Chapter 828 Picture-in-Picture
On the long mountain path that was sunk in early mist, a slender figure came up from under the pavilion.
On both sides of the stone steps she passed, flowers were blooming, and the fragrance wafted in the mountains every time.
The woman walked straight towards the imperceptible white pavilion, saw the painter in the pavilion, and couldn't help laughing: "When I stepped into the lost city of flowers, I felt something was wrong, even though the multiple fragrances mixed with the smell of soil It is difficult for ordinary people to distinguish, but there is nothing in the smell that can escape me, it is the smell of ink."
The God of Fragrance walked to the White Pavilion, and stared at the woman who played tricks on thousands of ascetic monks and ten gods.
The woman was wearing a veil, with a slim and graceful figure, and the appearance of holding a paintbrush was even more glamorous and charming. Even if she didn't need to see her real face, she could feel that peerless posture that eclipsed all the surrounding scenery.
There was something strange in Xiangshen's heart.
She thought that her charm was incomparable, but she lost her mind for a while, as if she was also attracted by this quiet, indifferent and mysterious woman...
"Your tricks have been seen through by me. For the sake of being a beauty, I can allow you to confess your crime!" Xiangshen smiled, and swept away the strange feeling in his heart. She looked at this beautiful beauty with a sense of scrutiny.
Beauty Yansha stood there, turning around slowly, she also looked at Xiangshen, but she was still painting with one hand in front of her, and there was no ink on her brush, but her gentle strokes, stroke after stroke, But it seemed that the Lost City of Flowers, which was melting in the sunlight, had undergone some terrible changes!
"I have persuaded you, it is best to put down the pen in your hand." Xiangshen's tone became a little more serious.
Lady Yansha didn't respond, and continued to paint in the scene.
Xiangshen subconsciously glanced at the deserted city in the distance, only to find a huge monster appeared in the center of the deserted city. The body is inserted into the ground like a plant's rhizome, and when twisting, you can see the ground undulating!
The vines criss-crossed like wild dragons that stretched across the city, and the city of flower formations suddenly came alive, and all the faded bright colors turned into a part of the flower dragon, and the body of the flower god dragon stood taller and taller, Comparable to the heavenly tree, countless dragon and python branches and tendrils are in the shape of stars, stretching towards the sky in a posture that covers the sky and the sun, and the city outside the city is also covered for a while...
It is even spreading towards the entire God City! ! !
Seeing this shocking scene, Xiangshen couldn't believe it.
The huge flower city is just a painting in the hands of Yansha girl. This is quite a shocking thing. What makes Xiangshen even more incomprehensible is that this artist seems to be able to paint directly in reality. The savage flower dragon flying wantonly is exactly the stroke she just made!
"Take her down!" Xiangshen realized something was wrong and hurriedly issued an order.
At the early fog on the mountain steps, three arhats appeared, they rushed up quickly, and stood in three positions of the white pavilion with Shunbu.
Their expressions are dignified and their eyes are sharp.
One of them pointed out that Arhat made the first move, his fingertips flew out like a sword, turned into a terrifying penetrating force, and flew towards the neck of the woman in Yansha.
The other two arhats also shot at the same time. They displayed their fists and palms respectively. It can be seen that the fist prints larger than the mountains were pressed down, and the palm prints wider than the city were pushed out.
The girl Yansha stood in the pavilion, still not responding to the attack of the three Arhats.
Aoyama directly shattered,
If the power of Shenmingzi is not controlled, it will even sweep towards the gods. Fortunately, in the realm of gods, the strength can be controlled, and the spread of energy can also be controlled.
The mountain was shattered, but the white pavilion was not damaged at all. It stood upright in the ashes that did not exist on the mountain, and the Yansha woman inside was even more unscathed.
"How is it possible?" Xiangshen asked in amazement.
The three Arhats were also stunned by the sight in front of them.
How could the strength of the three of them not be a threat at all, even if they were god generals or god masters, they would definitely respond to such an attack. Why does it feel like this woman doesn't exist...
The three arhats continued to attack, and all kinds of supernatural powers were displayed. This area seemed to have fallen into an abyss in an instant, and even the sun could not shine in. Everything around was annihilated and sunk because of these supernatural powers.
The white pavilion is still hanging there quietly, as if separated from another world, people can only see it, but never touch it, and the woman in the pavilion is still painting there, she gently The pen erased all the supernatural powers of the three arhats, and with another casual stroke, she actually drew out the green mountain that had just been shattered, and then she tapped heavily, dotting the eyes of the peerless flower dragon... …
"Aww!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
The flower god dragon standing in the capital of the gods seems to have untied all the shackles and seals. Its dragon power swept wildly, the sky and the earth dimmed instantly, and the scorching sun disappeared.
The wild flower dragon raised its paw, and slapped heavily towards a person in the center of the city.
That person was Shengshou Huachong, and the red-eyed Arhat next to him was one of the most powerful Arhats, but he didn't know how to deal with this unbelievable scene!
Shengshou Huachong has been shot flying three times in a row. He vomited blood, and his bones seemed to be falling apart.
This small flower city hides a deeper mystery. The gods seem to have stepped into a taboo of gods and demons. They are no longer the masters of a world, but more like humble survivors.
The ascetic monk suffered extremely heavy casualties. Three of the six arhats were at the pavilion. The eagle arhat was already seriously injured, and the holy head Huachong also lacked strong protection around him. However, the savage flower dragon that had just recovered in the morning light was like a demon emperor in chaos, crazily trampling on this fragile In the world, the gorgeous Xiashan City, the capital of gods, is being buried underground one by one!
"Stop her quickly!!" Sheng Shouhua shouted loftily.
The voice reached the mountain pavilion, but Xiangshen was at a loss what to do.
She felt that some of her concepts were about to be subverted. A painter can be so superb that he can turn the real world into a barren place. He can draw a world-destroying dragon god to trample the holy head and arhat at will...
And the pavilion in front of her is obviously her painter, but she couldn't destroy it with all her strength, and the painter inside didn't pay attention to her, the fragrance god and the three arhats, and just painted on her own, torturing her. The ascetic monks, holy heads, gods and arhats in the city!
Looking from here, the seriously injured Eagle Arhat did not escape from Huacheng in the end. He was shot into the ground by the tail of the wild flower dragon, turning into a pool of blurred flesh and blood.
How to make her stop? ?
Xiangshen even felt that if she didn't let her stop, all the gods who came to encircle and suppress the murderer would die this time! !
The three arhats were already out of breath. They had never encountered such an absolute realm. The small pavilion was like a palace of holy immortals. The power of their little gods couldn't even leave a trace on it.
Few of the ascetic monks were slaughtered, and the female painting god in the pavilion was still ravaging everything, and half of the huge god was destroyed.
Xiangshen's face was full of fear, all this was beyond her cognition, she even wanted to turn around and escape from here.
But at this moment, a beam of peaceful light flew like a bird from the direction of Shendu. It was very fast, and it landed on the white pavilion in a short time.
The God of Fragrance looks at this holy and brilliant light, and there is a woman in the light, wearing a sari and a peacock crown veil. The dark world has morning light because of her, and the morning light follows her divine light every time. Sprinkle to this piece of horrible area.
"Xuan Ge!" Xiangshen's face brightened, and his eyes were full of joy.
God Xuan Ge was bathed in radiance, and his divine light scattered the sunlight into this chaotic area, and once again dissolved the surrounding green hills, surrounding ruins, and even began to dissolve the pavilion that the three Arhats could not break.
In the pavilion, the woman is still painting, but her brush has no color ink again.
She turned her head sideways, her hair hanging softly next to her delicate cheeks, the thin veil could not cover her suffocating beauty, she looked at God Xuan Ge, a ball of holy light popped out from the fingers of God Xuan Ge, The light flew towards the pavilion, and the pavilion began to melt!
"Damn it! She must be destroyed forever, this painter and witch, despise the divine right!!" The three arhats became angry with embarrassment.
In fact, they were relieved when they saw the God of Xuan Ge coming. After all, they exhausted all their strength and didn't even smash his studio.
However, God Xuan Ge stretched out a hand at this time, signaling the three Arhats not to move forward.
The three Arhats were puzzled.
For a painter like this, once she breaks her painting environment, she should not have anything to fear. In terms of pure force, they should be better.
The God of Xiang approached the God of Xuan Ge, and only Xuan Ge could give her a sense of security at this time.
Xiangshen looked at the dissolved pavilion, and found that the pavilion was like ink soaked in water, gradually disintegrating and dissolving bit by bit...
What makes Xiangshen even more unbelievable is that the woman in the pavilion also began to dissipate like smoke and ink. She is obviously a living flesh and blood, and she is obviously playing with everyone in her palm...
And yet she... she... is also a painting.
Lifelike paintings.
"Picture-in-picture!!" Finally, Xiangshen suddenly came to his senses.
A picture that made my soul tremble uncontrollably was outlined in Xiangshen's mind:
A god of painting, she sits quietly somewhere in the capital of the gods, she spreads out the scroll, and draws a woman painting in a mountain pavilion on it, and a hanging painting hangs in front of the painting woman, in the hanging painting is An ancient city full of flowers and branches...
People in pictures, people in pictures, pictures in pictures.
The shocking world in front of me is also the painting environment of others. I am in it, thinking that I have seen through the painting environment of the woman, but I don’t know that I am still in the painting of others!