Seeking immortality in a deceitful way starts by making oneself into a puppet

The woman in red who paints the Immortal Way uses a secret method to disguise herself as a painting charm. This secret method is somewhat similar to the hidden transformation technique of the Three Corpses Mystical Demon Puppet. Even a Taoist master will be deceived if he is not careful!

Zhengzhengzheng! !

She quickly moved her fingers, plucked the strings, and the pipa in her arms also made waves of enchanting sounds. He Ping's eyes, ears, nose, and mouth all flew out, and it was obvious that he had been hit by a vicious spell. This secret spell of painting the immortal way is extremely vicious and can usurp people's facial features.

For ordinary people, if their five senses are taken away and they don’t have a mouth and nose to breathe, they will suffocate; without eyes and ears, they will undoubtedly be blind or deaf.

He Ping's face was completely smooth, and his eyes, ears, and nose were all missing. After losing his facial features, he stretched out his long sleeves to cover his face, and flew away.

"People stand in the world with their faces, and stand between heaven and earth with their magnanimity. If a person loses his face, what face will he have to live on..."

The woman in red spoke quietly, and He Ping felt another sharp pain on his face. The mysterious spell was still being cast, and with a "hiss", his entire face peeled off, and his face was bloody and bloody. Blood dripped continuously.

"Why bother! Your ability is good, but it's a pity that my "Thousand Essences and Hundreds of Charms" has been refined long ago. If you don't have the ability to enter the Tao, no matter how powerful your skills are, you can't escape this disaster!"

The woman in red sighed, with a hint of sadness in her beautiful eyes. In her opinion, this person who took the initiative to come to the door was undoubtedly seeking his own death.

She didn't know He Ping's origin, but over the years, there were many monks who had found her family through clues and intended to seize the inheritance of Immortal Painting. Now that she knew the true intention of the other party, she naturally had no intention of holding back.

The woman in red's willow eyebrows stood upright, and her whole body exuded a bone-chilling killing intent. At this moment, the sound of the pipa in her arms sounded again.

"Zheng Zheng Zheng", as the ten fingers move, the sound of the pipa is noisy, sad and graceful. It is breathtaking, but also contains a hint of sadness. If someone hears this sound of the pipa, it will resonate in their heart, and they will be extremely sad and give birth to a feeling of sadness. Unbearable grief.

This hurtful grief seemed to be silent, and it was like a painful wind passing by. He Ping's retreating movement was also a beat slower, and his soul was obviously shaken.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

The woman in red swung her long sleeves, and the gray and white light lit up, suddenly turning into gray air that filled the sky, trying to trap He Ping in it from all directions.

Countless faces in these gray air currents are distorting and hissing. They are clearly painted charms refined by collecting the facial features and essence of the people who came here.

After the "Thousands of Essences and Hundreds of Charms" is completed, it can be condensed into a large enchantment formation. With the help of the formation, the woman in red immediately increased the power of her soul. With a move of her fingers, gray-white air currents wrapped around He Ping. on the body.

Despite losing his facial features, He Ping's soul power was still able to sense everything around him. His powerful soul power vibrated the air and emitted a sound.

"It's just a mere face taken away from me. Don't underestimate me."

He wiped it on his face, and it was like changing his face, and the facial features that had been taken away reappeared.

In an instant, He Ping raised his finger, and hundreds of miraculous sword energy were released, scattering the gray-white air currents surrounding his body.

"You like to take away people's facial features so much, so I'll give you a few more!"

The black cloak was raised, and human faces emerged from it. These were human faces made by puppetry, lifelike and floating.

If you look carefully, you will find that each one is He Ping's own face. These thin, mask-like faces are grinning widely, and their mouths are full of sharp teeth.

The woman in red was slightly startled, and she was also surprised that this person's spell was no less weird than her own.

"This person practices the skills of that sect. I have never heard of such a weird left-handed technique before..."

Those He Ping faces full of fangs also flew into the air one after another, opening their big mouths one by one, biting the gray air around them.

These weird human faces opened their big mouths and sucked in the gray air. There seemed to be a black hole in those big mouths full of sharp teeth. As soon as they inhaled, the surrounding gray air surged crazily and was swallowed into it.

In an instant, a stream of gray and white air roared crazily, turning into countless blurry figures and sweeping in. The violent force swept all the way and hit the mask-like face!

Next, there were just a few clicks, and several masks shattered and exploded in the air.

Those gray-white air flows turned into waves and swept across the mask, and the two forces exploded into a ball.

However, the woman in red waved her long sleeves again, and another stream of gray light rose up, filling every inch of space within a radius of dozens of feet, just like the realm of a Taoist master, sealing off everything in this space. Things, every particle of dust that will be incorporated into this space, will be stagnated in the void.

He Ping roared, his figure suddenly swayed away, and he used the escape method of the Three Yuan Demon Palace. This escape method is called "Yixu Rongling". His whole body suddenly shrank, shrunk, and shrank again, until it shrank into After a black spot, the figure disappeared from the void.

However, when the pipa sound sounded again, the music became more urgent, the space was distorted, and He Ping was forced out. Before he could stabilize his body, the entire ship was melting like ice and snow, and the pavilions on the ship collapsed and melted into a ball of colorful paint.

At this moment, the big ship suddenly dissolved, just like the ink on the scroll spread out, He Ping's figure was also wrapped, and the paint seemed to swallow his figure together and melt into it.

The woman in red is wearing a bright red dress, her long black hair is gently pulled back from her head, and her bare feet are floating in the air. Her appearance is extremely beautiful, and there is a beauty hemorrhoid in the corner of her slightly droopy eye.

She had just been hiding among the musicians, and she didn't know what kind of skills she had used, making her extremely inconspicuous. At this time, his true body is revealed, his skin is like gelatin, his eyebrows are picturesque, and his style and demeanor are unusually moving.

"If you want to seize the inheritance of Immortal Painting, I will let you see it with your own eyes!"

There was a sarcastic look on her face, and she said lightly: "It's just a pity. My secret method of painting the immortal lineage is not something that cats and dogs can have a chance to see alive..."

"Yeah?"

Suddenly, a very faint voice came from the sky.

"I've also seen the magic of painting immortals, and it doesn't seem to be that good!"

With an unusual sound, "He Ping", who was wrapped in five-color clay-like lumps, exploded. A small puppet floated out of it, flew into the sky in the blink of an eye, and disappeared into the large area covering the sky. Among the large "dark clouds", the woman in red raised her head and stared at the top of her head.

Her whole body was shaken, and her eyes were full of astonishment.

"When did this happen?"

I don't know when it happened, but this dark cloud covered most of the sky, like an upside-down pot lid, seeming to cover hundreds of miles in radius.

Deep in the "dark cloud", a golden light shone through, and a hole opened in the condensed clouds of black clouds and fire demons, coiling around the center like a whirlpool. The surrounding clouds were also changing, as if there were thousands of troops. Hidden within it, a huge throne can be vaguely glimpsed.

On the throne, a phantom like a god and demon sat.

Along with the appearance of this phantom, a huge and terrifying force also pressed over from the sky, just like the boundless and unpredictable power of heaven descending.

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