Igniting thirty percent of the living beings in this world would basically be enough to suppress the ghost tower …
This was the result of her calculations. However, once she started doing this, the remaining seventy percent of living beings would definitely react violently. The Banyan Tree King had already occupied six prefectures and was determined to become the god of the Nine Prefectures. He would definitely resist with all his strength, so it would be better to burn them all.
The Banyan Tree King's body was incomparably huge, and his branches and roots were intertwined. He was almost invincible in the Nine Prefectures, but the Buddha Slaying Sword happened to restrain him, so it should not be too difficult to deal with. With his deduction ability, he should be able to realize this.
She hoped that he would use all his strength to take down the ghost tower. Otherwise, when Qing Shan returned, he would definitely be furious.
But even if he was angry, he had to do this!
Because before he returned, she could not leave. … …
In an ancient temple deep in the mountains, red leaves rustled and fell on the steps.
"This is the Painting Tomb!"
Chu Danqing stood in front of the temple, his heart filled with amazement. He suddenly turned around and was shocked to find that she was standing silently behind him. Her white monk robes matched the scenery of the ancient temple very well, but her expression would never match any scenery. The strange sword in her hand was even more inexplicably spoiling the scenery.
"My promise with Qing Shan has been fulfilled. You have also obtained Grand Preceptor Dong's one hundred strange paintings. There are many dangers in the Painting Tomb, so you should leave!"
"Keke, little brat, you talk big. What danger can there be in this broken place? When you see that fake dragon and slash it a few more times, you will know who is in danger." The Forsaken Immortal Sword let out a sharp and strange laugh, completely breaking the quiet atmosphere.
Chu Danqing's expression changed greatly. Little Ann lightly flicked the blade with her finger. The Forsaken Immortal Sword immediately stopped talking.
"When you safely leave the Painting Tomb, my promise will be fulfilled."
"Then … alright!" Chu Danqing stepped on the red leaves and walked up the steps.
Little Ann followed closely behind. When she stepped on the first step, the steps suddenly dispersed like smoke. The red maple trees on both sides suddenly burst into flames, and the raging flames swept toward her.
Just now, Chu Danqing realized that everything around him was actually a painting. The flames were also very close to him, but he did not feel any heat. Instead, his blood was faintly boiling. It was very comfortable.
A single step separated them into two different worlds.
He couldn't help but stop and look back worriedly.
Little Ann stood firmly in the void, expressionless, as if he didn't hear anything.
The light from the Forsaken Immortal Sword twisted and turned. The surrounding scenery immediately shattered. He couldn't touch her at all.
The Forsaken Immortal Sword was the ruler of the Sword Catacomb. The Sword Dao was a Dao of slaughter. Regardless of whether it was destructive power or lethality, it was far from what the Painting Tomb could compare to.
"I don't need your protection. I beg you, Little Ann, get out! "
Chu Danqing's face was full of bitterness as he cupped his hands and bowed. It was to protect the Painting Tomb. Every flower and tree here was a famous painting, yet they were mercilessly torn to shreds. It really made his heart bleed.
Little Ann said nothing and had no intention of withdrawing.
The Painting Tomb shook, and more sceneries joined the attack, but they were all shattered by the Abandoned Immortal Sword.
"Sigh, I'm afraid of you!"
Chu Danqing didn't dare to linger and ran forward with all his might. Little Ann followed behind him at a steady pace. The Abandoned Immortal Sword tore through all obstacles and opened up a hole.
In the depths of the meditation room, flowers and trees grew, setting off the snow-white painting wall. An ink dragon floated in the air, ready to fly.
Chu Danqing saw it from afar and shouted, "Master!"
"Keke, this blind old man, why don't we kill him!"
The Abandoned Immortal Sword laughed strangely. Little Ann put it away. In front of the painting wall, the surrounding scenery suddenly stabilized and no longer attacked her.
Chu Danqing knelt in front of the painting wall. The ink dragon lowered its head as if it was looking at him, but there was only emptiness in its eyes. The ink around him was very faint. Although the battle in the ink sea had not hurt his body, it had affected him greatly.
He said in a low voice, "Danqing, you're here." He then looked up at Little Ann. "What do you have to say?"
"There's only one question. Do you still want to be our enemy after you escape?"
Little Ann pressed down on the Buddha Slaying Sword again. Saving an enemy to fulfill a promise was something that Li Qingshan would do, but she wouldn't. Besides, ensuring that Chu Danqing could safely enter the Painting Tomb would be considered fulfilling her promise.
"So this is your true goal!"
Chu Danqing stood up and blocked the painting wall, glaring at her angrily.
"Danqing, step down," the Dragon King Of The Sea ordered sternly.
"Yes, Master!" Even though Chu Danqing was unwilling, he could only step aside.
"If I say I won't, will you believe me?" The Dragon King Of The Sea said.
"Fellow Daoist disdains lying. Even if it's a lie, you'll keep your word," Little Ann said.
"So, you want to force me to promise not to be your enemy?"
With a rumble, a bolt of thunder pierced the sky. Layers of dark clouds gathered, and a storm was about to come.
Chu Danqing was very anxious. He knew that his master was proud and aloof and would never be threatened by others, but he was no match for this "Enemy of Buddha" under such circumstances. He didn't expect his master to kill him despite all his efforts.
"Life and death are mortal matters. You can choose as you please, Dragon King. But I still hope to avoid a fight."
"Why?"
"If I kill you, your disciple will seek revenge, and I'll have to kill him. But he's a friend of Qingshan. I don't want to do this unless I have no other choice." In fact, there was another reason. The painting couldn't be "eaten".
The Dragon King Of The Sea fell silent. The dark clouds grew thicker.
Their eyes met, one blank, and the other empty. The blankness had a heart, but the emptiness was truly emotionless.
Since there was a heart, it couldn't be without concern. For example, this disciple who was ready to risk his life for him, or the dream of flying in the sky and traveling the four seas.
Emotionless was almost detached. The person was in the painting, but the heart was outside. The words didn't even seem like a threat, but the embodiment of some rule.
The Dragon King Of The Sea sighed, "If Li Qingshan said this to me, I would fight him again no matter what!"
"Qingshan wouldn't say such a thing."
"I will never be your enemy again."
Little Ann nodded slightly. She waved her sword to break the Painting Tomb and was about to leave.
"Wait, I wanted to give this painting to Qingshan as a thank you gift. Now I want to give it to you."
Chu Danqing looked at her deeply and handed over a scroll of painting.
Unfolding the scroll, Little Ann's expression changed slightly. Like ripples on the surface of a lake, she stared at the painting without blinking.
It turned out to be a painting of Li Qingshan. He stood there casually with his hands on his waist. His long black hair was loose, and there was a bright and proud smile at the corner of his mouth. Although it didn't contain any magic power and was just an ordinary painting, Chu Danqing poured all his effort into it. It was vivid and lifelike, as if the real person was standing in front of him.
"I hope you won't forget him!"
Xiao An returned to her senses and gave a random response. She casually tossed down a pile of paintings and drifted away into the crack.
Chu Danqing looked at the hundreds of paintings on the ground and was also dumbfounded. These were nearly a hundred magic treasure-level paintings, and they were all thrown to him just like that. He couldn't help but smile bitterly. Was she learning from Qingshan to distinguish kindness and hatred clearly?
He took a deep breath and turned to face the painting wall. A brush was already in his hand. He condensed a drop of his heart's blood at the tip of the brush and tapped it on the painting wall.
The brush fell silently, and he tapped it twice.
With a boom, the painting wall shattered, and the ink dragon soared.
The Painting Mound shook violently. All the scenery turned into rapidly spinning colors in a kaleidoscope, converging toward the vigorous and shocking dragon.
Chu Danqing had exhausted all his effort in this one stroke. In a moment of dizziness, his figure fell straight down, landing on the great desert where the curtain of night had fallen. In the ever-changing mirage, the shadow of a dragon shuttled back and forth. Each time it shuttled, it grew larger. At first, the body could still be seen, but later, only scales and claws could be seen.
Finally, a huge dragon's head poked out, followed closely by a slender body. It seemed to be soaked in the brilliance of the mirage. In the inky darkness, there were changing colors and more texture.
A dragon's roar resounded through the desert. The ink dragon soared into the sky. The Painting Mound no longer existed, merging with him.
The fake thing trapped in the painting could finally roam the world like a real dragon.
The stone door of Qing Xiao's Abode opened.
A ray of moonlight shone into the hollow and dark belly of the mountain, outlining her figure.
The abode that she had carefully opened back then seemed so simple and crude.
She floated down and unfurled the painting again. Her hand gently brushed past the painting.
Even with the profoundness of white bone and great beauty, there was still an aspect that could not be understood. It made one frown involuntarily, and tears welled up in their eyes.
The moonlight shone, and clear tears fell like rain.
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