The little ear canal god hugged a brush taller than it, pouted, and a small face burst into tears. Wang Ningzhi looked at the little monster that was popped out by Qian Chen, and felt a little puzzled. Facing a tens of thousands of Yellow Turban heroes, what's the use of such a little monster?
Although the monster like the ear canal god is relatively precious to the monks on earth.
But I have never seen any rare treasures in the Wang family of Langya.
In his opinion, it is just ordinary.
The god of the ear canal raised the talisman pen, and one stroke fell and the spirit suddenly became vivid. He only used the pen tip to draw it out a few strokes, and a vivid bearded swordsman appeared in the pen of the god of the ear canal.
The finishing touch of the pen was made, and the swordsman suddenly became vivid and laughed: "Little monster, why did you think of me at this time?"
The swordsman laughed: "I was so angry that I could kill the first peak of Zhongnan because of the drama! "
His spirit of transformation suddenly disappeared, just like a living person's body suddenly lost its color and turned into ink marks like ink. A sword intent soared into the sky from his body, snatching all his spirits, and slashed at the hundred thousand soldiers.
In the sword box behind him, the sword light suddenly escaped, and broke into the void. The sword light ran ten miles away. Under one sword, the sword light broke into the military formation. The Taoist soldiers with a combination of momentum were immediately overturned, and hundreds of soldiers who were leading the sword were killed by this sword.
The sword light was like a bamboo shoot, and it cut off thousands of soldiers before the spirit dissipated.
This sword is only at the level of elixir formation, but with a supreme sword intent, it restrains the heavenly soldiers who are placing talismans.
"Shaoqing Sword Immortal!" Wang Ningzhi's expression darkened. He looked at the bearded swordsman who had lost his spirit and turned into a ball of ink traces. Although he only drew a little bit of spirit, he could only have the ability of a sword.
But this sword was so amazing that he couldn't help but imagine.
If the person in the painting really appears here, what kind of style would it be?
The ear canal god jumped in the air, opened the talisman pen, and fell into the void. The river below evaporated and turned into clouds, laying like paper under its pen. It held the talisman pen, and just thought for a moment, then picked up the stroke and drew an ugly ghost with green face and fangs, holding a yaksha and gnawing, with a hideous and terrifying face.
Qian Chen, who was standing against the river in the distance, saw this and smiled: "It turns out that Zhong Kui was in the heart of the ear canal. It seems that when Zhong Fujun was feasting on the ghosts, he was scared to him!"
The Ghost King transformed into a deity and smiled and said, "Hahaha! I'm going to capture you, the little monster, and eat it!"
The Ghost King opened his arms and roared, and his body turned into a hundred feet. He paused his feet and stepped on it. He burst into huge waves on the river under his feet, like a thirty-foot city wall, pushing it towards all directions.
The Taoist soldiers who rushed over shouted in unison, and the tens of thousands of troops merged into a vaguely general. They cut the sword in their hands and slashed the sword light like a horse, and they even cut open the water wall that was pushed to the Taoist soldiers!
At this time, Zhong Kui shouted: "I will eat you little monster another day!"
The iron hook was thrown out in his hand, and he actually grabbed a flaw in the change of the military formation. At the moment when the long sword of the divine general transformed by the military force retreated, he used the iron hook to penetrate its chest.
Just as he pulled the iron hook, he carried the spiritual light of thousands of Yellow Turban Taoist soldiers, and broke out from his body. The souls of thousands of heavenly soldiers were pulled in front of him by Zhong Kui. Just as he was about to open the black hole in his chest that looked like a cycle of reincarnation, he saw the thousands of spiritual lights connected together, soaring into the sky, and returning to the heaven.
"mean!"
Zhong Kui groaned, and the slightly dissatisfied turn into ink traces and dissipated.
Wang Ningzhi looked at the ear canal god without any contempt. First, there was Shaoqing Sword Immortal, and then a mysterious ghost king. This little monster gave him too many surprises!
Wang Ningzhi learned calligraphy with his father, and he was not as good as his calligraphy and painting, but his eyesight was extraordinary. He saw that the god of ears took advantage of the time Zhong Kui had fought for to gather a sea of ​​clouds and walked endlessly on the long river, and there was a hint of arrogance to compete with the large formation of the river.
It uses clouds as paper and sky as a case. It draws a broken and mottled city tower by writing and writing, and then extends along the wall of the city tower toward both sides, and suddenly draws a majestic city wall as capital.
Above the city wall, thousands of soldiers in armor, whose armor was broken and their weapons were broken, but they exuded a sense of lust.
A white-haired old general stood on the city wall with a long sword, and the ear canal god was still painting. A powerful divine light suddenly burst out from its small body.
In the divine light, a vague seal was buried on it.
At this moment, the sun star appeared at the Jinling Ferry. Within a radius of hundreds of miles, Yuan Hao, Zhixia, Wang Ningzhi, and hundreds of miles downstream of the Jinling Ferry, a beautiful woman sitting in a boat playing chess with him all looked up in a surprised and surprised.
The stars fall like rain!
The divine light flew down and sank into the bodies of countless soldiers on the city wall in the divine painting of the ears. The next moment, the thousands of soldiers, the white-haired general, the middle-aged scholar holding a pen on the city wall, the musician playing the pipa in the city tower, the Taoist who had a calm expression at the front of the city wall...
These characters had a bright look in their eyes, and the city wall they were sending was also extending. Behind the city wall, countless neighbors were scattered, and the people in the city were all made of each other, with blurred faces, but it seemed that everything in the city gave the soldiers on the city wall endless power.
Taoist soldiers lined up in front of the boat downstream, and the woman on the boat was solemn, making her a name for Tianyuan.
The power of the Daojiang Formation suddenly exploded, and it completely merged with the Dao Soldier Formation, pushing the 100,000 Dao Soldiers. Each of them was as if they were all superimposed in their bodies, and they slashed down with sword light...
Without the cover of the formation, Jiao Huan and the two old men outside the formation looked shocked, feeling that the power inside the sword light could kill them hundreds of times in one breath.
But at this time, the picture of the ear canal god has been completed!
It finally went to the plaque above the city tower and wrote two words - Chang'an!
The whole city was vivid, and an indescribable powerful formation appeared at this moment, integrating the power of countless soldiers, generals, scholars, Taoists and musicians in the painting into one.
The large formation of the river blocked its strength and hit the city wall, it could only shatter with a bang. At this moment, nearly 10,000 Taoist soldiers shattered their bodies and turned into bean powder and fluttered.
"Chang'an!" Wang Ningzhi's face stagnated and said in a lost voice: "Is it the Guanzhong formation or the Chang'an in the ancient capital of Qin and Han Dynasties? Is this the Qin capital or the Han dynasty? No, it seems that they are different. Although many traces of the two dynasties can be seen vaguely, but..."
The ear canal does not understand the formation. Even though Qian Chen lent it the Heavenly Master Taishang Seal to restrain many Yellow Turban Dao soldiers, the power of the Shujiang Formation and Sadou Army to complement each other is not something that a little monster can break.
Moreover, the characters it draws are different from Fu Dou. Fu Dou contains magic power and can be the carrier of Taoist soldiers. They are planted with little effort and contain Wang Ning's countless efforts. However, the things drawn only have a little divine intention and no solid carrier. Therefore, there is only one blow or a few hits.
It cannot be compared with the Taoist soldiers of Fu Dou. As long as the magic power in the talisman is not exhausted, the time of existence will be endless.
But the little monster, the ear canal god, is also a bit smart. If it cannot set up a formation, it draws out the strongest formation it has ever seen.
Therefore, it drew the Chang'an Array, the most powerful and powerful formation it has ever seen, is far from comparable to.
For example, the Supreme Emperor's Edict of the Dharma Seal attracted nearly 10,000 heavenly soldiers from the Tianting War Department, which merged with the Chang'an formation, resisted the river-blocking formation and 100,000 soldiers, and could almost have a strong attack from the river-splitting mountains.
At this time, Chang'an was about to collapse.
The ear canal magic pen tip turned, and with the help of Chang'an's collapse, the Chang'an formation was actively destroyed, revealing a crack that suppressed it.
When Chang'an fell, countless red lotus karma fires bloomed quietly, burning all the sins. At this moment, countless soldiers on the city wall died, the general folded his swordsman, and the literati wrote. The bearded swordsman he had painted had died in front of the city gate. A blurred woman was buried in countless talismans, and a figure holding a chicken, lowered her head and curled up in a corner.
Above the city tower, the young Taoist broke the piano.
When you look back suddenly, the red lotus gathers, and the karma fire is born.
The lotus is rooted in the Jiuyou Rift, the lotus leaves support Chang'an City, and a three thousand-foot-foot-long karma-fire red lotus in the city is in full bloom...
Wang Ningzhi felt his eyes tingling, tears gushed out, and in his blurry eyes, a demon god with three heads and eight arms opened his eight arms, and the red silk behind him covered the sky and the destructive aura swept across.
One hundred thousand soldiers turned into ashes in just a moment!
In the distance, Qian Chen, who was holding the white deer, looked strange.
"Does the meaning of the demon body that I placed in the disguised picture of hell merged with the destruction of the Chang'an formation. With the help of my demon body, can I reasonably imagine the scene of my demon becoming a demon? "
"Although the divine power was not good, I only drew half of it, and after destroying 100,000 soldiers, I couldn't bear it. The portrait dispersed and I couldn't destroy the large formation of the river. But it was also very terrifying!"
"But, is it so terrible in the heart of this little monster?" Qian Chen glanced at the ear canal god, and the ear canal god was panting. Obviously, he drew the true form of Qian Chen's demon body, and the burden on it was quite a lot.
At this time, the little monster's back chills, and the whole god becomes alert. He looks back at Qian Chen worrying about what he does.
Qian Chen just looked at it with a smile. The little monster drew a hole, got in, and instantly crawled back to Qian Chen's shoulder.
"Now even this little monster will use my magic body to cheat! This is not good... I have to teach it well and rely on myself in everything! How can my magic body be used to cheat?"
Wang Ningzhi burst into tears, covered his tingling eyes and sighed: "Can even such a monster beat me? I am not even the little demon raised by my fellow Taoist. I want to stop my fellow Taoist, but I am overestimating my ability!"
The white-clothed scholar smiled bitterly. He grabbed Mo Long's horn and said to Qian Chen: "Why should you keep your hands with me? I have only this last thing. After showing off, if you still lose your opponent, you can deal with it!"
He raised the Lanting pen in his right hand, put the pen loose, and walked towards the river below, writing - Luolang Haojin, Chaobu Yingmei...
Sixteen ink dragons flew down, sprinkling ink marks, turning a little bit of the king's charm in his brushwork into another kind of spirit. The dragon's body was like an ink brush, winding on the surface of the river, with its thick brushwork, waving towards Qian Chen.
The ling wojin, the chasing wojin, the chasing wojin, the dark heart is truly sent, and we will be together for thousands of years.
Behind these two lines of poetry, there is an article with extreme ups and downs, a beautiful and graceful article with exquisite words, a flying calligraphy and the manifestation of the void—
In the ninth year of Yonghe, the year is in Guichou, and at the beginning of late spring...
"Preface to the Lanting Collection!"
Qian Chen said seriously that he did not attach so much importance to Wang Ningzhi's brushwork. Wang Ningzhi, with his younger brother sixteen ink dragons, can demonstrate the charm of Xianzhi's calligraphy, which is indeed good.
But compared with the 100,000 Dao soldiers who worked together, no one won.
Even the gods of the ear canal can break the Yellow Turban Talisman that sprinkles beans into soldiers. What is Qian Chen even more afraid of?
But what he didn't expect was that a grand event at Lanting in Shanyin, Kuaiji more than a hundred years ago brought together many elites from the Southern Jin family. During this period, the preface to the Lanting Collection written by Wang Xizhi had reached such a state.
At that grand event, Wang Xizhi of the Wang family, Xie An, Sun Chuo of the Xie family and many other Yin gods, Yang Shen Zhenren wrote poems and integrated his own rules, just like comprehending the great way and creating one magic after another. Wang Xizhi wrote an essay preface.
When writing this article, he was able to use the yang magic to the heavenly way.
He has almost reached the realm of the soul, gathered a group of poems and entrusted them as the true laws of heaven and earth, and sublimated them into supernatural powers - Lanting Collection!
In the Lanting collection, the poems written by everyone can draw out the calligraphy engraved by Wang Xizhi on the way of heaven. Therefore, the forty-one people with famous poems in the Lanting collection can use their own poems as a guide to display this magical power.
If you have the realm of Yang Shen, you can even use all the magical powers of forty-one people.
Seeing this scene, Qian Chen couldn't help but behave seriously.
This is not a respect for Wang Ningzhi, but for Wang Xizhi, who created the Lanting Collection of Supernatural Powers.
It can sublimate magic and magic into magic power.
This person is almost like the soul of the Tao. If he is not a demon with his body, Qian Chen is not an opponent!
The Lanting preface written in lines is stretched out with the river as paper.
Yuan Hao and others were extremely embarrassed by the Taoist soldiers. When they were in danger, a huge and majestic city in the distance appeared, causing all the Taoist soldiers to shatter in an instant.
They were still confused, only Du Xiuniang looked at the giant city and said in a frightened manner: "One painting brings a god, one painting brings a soul... I guessed wrong. That person is not a realm of a living being. His paintings are already enchanted. I don't know what they are painting, but he can actually destroy these powerful Taoist soldiers with one blow!"
But soon, on the river, the ink dragon flew across, stretched its body, and manifested the lines of running scripts. There were also Lanting Prefaces on the river. The ink traces, in the collision, exuded the power that could make them crush to pieces.
Several reincarnations were trembling, and Gao Hu said with a bitter face: "Earth Immortal Realm! Is this the Earth Immortal Realm?"
Yuan Hao's face was dull, and his mind was a little unconscious when he was hit!
At this time, the sound of a sonorous piano came from the river, and the spirit of killing came everywhere. Someone leaned against a white deer and played the piano. The sound of the piano commanded ghosts and gods, and the city gods and lands in all directions, the mountain gods and river gods, and even the enthroned gods all appeared and stood up.
The ghosts were intimidated, and the six dragons in the river were tumbling, as if they were driving forward, four four-toothed divine elephants came from the river, tigers and wolves on both sides were in front, ghosts and gods behind, snakes lie on the ground, phoenixes overturned, and a great combination of ghosts and gods!
The woman sitting in the boat in the distance threw down the black spot in her hand, like a dark eyebrows looking at the mountain, and whispered: "The ancient song made by the saint for the Emperor of Heaven in the past - Qingjiao!"
The blackspot fell into the river and turned into a big black fish, swinging its tail and leaving.
The piano sound was loud and the river was churning. The ink traces of the Lanting Collection were instantly broken. Sixteen flying ink dragons whined and broke into two pieces. The body turned into ink traces and gathered together, but they were obviously severely injured.
Qian Chen's last string moved, and Wang Ningzhi vomited blood and retreated, falling from Mo Long's head.
But he just looked at the sky and smiled and said, "Senior Brother, I have completed it and you have to entrust me!"
Upstream and downstream, a loud shout came from the same time.
"Wang Lang!"
"Junior brother!"
The Taoist priest from the upstream stepped on a sword and attacked across the river. A mysterious light went up against the river and smashed everything blocking the front. On the tower ship, Yuan Hao and others looked back and saw a middle-aged Taoist priest with murderous intent on his face and his hair and beard flying everywhere, and he was extremely angry!
That mysterious light gathers the five elements and has the power of birth and death.
The two old men of Killing Dan flew out of the magic weapon and wanted to stop it a little. The two magic weapons were instantly beaten into scrap iron and fell into the river, unable to even delay!
Above the river blocking formation...
Qian Chen looked back and cut off Dajiang and the mysterious light together!
Chapter completed!