Conquer the world with beauty [Transmigration Book]

Ah Meng hugged Jiang Xiaozhou.

If she was an ordinary woman, this must be a warm and soft hug, a gesture full of nostalgia.However, her hands sank deeply into Jiang Xiaozhou's flesh, and he could even hear the sound of his own bones being crushed. The body in the Nascent Soul Stage had no power to resist under the strength of the Fusion Stage.Jiang Xiaozhou was strangled and raised his head high, his eyes darkened for a while.

will die--

"Xiaozhou!" Bailifeng got up resolutely, quickly formed a formula with her fingers, and said in her mouth anxiously: "All things are burnt! The soul is cultivated and separated!..."

Minghuo was blooming beside him, like a lotus flower just blooming. He had tried his best to rush forward, but he could only watch Jiang Xiaozhou's breath weaken.

"No!!" Bailifeng screamed, and then he saw Jiang Xiaozhou turned his head and gave him a gentle look.

【Walk--】

Lianxinhuo suddenly exploded behind Jiang Xiaozhou.

"The barrier has been opened!" Su Yan shouted in surprise, she looked up at Jiang Xiaozhou, his figure was gradually engulfed in the flames.

Lianxinhuo has the effect of devouring all spiritual energy, but it takes time to open the barrier.

"Never forget life! Ignorance-!" Bailifeng turned a deaf ear and rushed towards Ameng. There was no way he would watch Jiang Xiaozhou leave him for the second time!

Su Yan's scalp tightened, and she reacted subconsciously. She held the Destiny Sword in her hand, twisted her body hard, and then threw the Destiny Sword suddenly!

"—Let me go!"

The Destiny Sword flashed white light across the space, and rushed towards Ameng like lightning. The sword was faster than people. Before Bai Lifeng arrived, the Destiny Sword was already pointing at Ameng's eyebrows.

boom!

Ah Meng stretched out his hand and grabbed the Destiny Sword. There was a piercing sonic boom in the air, and the Destiny Sword struggled desperately, but it was powerless, and the flickering light gradually dimmed.

Su Yan activated the Destiny Sword with spiritual energy, she only felt as if she was facing the eternal cold winter, which was biting and deadly.

The enchantment is slowly being repaired, and the lotus heart fire behind Jiang Xiaozhou is getting less and less, his eyes are closed tightly, and he has already passed out.

"Ignorance karma fire!"

Bailifeng finally arrived, and the bright inscription fire was burning, and she threw herself on Ameng's body.

Ah Meng hugged Jiang Xiaozhou tightly, buried her head on his shoulder, and rubbed against him affectionately.

At the same time, the long black hair on her back grew like countless poisonous snakes, swallowing the fire in one gulp!

The huge gap between the Nascent Soul Stage and the Fusion Body Stage lay before Bailifeng like an abyss.

Bailifeng's eyes were red, and the spiritual energy in her body was burning violently, and she rushed towards Ah Meng.

Su Yan's eyelids twitched, and he broke out in a cold sweat.Self-detonation of the Nascent Soul is the last resort of every Nascent Soul stage. However, when the body is destroyed, there is still a day of rebirth, and the Nascent Soul will be completely annihilated in the world when it is exploded.

She ran over in a hurry, bumped into Bai Lifeng, and said sharply: "Don't be impulsive!"

Bai Lifeng looked at her angrily: "Get out of the way!"

Su Yan desperately suppressed his aura, she had time to touch the barrier, the barrier that was opened by Jiang Xiaozhou just now was completely closed, and Jiang Xiaozhou was also unconscious, she and Bailifeng were still there Entangled here.

What kind of combination is this that pulls each other's legs back!

"You calm down!"

"roll!"

"Introduction to Destiny, lock—!"

"Everything—"

"Calm down."

A helpless voice rang in their ears.

Suyan and Bailifeng looked up, and behind Ah Meng, a man appeared at some point.

He is quite good-looking, with a white face and no beard, his facial features have a sense of being blown through the treetops by the wind, and there are a few fine lines on his face, which add to his peaceful charm.It is worth noting that he is wearing a gray robe, holding a pen in his hand, and carrying a scroll on his back.

Ah Meng, however, seemed to have encountered a natural enemy, her body trembled, she screamed, and her long black hair covered the sky and attacked the man.

The man waved the pen in his hand and drew a circle.

The black circle flew towards Ah Meng, Ah Meng fled in a hurry, and even left the unconscious Jiang Xiaozhou behind, but no matter how fast she was, she was caught up by the slow-moving ink circle, amidst Ah Meng's unwilling wailing , the circle trapped her, shrinking and tightening until the news.

Su Yan stared blankly at the black circle, her eyes wide open, "It's gone?"

The dead soul who drove the three of them to nowhere, just disappeared?

This man - the strength is above the fit period!

Bai Lifeng went to catch Jiang Xiaozhou immediately, and then checked his condition. Fortunately, although his breath was weak, he was still alive.

"You little friends, why do you dare to provoke anything?" The middle-aged man took back his pen and glanced at the people lying on the ground. Jiang Xiaozhou and Li Chungeng were unconscious, and Su Yan had just fought with Bailifeng. All in all, miserable.

Su Yan pressed her hair, barely maintained the posture of the most beautiful woman in the world, and asked respectfully: "Thank you for the rescue, senior, dare to ask who is senior?"

The monks whose strength is above the fusion stage are all well-known figures in the Qianyuan Continent. She travels around all the year round, but she has never heard of a middle-aged monk with a brush.

"You are Suyan, right?" The middle-aged man smiled slightly: "I am a friend of your master Wu Laocuo, you can call me a painter."

painter...

Su Yan recalled the information about the name, while the painter over there took out the scroll on his back, unfolded it slowly, and said, "This Danxiu, I'm afraid he will have to rest for a while, you can come in with me first."

After the scroll was unfolded, it was as tall as an adult, the artist stepped into the scroll, Suyan and Bailifeng looked at each other, and Bailifeng dragged Jiang Xiaozhou in first.

Su Yan sighed, and resigned himself to dragging Li Chungeng.

After stepping into the picture scroll, they were placed in a stone house.

The painter put away the scroll, and then helped Bailifeng place Jiang Xiaozhou on the stone bed.

Su Yan looked at the stone house quietly, the space here is not small, it is almost as big as the courtyard of Master's, but it is very crowded, whether it is on the ground, on the wall or on the table, there are full of scrolls.

These scrolls depict very beautiful beauties, some are coquettish, some are cold and arrogant, some are gentle, each has its own merits, but they are all extremely beautiful, so beautiful that people are jaw-dropping.

And on the wall directly opposite, hung a particularly eye-catching portrait.

The painting above is also a woman, with black hair like ink and white clothes like clouds, but she is not very outstanding, especially compared with the beauties on the surrounding scrolls, she looks almost eclipsed.However, the more Su Yan looked at it, the more he couldn't move his eyes away. The woman in the picture scroll had a calm face, but revealed a kind of soul-stirring beauty.

The painter walked over slowly, casually piled up those pictures of beauties, and stretched out his hand to caress the woman in the portrait.

He murmured, "Is she beautiful?"

Su Yan sighed sincerely: "It's beautiful."

The painter smiled and said, "She is my Taoist companion, and everyone calls her Ameng."

"Ameng?" Su Yan faintly felt that the name was somewhat familiar.

He paused, then asked again: "I wonder if you have heard of Nanshan Dream?"

"Nanshan Dream...does it mean the kind of spirit tea produced in Nanshan Peak?" Bailifeng said, "It is rumored that 2 years ago, a fairy landed in Nanshan. But when you look at it, it's like a green wave coming out of a flower. Some emperors in the world saw her in a dream, so they abdicated and gave way to virtuous people. They lived in Nanshan for a long time, planting flowers and tea, but they couldn't ask for it."

Bailifeng, like Jun Congli, is a second-generation cultivator raised with spirit stones and treasures from heaven and earth, so he is naturally very fond of such priceless things.

"The rumored emperor in the world saw Ameng, my Taoist companion." The painter looked at Suyan's white clothes and said with a smile: "However, everyone has rumored that Ameng must be the king of the world. Actually, Ah Meng is just an ordinary girl."

Su Yan blinked, 2 years ago, this is a senior from 2 years ago.

"I used to be a painter who aspired to paint beauties all over the world. Although the mountains and rivers are beautiful, they are scheming. Although the flowers and birds are beautiful, they are ruthless.

The painter sat down, recalled the past, and said slowly: "Ameng and I are childhood sweethearts and grew up together. I love beauties, but she is not stunning. After that, I finally decided to leave her and want to collect portraits of beauties all over the world. She said that there is the most beautiful in the world but she doesn't cherish it, saying that I am not a real painter."

"I didn't understand it at the time, so I insisted on leaving. I met many beauties as I wished, and painted many paintings, each of which was stunning, but I became more and more dissatisfied."

"Those beauties are like rouge and red powder in this world. Beauty is beautiful, but they don't have... souls."

"I was getting more and more painful. I remembered what Ah Meng said to me, and I was going to go back to see her, but she had disappeared."

"The last time I heard about her disappearance was the rumored Nanshan Dream. I rushed to Nanshan Peak, but only saw Wu Laocuo there."

Su Yan never expected her master to appear in this story, she asked curiously: "Why is my master there?"

"Because he is the emperor in the world." The painter said surprisingly: "He told me that Ah Meng is dead, and she has been waiting for me until she dies."

"Master, he...?" Su Yan was extremely surprised.

Bailifeng clicked her tongue: "It doesn't look like it."

The artist glanced at them with a half-smile, and continued, "Since then, I have devoted myself to painting what Ah Meng looked like before he was alive."

He casually picked up a painting at his feet, on it was a smiling beauty in green clothes, even Su Yan couldn't help but be moved for a moment when he saw it.

But the painter stretched out his finger, and lightly swipe across the middle, the scroll was divided into two and split open.

"Alas..." Su Yan leaned forward and exclaimed involuntarily, watching with regret that the portrait was destroyed.

The painter smiled indifferently, and said, "The beauty is not in the skin or bones, but in the soul. I have painted so many beauties, but I can't even paint a trace of the charm of Ah Meng."

He looked around and saw the fiery souls of the young people in front of him, and sighed a little: "Your souls are full of urgent desires, but they are colorful."

Su Yan asked curiously: "What color is my soul?"

The painter replied: "It's a very sharp blue color."

Bailifeng also looked at him curiously.

"Red, a very warm red." The painter didn't hold back, and simply pointed to Li Chungeng and said, "His is green, just like the color of spring buds."

Su Yan asked: "It's all expected, what about Jiang Xiaozhou?"

The painter paused.

"His soul..."

The author has something to say:

Huh, fill in the pit of Nanshan Dream.

Do you guess why Su Yan only wears white clothes.