Journey to the West: Funeral Mission to the West

After all, the saint could return at any moment...

Tracing one's home is an eternal hatred that never dies, and it is absolutely desperate.

Even if the house raid is successful, you have to worry about the other party squatting in the corner every day to copy his house...

Not worth the loss. "

Tang Sanzan understood.

Journey to the West: Funeral Mission to the West

Chapter 73 The Liar Comes

Qingshan said: "The Shushan world has been seriously damaged this time. The news that the Shusheng has died will definitely spread, and more saints will come to make trouble. Putting it away is the best choice."

Tang Sanzan touched: "More saints are making trouble... um..."

This guy seems to be brewing something bad again.

Tang Sanzan suddenly turned around and asked the crowd: "Uh... the painting sage is dead, do many people know about it?"

Everyone shook their heads collectively, the saint just died, how could other people know?

Tang Sanzan nodded in satisfaction, smiled, and then roared: "Hua Sheng is dead! Just died! It's still hot!"

He roared with all his strength, and the sound directly dispersed the chaotic atmosphere in a radius of 3000 million miles, and the sound spread to an unknown place...

The shocked saints covered their heads and almost fell to the ground, tears came out from the pain.

The chess master hurriedly shouted: "Master, what are you doing?"

Tang Sanzan spread his hands and said: "It's nothing, just... let everyone exercise. Let's go, let's draw the saint's world, go quietly, and hide. After a while, you all open your eyes wide for me. Find out who the saints who go there are, and where they live!"

The chess sage, Qin Se, and Qing Shan immediately understood what the bald man meant, and looked at each other, with only one thought in their minds: "The real thing must have a bamboo shoot, so that you can think of such a simple, long-term method."

Just when the world of the book sage was under attack, and the world of the painting sage, two figures appeared sneakily.

Zhu Gangli pointed to the undulating scroll in front of him and said, "Is that a world?"

As a pig who has never left the Pangu world, he is very curious and curious about everything in the chaos, so naturally there are many problems.

Rabbit is different. He is obviously a frequent visitor to Chaos. His eyes lit up and he said: "Yes, this is a world! Hmm... It seems that it should be the world of painting saints, let's call it the painting world. Finally let I've caught one, pig, pack up and get ready to rob!"

Zhu Gangli said a little worriedly: "Rabbit, are you sure we want to do it? This is a real world with saints. If you really go down, can you handle it?"

The rabbit rolled his eyes at him and said: "Your rabbit, I am the ancestor of fraudsters, and what I am best at is intelligence collection. The holy power of this world has obviously weakened, and there must be no saints in it. If there are saints, the state of this world will That's not the case...Let's go, while we're not at home, let's make a big deal first! Damn he always wants to steal our world, so let's give him his lair first, and let him have a good time! "

When Zhu Gangli heard this, he immediately became interested, but said with some concern: "Rabbit, let me say it first, my strength is Hunyuan, and I may not be able to help you much if I go in."

Rabbit rolled his eyes at him and said, "Don't worry, I'll be half-holy when you come out with Lord Rabbit."

"Really?" Zhu Gangli was surprised.

The rabbit looked at Zhu Gang like a leopard and said: "This is a world. Not to mention the natural resources and treasures in it, I just give you a part of the origin of the world to help you step out of the door, what do you think?" Is it difficult? Stop talking nonsense, hurry up, the robbery is early, and people will come back later, it will be troublesome."

Zhu Gangli didn't hesitate any longer, and followed the rabbit directly to the painting world.

At this moment, the painting world is singing and dancing.

The painting world is different from other worlds. There is no sect in the whole world, and everyone belongs to the same sect, the painting sect.

The suzerain of the painting sect is directly the part-time job of the painting saint. He has set up six elders under him to help him understand the sect.

The whole world is like a whole machine, it runs very smoothly, but it lacks a lot of fun and is a bit boring.

Today, in the holy lake of painting, several people are sitting on the lake, using the lake as a mirror, waving ink, and drawing ink marks, the lake fluctuates with the wind, and the ink flows, gradually becoming A painting, that is a dragon!

"Good painting, good painting! Girl in Jinyi's paintings are becoming more and more vivid. I have seen those who paint with heaven and earth before, but this is the first time I have seen those who follow the tide to make paintings. It's just... this dragon seems to have no eyes." An old man clapped his hands. At the same time of applause, doubts were raised.

A woman in brocade clothes in front smiled slightly and said, "Mr. Sang, don't worry, look..."

As soon as the words fell, a big fish jumped up in the lake. After breaking through the ink, it turned around and fell into the lake. It blasted the water waves and pushed the ink away, forming a blank eye white.

And the ink on the fish's body remained on the lake when he entered the water, becoming a speck of black pupil in the white of his eyes.

After the black dragon got its eyes, its whole body shone with light, and after a roar, it soared into the sky, turning into a real black dragon, flying and circling in the air.

"Yuyue dotting the eyes! Good, what a Yuyue dotting the eyes!" Several people applauded at the same time.

At this moment, two figures appeared in the sky.

Everyone looked carefully, and saw a man wearing a white crane cloak and carrying a scroll descending from the sky with a pig-headed demon.

His appearance is a little strange to everyone, but it doesn't matter, it feels like they are very familiar!

They knew that the painting saint might change his appearance frequently because of his background in painting, but that feeling would not deceive them. At the same time, the map of the Three Mountains and Two Realms on his back was also one of the iconic items.

The most important thing is that the painting saints have a little habit that only they know, that is, there will be a red string tied on the little finger of their left hand.

The people in front of me are all in line, so there is no doubt that they are painting saints!

Everyone hurriedly stood up and saluted, saying, "I pay homage to the saint of painting, and welcome the saint of painting back!"

Painting a saint is naturally not a real painting of a saint, but a transformation of the super liar Qin Yu.

Qin Yu has several unique skills. The first is his terrifying eyesight. Not only can he see every inch of the opponent's body at a glance, he can also analyze the opponent's habits from various details, and he can also open the pupil of tracing the source, Seeing the past of the other party at a glance... This is why he can tell many secrets about the other party when he is cheating.

Second, he has a powerful ability to change, not only can change the appearance of the other party, but can even imitate the magic weapon, even if it is himself, it is difficult to distinguish the real from the fake.

Thirdly, he has a super supernatural power imitation ability, which can perfectly imitate and even copy the opponent's supernatural power.

These are the three tricks of Qin blackmailing people.

At this moment, his changing painting of a saint cannot be said to be similar, but exactly the same!

Even a saint can't tell the truth from the fake, let alone a few semi-saints?

Qin Yu imitated the character of the painted sage, raised his chin arrogantly, did not speak, and landed with a pig mane, and then looked at the six semi-sages one by one.

Journey to the West: Funeral Mission to the West

Chapter 74

An old man with short hair, an old man with long beard, two middle-aged men, a middle-aged beautiful woman, and a woman in brocade clothes.

With just a glance, his Eye of Tracing the Origin clearly saw the past of these people.

The corners of his mouth were raised slightly. When he passed by the beautiful woman, he gently touched her cheek and said, "Tonight, let's chat about our cultivation experience."