The old ancestor's painting style is always wrong

Gu Huixue glanced at them quietly, smiled contemptuously, the peach forest rose again, and pink flowers bloomed one after another, like brocade clouds.But under the spring flowers, there are many bones buried in the spring mud. In the flower forest, ghost puppets collected for thousands of years gradually surrounded them.

At the same time, she looked up at the fly-like ghosts pasted on the formation, and with a slender move, a peach blossom thunder directly hit the formation, knocking out the Kunlun Immortal Sect's mountain protection formation from within. a big hole.

When Gu Liangzhang saw the big formation break open, and the ghost shadows covering the sky and the sun rushing into the formation, he almost fainted, this, this, my Kunlun sect is going to die here.

Chu Fengge, who was lying on the ground, barely opened his eyes to see such a scene, pulled Gu Liangzhang's clothes, and said intermittently: "Leave me alone, go!" Although the voice was intermittent, the tone was sonorous.

Gu Liangzhang smiled wryly and said: "I can't go." He looked at the ghost in the peach blossom forest, he knew that he was not capable enough to protect himself, but it was difficult to break through.

The two of them were trapped in the formation, and Gu Huixue was not in a hurry, she sat patiently on the peach blossom branch and watched, her sleek calves and delicate ankles dangling in the air, very coquettish.

But on the other side, Lu Wenhe led the people to stand guard on the square in the Feixian Temple, and suddenly saw a stream of light passing by, and then a thunderclap exploded, freezing the eternal Kunlun Immortal Sect in all directions. The extremely cold ice formation blasted a hole.The shadows of ghosts that were already densely packed on top of the big formation rushed into the formation at once, and the ghosts cried like hell, moving people's hearts and souls, as if they were about to turn into one of the ghosts in the next moment.

And after the ghosts, there are thousands of demon gods with grotesque shapes, or three heads and six arms, or human bodies and snake heads, or demon gods with fleshy wings on their backs. They are the three thousand demon descendants of Grandma Wusheng.Looking at the flesh and blood all over the ground, they excitedly uttered terrifying screams, and stretched out their claws to pounce.

The many disciples standing on the square couldn't help swallowing, or clenched their fists, and what was even more unbearable was their calves trembling.Several Nascent Soul Da Neng looked at each other solemnly, thinking that after years of painstaking practice, it is inevitable that they will die today?

Just at the very moment, there was a sound of strings, and the clear sound of the piano seemed to come from the sky, and it seemed to sound from the bottom of my heart. The wind is as strong as the thunder, it is actually Lu Wenhe's habitual playing "Wind and Thunder Yin".

"He Yun from Lu in the past was taught by a god. His voice is smooth and strange, and his sentences are windy and thunderous."

Originally sunny and bright, the snow-capped Kunlun Mountains were like falling into a black prison at this time, dizzy and miserable, unable to see anyone, but amidst the sound of the piano, the wind and thunder blew like sharp blades, cutting the miserable, In the dark night sky, the skylight penetrates through these gaps, and the vicious ghosts shriek and turn into ashes under the skylight.

God moved the world, and Lu Wenhe actually came into contact with the realm of transforming gods and real people during the Yuanying stage. The way of transforming gods can be expected. At this time, he uses his spirit to guide the sky to penetrate the sun and kill ghosts.

These evil spirits and demon gods were not idiots, they easily saw who the person playing the piano was, and rushed towards them one after another.But when jumping towards them, they saw the moonlight like water, the place where it flows, the cold wind rises, and the snow blows like flakes, like salt, like powder.

In the cold wind and snow, these evil spirits turned into a strange ice sculpture, and then turned into powder. They could only watch helplessly as a bright moon hung above the head of the person playing the piano like a mirror. , but blowing the snow mirror to Qinghan Guanghan, at this moment its power is fully activated to cleanse away evil spirits.

The several Nascent Souls present at the scene were able to see it, and they mustered up their courage. It is better to kill a future than to kill them without fighting.With the sword in hand and the courage in his heart, several Nascent Souls flew away into the air and rushed into the evil spirits and demon gods.

The other disciples saw the actions of the ancestors and looked at each other. Although they didn't rush out directly, they still stood closely behind Lu Wenhe, and the accumulated talismans and seals were thrown among the evil spirits .One of the golden elixir masters, Zhang Huaiyuan, was the most astute. He stood up and directed his fellow disciples to go to one place, and concentrated their firepower to destroy an invading demon god...

But they killed more, but more evil spirits surged.The intruders seem to have moved a ghost gate to the sky above Kunlun. The evil spirits inside smelled the smell of flesh and blood, and rushed out continuously, driven by bloodthirsty desire and hatred for the living. The young Daoists below struggled and howled before they died, and tasted their blood and flesh and blood.

The Nascent Soul Da Neng who rushed into the hungry ghost one after another, in despair, blew themselves up one after another, blasting open the empty space, but was soon filled by the hungry ghosts coming one after another.

Xiang Qinghan's eyes were already filled with blood and tears, but when he looked down and saw that her husband was still insisting, she smiled sweetly, like slender clouds curling around, the bright moon came out alone, and a mouthful of blood spewed out from his mouth. Dasheng.

Originally, flakes of snowflakes condensed into ice crystals and danced, like sword blades, cutting the demon gods and ghosts in front of them into two pieces, and turned them into dust when the wind blew.But in the snowstorm, the Guanghan Snow Blowing Mirror gradually melted like an ice plate.

Like a fairy Heng'e, Xiang Qinghan slowly descended in mid-air, leaned on Lu Wenhe's shoulder and closed his eyes.The sound of Lu Wenhe's zither did not stop, but it conveyed the meaning of endless grief and indignation. The mourning soldiers must win. Sure enough, when everyone present heard this music full of sadness and anger, they felt infinite anger in their hearts. Evil ghosts are hateful, monsters are hateful, kill kill kill!

More people who were already exhausted and waiting to die took the magic weapon from the fallen fellow and rushed forward, holding the evil spirits and demon gods together, and some people continued to swing their swords despite the pain and exhaustion, wanting to kill more Ghost.

In the end, the wind and thunder were exhausted, and the strings of the qin were broken. Lu Wenhe's mouth and nose were bleeding. After playing the last sentence, it was the first time that he pushed away the Yaoqin in his hand, hugged his wife who was leaning on his shoulder, and closed his eyes. passed away.

Lu Wenhe and his wife Xiang Qinghan, the No.30 sixth generation head of Kunlun Xianzong, were martyred in the calamity and died of exhaustion.

Although the sound of the zither was cut off, the lingering sound lingered, and everyone looked at the corpses of the head couple who were dead but still sitting in front of them, and their grief and indignation were even worse. Coming from the sun, I can't help but feel powerless and at a loss, what should we do? !

At this time, seeing red flowers falling from the sky, they blinked in disbelief, and saw that the red flowers were like demon fire, as if burning the whole sky. These red flowers were fueled by evil spirits and nourished by monsters. Roots and sprouts quickly took root on them, and a gorgeous brocade stretched out from the air.

Everyone was overjoyed to find that their crisis was resolved, and these red flowers were the savior.Among them, someone who was well-informed picked up the flower and said, "This is Maha Manshu Shahua." "Which Buddhist monk is this?" Seeing this, everyone forced a smile and said.

Outside the big formation, Fengdu Ghost Emperor and Wusheng's grandma looked at Shen Zhongyu who was standing with his hands behind his back. Just now he came every step of the way, and the evolution of Maha Manshu Shahua eliminated almost half of the two men's troops, enough to let them know that the person who came was not an enemy. friend.

Taking a closer look, the two found that he had returned to Huashen. They were secretly surprised, but as Huashen real people, they were a bit courageous, and they would not run away without a fight. .

Seeing the beautiful and kind, Wusheng grandma in palace attire wave her soul-chasing staff, a river of blood stretches out in front of her, with ups and downs of blood, all kinds of chaos, sons killing fathers, fathers killing sons, husbands and wives killing each other, monarchs and ministers The scene of fighting emerged, which is the way of lifeless demon that defies common sense.

But a ghost palace appeared above the head of Fengdu Ghost Emperor, who was dressed in a crown. When the two doors were opened, the evil spirits came out together, forming a formation like an army of mortals.According to legend, the ghost emperor of Fengdu used to be a folk emperor. After his death, he would not rot for a thousand years, turned into a zombie, and finally became a ghost emperor. He was best at controlling ghosts.

Under such strict treatment, Shen Zhongyu, who was just stroking the jade ruler, looked extremely pitiful as if he were an unarmed mortal.But just when the blood river and the ghost formation were pressing down, Shen Zhongyu, who seemed to be locked in by the aura, suddenly jumped into the air and held it high like a yellow crane. The first thing he showed was his physical skills. People can't help but feel a little disappointed.

The two looked at each other, Guizhen and Xuehe continued to chase after him, trying to take down this person who stole his name.But after only going around half a circle, the two of them felt that something was wrong. Just as they stopped, the Fengdu Ghost Emperor suddenly let out a wail, and Wu Shengxuehe turned upside down, completely falling on top of his own ghost formation at this moment.With the loss of ethics, why are all the ghosts in the formation still willing to obey the command of the Fengdu ghost emperor, and turn back against their masters one after another.

Shen Zhongyu stopped to watch the infighting among Fengdu Ghost Emperor's subordinates, shook his head, measured the sky, and the misty blue light evolved into a large formation, cutting off the blood river and trapping Wusheng Grandma in it.At the same time, a pure white lotus emerges from the river of blood, the lotus blooms, and the injustice disappears. The evil spirits who have been trapped in the formation for many years reveal their true nature and are happy again. They bow to Shen Zhongyu and enter the cycle of reincarnation .

Fengdu Ghost Emperor saw something bad, and immediately retreated, leaving only Grandma Wusheng.Shen Zhongyu looked back at Wusheng's grandma, she was still immersed in the blood, her brocade-like long hair was floating on the water, seeing Shen Zhongyu's eyes, she smiled charmingly: "My lord, please forgive me."

Shen Zhongyu didn't answer any more, Qingguang swayed all around to kill Wusheng's grandmother on the spot, but at the next moment, Qingguang flew up and reunited, and the blow that came from below him was actually Gu Huixue's Peach Blossom God thunder.

But before, even though the ghostly shadows all over the sky also fell to the top of Chaoyang Peak.But these evil spirits and monsters had only approached Gu Huixue nine feet away before they were assimilated into the peach forest and became her most loyal guards.

And Gu Huixue also wanted to refine the two great transformation gods of the Kunlun Immortal Sect with the Peach Blossom Bewitching God Formation.Unexpectedly, it was only halfway through, the red flowers scattered in the air, the ghosts dispersed, feeling bad, Gu Huixue got out immediately.