Chapter 780 Painting Saint
Their nails are slender and extremely sharp, and their mouths reveal sharp fangs. Terrifying and terrifying.
They bent their legs, jumped a few feet high, and rushed towards Wang Tianwen and the others.
The white mist rolled and surged, and from time to time there was a huge roar, and a burst of fire could be vaguely seen.
Two evil cultivators in the foundation-building stage emerged from the ground. They exuded a cold evil aura and looked evil.
There are more than a dozen zombies, two bronze-armored corpses, and the rest are iron-armored corpses.
The iron armored corpse is equivalent to the Qi refining stage, and the bronze armored corpse is equivalent to the foundation building stage.
Wang Tianwen and the others frowned and cast spells to deal with the zombies.
Apparently, they must have been discovered by evil cultivators.
Wang Tianwen didn't think much, he sacrificed a metal ball and turned it into a huge golden armored guard.
As soon as the golden-armored guard appeared, his right foot glowed with yellow light, and he stomped towards the ground. A strong gravity suddenly appeared, and more than a dozen zombies let out a strange roar. It was very difficult for them to move a step.
"I'll stop these evildoers, and you can help fellow Daoist Yang get out of trouble."
As Wang Tianwen spoke, he took out a red jade pen and drew in the void. A red fire sparrow appeared out of thin air, flapped its wings and pounced towards the opposite side.
The two companions sacrificed their magical weapons and attacked the valley.
One after another, red fire sparrows appeared one after another, carrying an astonishing high temperature and rushing towards the opposite side.
Confucian monks usually use the Four Treasures of the Study to attack the enemy, and some Confucian monks use poems and songs.
The red fire sparrows hit the zombies one after another, turning into raging fire and covering the bodies of more than a dozen zombies.
The two evil cultivators in the Foundation Establishment Stage looked at each other, nodded to each other, and each used five three-black bone knives and two black bone swords, slashing at Wang Tianwen menacingly.
As soon as the black bone knife and the black bone sword came ten feet closer to Wang Tianwen, the golden armored guard opened his mouth and sprayed out a large piece of golden light mist, covering the black bone knife and the black bone sword. The black bone knife and the black bone sword were immediately frozen and suspended. In mid-air, motionless.
Wang Tianwen held out a book of poems with red light and began to read the poems on it.
The words on the poetry collection suddenly lit up, and countless red words flew out, turning into dozens of red ropes and flying toward a dozen zombies.
A dozen zombies bared their teeth and roared towards the sky, trying to escape, but they felt as if there was an invisible mountain pressing on them, and they could not move.
The evil cultivators are not rich, otherwise they would not attack the passing business travelers. The defense and attack power of the zombies they refine are still far behind those of the real demon sects.
The red rope tightly wrapped around a dozen zombies, making a muffled "puff" sound, rolling flames wrapped around their bodies, and they made miserable screams.
The iron-armored corpse was burned directly to fly ash, with no residue left, and the armor on the bronze-armored corpse also showed signs of melting.
The two evil cultivators realized something was wrong and wanted to escape. There was a loud noise in the air, and a huge red sword more than ten feet long shot out, aiming directly at the two of them.
They quickly put out a black shield and a small black umbrella to protect them.
Wang Tianwen's eyes turned cold, and with a pinch of magic, the red giant sword glowed brightly, easily breaking through their defenses and piercing their bodies.
The collection of poems that Wang Tianwen sacrificed was a high-grade magic weapon, which was added with the third-level weapon refining material Lihuo Crystal and was extremely powerful.
After killing two evil cultivators, Wang Tianwen pinched the magic formula and circled the red giant sword, slashing towards the valley.
Boom!
There was a loud noise, and the white mist dispersed. The red-robed old man and others escaped, and several rays of light flew high into the sky at extremely fast speeds.
"I want to leave! Leave everything to me."
The old man in red robe opened his mouth, and a short red ruler flew out. One blur turned into ten, ten turned into hundreds, and he slashed at several escaping lights with great momentum.
Several screams rang out, and several evil cultivators were pierced by dense red shadows and fell to the ground.
At this time, the two bronze-armored corpses were also burned to ashes.
Wang Tianwen put away the puppet beasts and magic weapons, strode towards the corpses of the two evil cultivators, searched for their belongings, and put the corpses away.
According to the rules of Wanxian Division, the corpses of evil cultivators can be exchanged for contribution points.
There are five evil cultivators in the Foundation Establishment stage. Their cultivation level is not high. If they were not trapped by the formation, the old man in red robe would have eliminated them long ago.
There is a cave in the valley. There are a large number of corpses piled up in the cave, which is full of evil spirits. There are also a lot of gold and silver jewelry, antiques, calligraphy and paintings, and many poetry and dictionary books.
"Hey, this is the picture of eight horses painted by the painting saint."
The old man in red robe was holding a blue scroll in his hand and looked very excited.
There are eight galloping horses in the painting, which are vivid and signed Lu Xi.
When Wang Tianwen saw the word "Lu Xi", his expression changed and he asked: "Fellow Taoist Yang, isn't the painting sage, Senior Wu? This picture of eight horses is indeed good, but it is signed by Lu Xi."
Wang Tianwen had killed several evil cultivators before and got a folding fan with Lu Xi's name on it.
The old man in red robe smiled and said: "Fellow Daoist Wang, you don't know something. Painting Sage is just a title, not a person. Senior Lu Xilu was a great Confucian more than a thousand years ago. He ranked first among the Eight Wise Men of Meishan. He was good at painting. Painting, the emperor sent people several times to invite Senior Lu to serve as an official, but he never agreed. He lived in seclusion in the mountains and forests, and few people knew of his existence. My ancestor was a student of Senior Lu and studied with him for a period of time. If not, I would have I don’t know the existence of his old man.”
"The leader of the Eight Sages of Meishan? A great scholar? Is he a high-level monk?"
If it was a foundation-building monk, it would be impossible for the Emperor of the Yan Dynasty to send someone to invite him.
The red-robed old man nodded and said: "Senior Lu is a Nascent Soul cultivator and has no children. However, no one knows where he will sit in the Transformation Cave. In recent years, many people have had the idea of Senior Lu sitting in the Transformation Cave. If you don’t find it, I don’t know.”
A young woman in a red dress smiled and said: "Senior Lu is a painting saint. Maybe he painted the location of the Sihua Cave on a certain painting and left it to someone who is destined. After all, he has no descendants."
"That's what it is said. Someone tried it but failed. Among us, Daoyou Wang, Daoyou Li and Daoyou Sun practice Confucianism. This eight-horse picture is given to you."
The old man in red robe said generously that the Eight Horses Picture was just a painting. As far as he knew, before Lu Xi entered the immortal world, he was just a poor scholar in the secular world. There was an error when he tested his spiritual roots, which caused him to die. He only entered the path of immortality when he was more than ten years old. This picture of Eight Horses is obviously an early work of Lu Xi, and it is impossible to hide the location where he sat in the Hua Cave.
Even so, it is the work of the Yuanying monk after all, so it should be kept by the old man in red robe. After returning, he will find someone to repaint a few paintings.
There were a large number of corpses piled up in the cave, and the evil spirit was so strong that if left unchecked, ghosts would probably appear. They set fire to the cave, left the place, and went back to resume their lives.
