"What a formidable foe!"
The grand tutor was both surprised and furious. He sensed death that he had not felt for many years. His blue robes suddenly swelled up, turning Ice as he forcefully blocked the Buddha Slaying sword.
As it turned out, the robes were a painting, depicting a thousand years of Ice and ten thousand years of Frozen Earth.
Little Ann twisted her sword, shattering the Ice and ripping the robes!
The grand tutor retreated in a sorry state, greatly shocked. His Frigid Cloak was a defensive treasure, yet it could not even block a single strike from her! However, it managed to buy him some time. Suddenly, he unfurled his arms and bellowed, "Myriad Paintings!"
Swish!
A hundred paintings unfurled together. There were mountains, rivers, people, flowers, birds, fish, and insects, as well as demons and wondrous realms. Every single painting had their own uses. It could depict powerful existences of the third heavenly tribulation, or it could conjure powerful techniques of ice, fire, and lightning. It could change and interweave into a myriad of colors.
However, when a hundred paintings fused together, it could form a domain of its own, encompassing everything.
Just his strength alone was enough to rival several dozen great cultivators working together. The grand tutor definitely lived up to his reputation as the leader of the three dukes!
As soon as the paintings were unfurled, there was a flash of blood-red light, and they all vanished, landing in a long, blood-red banner.
"A spatial treasure!" The grand tutor's face changed.
Little Ann wielded the sword in her right hand and the banner in her left. She remained expressionless as if she had already expected this.
A string of Skull Prayer Beads flew out from her wrist, turning into skulls that bit at the grand tutor's entire body. Their sharp teeth quickly tore through his protective true qi before tearing at his flesh.
However, strangely enough, no matter how the Skull Demon bit, the wounds on the grand tutor's body would always heal quickly. Not a single drop of blood flowed out, and the Samādhi Flames of White Bone were unable to set him alight. It was as if there was only a portrait of a fleshless puppet there.
The grand tutor allowed the Skull Demon to bite him as he stared at Little Ann coldly.
At this moment, in the distant Dragon province, a self-portrait of the grand tutor hung in the very depths of the grand tutor's estate. It was exactly the same figure and expression. Wherever the Skull Demon bit, the portrait would be damaged.
This was the supreme technique of the school of Painting — Soul Substitution!
As long as the soul was not destroyed, the substitution would not die. At the same time, he was immune to many special attacks. Both the Vinaya Sect's decree and the Samādhi Flame of White Bone were restrained.
A painter's weakest link was his own body. Even if he could control many powerful scrolls, if his body was destroyed, everything would be for naught. That was why he created such a miraculous spell. When the enemy wanted to win by assassination. He was about to crash into an iron plate and fall into a tight encirclement.
"You want to trap my Hundred Wondrous Paintings with a mere magic treasure? Enemy of the Buddha, I will make you fall here today!"
Grand Preceptor Dong activated the Hundred Scrolls of Wondrous Paintings, the Blood Sea Banner surging with brilliant colors as he was about to break out.
Little Ann abandoned the Blood Sea Banner and gripped the hilt of his sword with both hands, his bare feet so white that they were almost transparent. He stepped lightly on the yellow sand, but did not leave any marks. He swung his sword again.
This sword was like the horns of an antelope. It was untraceable, as if it existed with the heavens and earth, without a trace of sharpness.
Grand Preceptor Dong's brows furrowed tightly. This Buddha Enemy's Sword Dao was unimaginably strong, and he had all sorts of methods that were powerful and bizarre. It was no wonder that he could create such monstrous evil in Pearl City. If he did not have the Painted Soul Substitute. He would probably fail miserably in such an easy task today.
But when he met those empty eyes, he suddenly felt an indescribable terror. There was definitely something wrong! If he wanted to retreat, he would be devoured by the Skeleton Demon. It was already too late.
The edge of the sword slashed across his neck. A spray of blood flew, igniting into the Samādhi Flames of White Bone in midair.
A crack suddenly appeared on the self-portrait in the Grand Preceptor's residence. Originally, no matter how the Skeleton Demon bit, it would only damage the portrait, but this crack actually tore through the paper and landed on his neck.
"How is this possible?!"
Grand Preceptor Dong's eyes were wide open, filled with disbelief. A deathly stillness consumed his entire body, and he could not help but cover his neck with his hands, kneeling on the ground like a mortal. He desperately wanted to escape his Nascent Soul, but there was a similar wound on the neck of the Nascent Soul in his body.
Blood seeped out from between his fingers and landed on the yellow sand, creating a white flame. He raised his head with great effort. That beautiful face was still expressionless. The night wind lifted his white clothes and black hair, as if he was death itself.
With a boom, pale white flames spread out, enveloping the entire self-portrait and instantly burning it to ashes.
Everything happened in an instant. Before the others could understand what had happened, they saw Grand Preceptor Dong burn up, pale white flames gushing out from his seven orifices. They were both shocked and terrified.
"Master!" "Grand Preceptor!"
Panting, Chu Danqing flew over the sand dune and cried out in alarm, "Don't!"
Half a month ago, in order to enter the Painting Tomb, he had come to find Li Qingshan to escort him. Only then did he learn that Li Qingshan was no longer in this world. He was greatly disappointed and had originally planned to come to the Crimson Province on his own. However, Little Ann had taken the initiative to accept this matter, because this was a promise he had made.
On the way, they had not exchanged a single word. She was more unfamiliar than he had ever remembered. What her exquisite appearance brought him was not attraction, but fear. He was even unable to form a portrait of her in his mind. His mind was completely blank, seemingly able to swallow up all color.
A moment ago, she had suddenly sped up and he had a bad premonition. He had finally caught up with great difficulty, only to see this scene.
Grand Preceptor Dong had an extremely high status in the hearts of the disciples of the school of Painting. Chu Danqing had once copied many of his paintings. Unless absolutely necessary, he would not be willing to make an enemy of him. He had not expected that she had already killed him.
Little Ann grabbed back the Blood Sea Banner and spat out a hundred masterless paintings. The ownerless objects fell to the ground.
With a casual wave of his hand, he swept all the cultivators present into the sea of blood. At the same time, he raised his white wrist, the Skull Prayer Beads rising into the sky and scattering in every direction.
The surging sea of blood swallowed up all the cultivators, only spitting out the talismans and artifacts on their bodies.
The cultivators that Grand Preceptor Dong had scattered were all pierced through and killed by the Skull Prayer Beads, burning into balls of Samādhi Flames of White Bone. They were extremely dazzling on the approaching night of the desert.
Thus, no one survived.
The desert recovered its silence, only the sighing of the wind.
At some unknown time, a waning moon had risen into the sky, silently facing the setting sun.
Chu Danqing stared dumbfounded at this scene and asked furiously, "What did you do? Why did you kill them? They were not a match for you at all … "
Little Ann suddenly turned her head, her empty eyes stopping all words.
Chu Danqing's mind trembled as he suddenly understood. She really would kill him, just like how she had killed these people. The only thing that had connected them was a promise from Li Qingshan!
Just at this time, as the light of the setting sun and the splendor of the moon intersected, the mirage in the air suddenly burst forth with magnificent colors, ever-changing and beautiful.
The sun and moon shone together, the Painting Tomb opened!
But this magnificent transformation was not reflected in her eyes in the slightest. Gazing into the depths of the endless night sky, she finally said, "You should go in."
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