"No way!" The boy shook his head like a rattle: "if you leave, you will not come back!"
Jiang Cen said with a smile: "we practitioners, regardless of good and evil, are usually more concerned with the word" faith ". Jiang also has his word. He said he would come back, and he will come back. "
"Still not!" The painting boy said, "besides you, there was a man who had intruded here before. He promised to help me leave, but after he left, there was no news from him."
Jiang Cen repeatedly persuades, but the painter is very stubborn and refuses to believe his promise.
Not long later, Gu LAN and several other people came here, and other friars also received the communication and came here one after another.
Jiang Cen recounts his dialogue with the painting boy. Gu LAN learns of it and tries to persuade him.
"Sister LAN, why do you all want to leave? Isn't it good here? You have said that here is a beautiful place, full of spirit, far away from disputes, is actually a pure paradise, paradise! Why do you follow this man when he comes? "
Gu LAN sighed: "although it's good here, it's really lonely. But there is no limit to the outside world. Stay here, like a picture of the scene, like a day all year round, see no change. After leaving, there may be disputes and disturbances, disasters and diseases, and the future is uncertain. But it is because of the unexpected that there will be unlimited possibilities and unlimited future. "
Jiang Cen, who repeatedly fell into the cycle of time, felt deeply about this. He echoed: "yes, if a person has no future, it's more terrible than death!"
"I don't care. I won't let you go!" The painting child sits on the ground, crying like a mortal child.
Jiang Cen was a little surprised. Maybe this painting boy was really childlike because he had never been in contact with the complicated world of cultivating immortals.
He was about to find a way to dissuade him, when the painting boy suddenly jumped up and quickly rolled up the clean earth map on the wall.
"What are you doing?" Jiang Cen was so anxious that he wanted to stop it. The painting boy clapped his hands like a magic trick. The painting turned into a little light and disappeared.
"Ha ha ha!" The painter laughed: "I hide the painting. If you can't find it, you can't leave!"
Jiang Cen was so surprised that he couldn't see through the way the painter used to make the painting invisible!
The friars immediately surrounded the painters in the middle, with gloomy faces.
Gu LAN quickly advised: "brother Huatong, don't make a fool of yourself! Hand in the picture quickly
"You have your own skills After that, the painter's body flashed. His body turned into a little spiritual light and disappeared out of thin air. The next moment, it suddenly appeared on the heads of the monks.
All the friars were shocked. This little painting boy is really extraordinary in strength. He is not the cultivation of the golden elixir. His miraculous body skills are beyond the reach of the friars of the Danqi period.
Jiang Cen frowned and said, "I'm here to catch this kid. Please go around and look for paintings!"
"This painting is the noumenon of this space. It should still be in this space at this time, but it may be transformed into other forms. For example, if you want to turn it into a pair of rock carvings or hide it in the texture of rocks and trees, you must carefully look for it. "
After that, Jiang Cen's figure flashed and rushed to the painting boy. The
boy was ready to rush away. He collapsed like a bubble and suddenly appeared on the mountain peak in the next moment.
Jiang Cen noticed that when the painting boy moved instantaneously, there was no residual spatial fluctuation around him. From this we can see that the magic power of painting children's blink is not the power of space shuttle.
This son is the body of the painting spirit, in this painting space, there must be some incredible powers.
"No matter how fast you fly, you can't catch me!" The painting boy yelled in the distance, both proud and naughty.
Jiang Cen's heart suddenly inspired Hunyuan Yi, and his wings on his back suddenly appeared. The next moment, Jiang Cen also suddenly appeared beside the painting boy.
The painting boy didn't expect that Jiang Cen also had the power of teleportation. He was startled and gave out a exclamation of "ah".
At this time, Jiang Cen had caught him with one hand, and there was an invisible force under his hand, as if it was too strong for a high-level monk to move.
It is reasonable to say that such a sudden move is so close that even a monk in the spirit world can hardly escape from the bondage. However, when Jiang Cen's palm power just covered the painting boy, it just disappeared like smoke!
The power turns into invisibility, and the painter is able to dodge with a flash, which makes Jiang Cen fail.
"Scared the hell out of me!" The painting boy spits out his tongue mischievously, and then moves dozens of miles away!
Jiang Cen was astonished. With his rich experience of traveling all over the world, he couldn't understand what kind of technique the painter boy used to dissolve his potential!
Jiang Cen sacrificed his sword of awakening. His body flashed and moved to the painter's back again. At the same time, he stabbed his sword straight in his hand. The fierce force of the sword surged out and covered the painter and his surrounding area in an instant!
"Don't hurt him!" Gu LAN saw this scene from a distance and cried out anxiously. Of course, her cry is of no help. When her voice arrives, this move will surely win or lose.
Jiang Cen didn't want to hurt the painting boy, but he had enough confidence in his sword technique. He could send and receive the sword Qi freely. He was afraid that if he found that the painting boy didn't support him, he could disperse all the sword Qi in an instant!However, when these majestic sword Qi stabbed at the painting boy, they also disappeared like smoke. Jiang Cen's sword Qi has stamina. One sword Qi is blocked, and more sword Qi is cut continuously, but the follow-up sword Qi also disappears out of thin air!
Jiang Cen's face changed slightly. The other side not only easily resolved his sword Qi, but also couldn't see the reason for his defense tactics!
"Don't fight!" The old soul suddenly said, "I see that he is the son of Wei Mian. Even if you put out another hundred swords, you won't hurt him a hair!"
"The son of plane?" Jiang Cen was stunned and put away his sword Qi.
Soul old explained: "this son is the body of painting spirit, and the space here is also the space in the painting. Therefore, this son's space here is one."
"In short, the whole pure earth world is actually a part of the painter's noumenon, and the power of the law contained in the whole plane is actually in the painter's Noumenon!"
"Your current cultivation strength is far from beyond the law of heaven and earth, so you can never hurt the painter. As long as he thinks about it, all your offensives will immediately become invisible! "
"The painter boy is the son of the plane of this space. As long as he is limited in this space, no one can be his opponent, because all the Taoist Dharma contained in the whole plane belongs to the son of the plane! If you are against him, you are against the whole plane! If you want to defeat him, you must be able to break free from the bondage of the whole plane. "
If they could break free from the shackles of the whole plane of the pure earth, Jiang Cen and others would have been able to shuttle away long ago. Why do they have to do anything with the painting boy! According to the old soul, if you can't earn the bondage of the plane, you can't defeat the son of the plane!
Jiang Cen was shocked and murmured: "so, as long as it is in the pure soil, it is impossible to defeat this son?"
"Not bad!" The old soul said, "there's no chance of winning in a fierce fight! But this son is not yet mature, and his mind is still young. Maybe he can outwit him! "
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