Lu Xi was just a poor scholar in the secular world before he stepped into the fairyland. He only stepped into the fairyland when he was more than ten years old. This picture of eight horses is obviously an early work of Lu Xi, and it is impossible to hide the location of his sitting in the cave.

Even so, after all, it is the work of monk Yuanying, and it is still kept by the old man in red robe. After returning, find someone to repaint a few paintings.

A large number of corpses were piled up in the cave, and the evil spirit was soaring. If they were left alone, ghosts might appear. They set fire to the cave, left the place, and returned to return to their orders.

(End of this chapter)