Bright or dark thunder flashed in the sky, and the purple lightning was so shocking that even the three Mahayana monks felt uneasy.
The last woman wearing a scarlet flame flying fairy dress even wanted to retreat.
Thick clouds pressed down heavily, and a depressing atmosphere rose and fell in the town.
More and more monks arrived, and more and more monks fled.
Obscene words filled the world, but the three most advanced monks started to move at this moment.
Suddenly, a beam of light lit up from the teahouse.
The dazzling clear light seemed like dust, whisking in the air.
Gradually, the dust turned into dew, turned into a deep pool, turned into a river, turned into the sea, and turned into a storm that swept everything The bright mirror light lit up, illuminating thousands of miles around.
The dust floating in the air, the graceful kingfisher on the treetops, the petals stretching in the wind, and the cocoons dormant in the soil were all still at this moment.
The hurriedly fleeing monks, the arrogant sword-wielder, the greedy and ugly old Taoist, and the enchanting and beautiful women all became silent.
At this moment, they who were once aloof and aloof, like those smiling creatures who were like earth mustards, were under the powerful influence.
Under the power, it becomes a still picture.
In this picture, the only ones with color are Wei Lin and Chang Li.
A cold voice echoed in their ears, and their consciousness was vaguely sensing, that is, deprivation.
All the colors, all the sounds, all the vitality came to an end under this deprivation.
The wind is still, it is not blowing gently or violently.
The water is delicate and no longer flows gurgling or trickling.
People are still and no longer shout those greedy words.
The bright flowers lost their color and became dull, the green ancient trees lost their color and became ordinary, and the clamoring monks also lost everything.
The color in their eyes was stripped away, their cultivation was stripped away, their intelligence was stripped away, and their lives were stripped away, turning them into ugly, empty, pictures.
A hand that looks like a jade carving slowly brushes over this layer of scroll.
The black and white scroll is far better than the works of famous artists circulating in the world.
It is painted with various things within a radius of thousands of miles.
The dull ink becomes bright at this moment. got up.
Each group of people has their own characteristics, and they all have faces that are rarely seen in the world, and they have ethereal and aloof postures, but their expressions are so distorted.
Those fleeing figures rotated between black and white, struggling in the ink landscape, sinking deeper and deeper, and finally turned into silent, desperate figures.
The still wind, plain flowers, and calm water seem to be telling a calm and strange story.
The mountains are stacked, the water is bending, and the land is thousands of miles away, all in the painting.
Wei Lin watched this scene with horror, silently glad that he had not provoked this ancestor.
He hesitated and asked, "Are they dead?"
Changli didn't turn around and replied coldly, "No."
"Them" "It's sealed in the painting.
If someone gets this painting, it can be regarded as a good magic weapon.
They can be summoned for help, and it can also be used as a portable space."
Wei Lin swallowed.
This was just a good magic weapon.
What was sealed in the painting was not only the world with a radius of thousands of miles, but also the countless monks, especially three of the monks in this group were in the Mahayana stage.
If someone gets these scrolls in the future, it might be another story about the rise of a young genius.
The jade-like fingers gently tapped an inconspicuous corner of the scroll and took out a colorful cassock, the one that Wei Lin had seen before.
The cassock floated quietly in the air, and a hazy light and shadow slowly emerged, turning into an entity.
It was the charming man.
He no longer had the previous arrogance and wantonness, and was floating in the air with a calm expression.
Chang Li pointed at Wei Lin casually, "You go with him."
The charming man nodded respectfully, "Yes, Your Majesty."
The gorgeous robe restrained his charm and splendor and turned into an ordinary gown.
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The man showed an evil smile and said, "Hello, I am Yi Fu."
In his eyes, Wei Lin saw the same sadness as his own.
What a bad luck.
Chang Li led these two guys out of the vacuum zone with a radius of thousands of miles.
The moment he left, the avenue surged in the void, and the realm of thousands of miles was annihilated by the void.
The two unrelated areas were connected together and turned into a completely new area. region.
The monks who came to investigate were trembling with fear.
Burning mountains and boiling seas is nothing to a monk with advanced cultivation, but completely annihilating an area without leaving any traces.
This kind of cultivation only exists in ancient classics.
Thousands of monks in the cultivation world disappeared.
This news shocked the entire world.
The news that it also included three Mahayana monks completely silenced the news.
The three major sects that had lost their confidence were also in panic.
Yan Fang Hui who knew the inside story was even more incredible.
When did Tai Wei Jing become so powerful?
Why has he never heard of it?
In the last life, the Taiwei Mirror was more of an auxiliary prop and could not directly give Wei Lin strong strength.
However, the situation in this life is completely opposite.
Is this why his rebirth really changed something?
Why does Wei Lin have the power to control the Taiwei Mirror?
But he soon no longer had to think about this problem, Wei Lin had already boarded the Jiuyi Sect.
When he saw that childish boy again, Yan Fanghui realized what he had neglected.
Tai Wei Jing actually had his own sanity.
However, any magic weapon that becomes famous will give birth to its own spiritual wisdom, which is the weapon spirit, over time.
The weapon spirit can continue to grow under the constant nourishment of its master, but due to nature, when there is no master, the weapon spirit will become completely silent, waiting for the next time it recognizes its master.
For thousands of years, there have been only a handful of weapon spirits who can fully express their wishes.
There are only a few weapon spirits who can have independent thinking.
However, there is only one weapon spirit that can take the form of a human.
In the Jiuyi Sect, Chang Li sat casually in the main hall of the sect.
The monks sitting around him could only wait uneasily.
One of the three Mahayana monks was from the Jiuyi Sect.
The world is so vast, there must be more than three monks in the Mahayana period.
In ordinary times, the three holy sects are connected with each other, and coupled with the sect's foundation of hundreds of thousands of years, they can maintain their status and possess countless resources to support themselves.
Nowadays, the three major sects that have lost their pillars all plan to close down their mountains and wait for the appearance of the next Mahayana ancestor.
But before they could take any actual action, Changli had already come to pay homage to the mountain: