Chapter 266: The True God in the Painting Cannot Be Invited

But Jin Nineteenth Young Master could no longer answer any of his questions!

The Jin family's Nineteenth Young Master fell in front of the longevity coffin, his body already limp, dark red blood flowing on the ground, gathering into a pool of blood in the depression. He sat with his legs apart, leaning weakly against the longevity coffin, with a long sword nailed to his chest.

Jin Wuwang opened his mouth and closed it, like a carp that had left the water. Every time he opened his mouth, a stream of blood surged from the corner of his mouth, staining his chest red.

Senior Liang and the big man, who had their magic power prohibited by the Jin family's secret transmission "Reverse Feather Falling Clouds," struggled to climb up from the ground, looking at Jin Wuwang nailed to the ground by the long sword with pale faces, and were even more shocked by the little monster who was still stepping on the coffin lid of the Core Formation old monster and painting.

This little thing the size of a thumb, with a weak and inconspicuous appearance...

When the two found it, they were only happy to encounter such a rare spirit monster, and never thought that this thing the size of a thumb could have any threat. And after the Jin family's old monster pointed out the identity of this little thing, they were only shocked by its godhood. From beginning to end, even in the most desperate times, they never thought that this scene would happen.

The bearded sword guest painted by Er Dao Shen's waving brush was just a character from the painting, manifesting with a bit of spirit with the help of Er Dao Shen's divine power.

But Jin Wuwang had no power to fight back under this person's sword from beginning to end.

This "god" invited was truly not much harder to kill than killing a chicken, even if it was just a painting. Although it was just a painting, both of them knew in their hearts that, not counting the old monster in the coffin, even if everyone present joined forces, they would not be the opponent of this painting.

The bearded sword guest had already laughed and dissipated.

And now, the old monster in the coffin was still roaring wildly, shouting angrily: "Jin Nineteenth? Jin Wuwang!"

On the coffin, the third god had already manifested completely! That green lion carefully sat on a corner of the coffin with its half butt. The six-tusked white elephant and the green lion sat together. The huge six-tusked white elephant occupied two-thirds of the width of the coffin board, leaving the place for the green lion, whose four feet had to be closed, and its back had to be arched.

The Bodhisattva on the green lion was as stable as Mount Tai, pressing on the coffin lid, revealing a kind smile.

He held a Vajra treasure sword in his hand, bowed slightly to the Bodhisattva holding the Xuanhuang Ruyi next to him, greeting him, and looked at the ghost king who was binding the coffin with an iron hook, nodding to each other, considering it an acquaintance.

At this time, Er Dao Shen was already painting the third Bodhisattva!

This Bodhisattva held a banner, followed by a strange beast with a single horn like a unicorn, but somewhat like a dog. The strange beast pressed its ear against the coffin lid, listening to something, and occasionally barked in a low voice.

The old monster of the Jin family in the coffin struggled frantically. The giant coffin, six feet wide and two zhang long, vibrated violently. The four Western Kunlun slaves carrying the coffin were shaken, struggled, went berserk, and fluttered frantically on their shoulders, almost unable to stand firm.

They leaned to the left for a while, and leaned to the right for a while.

They tried their best to stand firm, and their whole bodies were trembling with the vibration of the coffin they were carrying. It was only the professional team invited by the old monster of the Jin family from the overseas sea country, who were proficient in carrying coffins and funerals, that could not be thrown off by the coffin they were carrying on their shoulders in such crazy corpse-changing.

"The coffin... hurry, can't... hold it!" the first Western Kunlun slave carrying the coffin said in a strange tone: "We... in the overseas... ghost country, have carried... several fierce coffins... never seen... such a fierce one!"

The second Western Kunlun slave put his hands together and recited scriptures to the three Bodhisattvas sitting on the coffin lid in a low voice.

After struggling for a long time, he felt that the suppression force on the coffin lid was getting stronger and stronger, and even the old monster of the Jin family, who could no longer be shaken, finally restrained his aura and said gloomily in the coffin: "I don't know which expert is playing with Jin like this. This time, Jin admits defeat! I still have to ask for a face from you... This innate deity, I dare not compete with you, please let me and Nineteenth Young Master leave!"

Er Dao Shen on the coffin lid, where would it care what the person in the coffin said again?

In these few silent breaths, it had already painted the fourth Bodhisattva, stepping on a lotus flower, holding a jade bottle, standing in the center of the coffin lid, with a compassionate appearance, suppressing the demonic energy in the coffin like a Guanyin suppressing the sea.

The body of Jin Nineteenth, who had already lost his breath, was already gradually cold, and the two rogue cultivators lying in front were even more terrified by this scene!

The four Western Kunlun slaves were originally some strange witches. When the old monster in the coffin struggled, he didn't know what means he used. There were countless screams and wails of men, women, children, and monsters in a coffin, shaking and struggling, not at all like a corpse trapped in a person, but like hiding a hell.

This coffin was enough to make the two rogue cultivators feel fear, inexplicable ominousness, and weirdness.

But above that hell, in the dimness of the deep cave, four Bodhisattvas riding divine beasts and lotus flowers, holding magic artifacts of various colors, sat on the coffin board side by side with a ghost king, filling the front half of the coffin lid.

This scene made people feel cold in their hearts.

Liang Lao couldn't recognize the origin of that ghost king, and could only feel that it was definitely a ghost king who was extremely powerful, comparable to the two ghost emperors of Black Mountain and Yin Mountain worshipped by the overseas ghost country. And those four Bodhisattvas were the famous great beings of the Buddhist sect.

That is a Great Bodhisattva whom any Buddhist disciple must prostrate before upon seeing!

Four Bodhisattvas sitting on the coffin lid had a feeling that was both sacred and weird.

After a long silence, Er Dao Shen painted another middle-aged Daoist with a sword on his back and a humorous face, and an old man leading a white deer, with white eyebrows drooping on his chest and a high forehead. The coffin lid was crowded with immortals, gods, Buddhas, and ghosts, like seven divine mountains, pressing so hard that even the ghost king below couldn't breathe.

If it were really a Yin spirit, even if it had cultivated the Yin Spirit fruit position at this time, it would not be able to move half a point.

But the Jin family old monster finally left a breath, protected by a physical body, and the suppression ability of the Divine Path was weakened a lot.

Life—is the most precious thing in the world.

My life is up to me, not heaven!

If there is no life, you have to be at the mercy of ghosts and gods...

Therefore, living people with life, even if they have just swallowed a Core Formation pill, can wrestle with the underworld and the Heavenly Court of the Heavenly Realm, and fight for their own destiny. Dead people without life, even if they are Yang Spirit cultivators, great cultivators who have stepped into longevity with one foot, without life, can only be at the mercy of the Divine Path.

Therefore, among the five immortals, the ghost immortal is the lowest. Among the six paths, the ghost path is the cheapest!

In the coffin, the old monster of the Jin family let out a roar squeezed from his teeth, like an old wolf forced to a dead end, with a coldness that wanted to choose people and devour them: "Good, very good! Since you don't want to give Jin family this face, I am not reluctant to give up this breath!"

"Bang!"

A loud noise came from the coffin, as if someone was slapping the bottom of the coffin!

The sound of nails scratching the bottom of the coffin made a penetrating "squeak" sound! The scratching sound was not a human nail, but a bit like the sound of a beast's claws scratching.

There were also roars like monsters coming from inside, and the Western Kunlun slaves carrying the coffin were already trembling, and even wanted to put down the coffin and flee.

Er Dao Shen on the coffin lid tilted its little head, not knowing why, and made a babbling sound.

It tilted its head, looked at the high-ranking Confucian scholar who had already been painted, and shouted at the Western Kunlun slave carrying the coffin in front with doubt.

The leading old Western Kunlun slave trembled: "God... God... inside... the corpse, I'm afraid... is going to... become a demon!"

The treasure coffin made of thousand-year Yellow Spring Yin-Sinking Wood was extremely tough in its half-stone and half-wood texture, but even so, the coffin made a sound of wood breaking and wood tearing in the penetrating squeaking sound. Er Dao Shen turned to the bottom of the coffin, looked at this blank space, and suddenly realized.

It picked up the brush and started waving it at the bottom of the coffin.

It painted the shadow of a young Daoist.

The Daoist looked like a slender and weak young figure, with wide sleeves and Daoist robes fluttering, the clothes belt like the wind, but the faint ink that spread formed a faint three-headed and eight-armed god and demon behind this thick ink figure.

This young Daoist's figure had only just painted an outline. The coffin shook violently, suddenly lifted the coffin and rose, flipped in mid-air, the coffin lid downward, the coffin bottom upward, turned over, and was about to smash on the ground.

At this time, four Bodhisattvas, two Daoists, one ghost king, and one Confucian scholar simultaneously reached out and steadily supported the coffin.

In the eyes of mortals who have no Dharma eyes and cannot see divine light, it is like the coffin suspended in mid-air.

Crack!

A sound of wood cracking, a twisted ghost claw like a tree root suddenly tore open the bottom of the coffin, and a hand was inserted out. The blood-red nails were like arrows, and the blue-purple withered skin was stuck on the joints, which was extremely weird. A thin iron chain was entangled between its five fingers, seemingly binding, and seemingly a powerful magic artifact that could pull people in front of that thing.

The two rogue cultivators who were prohibited and still lying on the ground both shivered, feeling a suffocating breath rushing toward their faces.

"A Core Formation old monster whose lifespan is about to end, became a demon!"

Liang Lao trembled for it.

The big man was even more desperate: "He must have made preparations first. If he can't become a god, he will become a demon! He used his last breath to become a half-demon... Now the god invited is already unable to suppress it... We will all die here today."

"This little thing can escape... we can't escape!"

The big man said desperately: "Hu Xiaoxiao, you bitch, you used my brother to cushion your back and escaped for so long, why don't you come over and help now?"

The charming woman's voice came from the shadows: "The array that blocks the cave entrance is tied to the coffin, and it is about to collapse together! By then, I will be too late to run, so how can I take care of you two burdens?"

Er Dao Shen was not busy at all—no one (spreads palms) knows (scratches) better than me (orchid fingers)... demons!

I still have gods to invite.

On the bottom of the coffin, it hadn't been finished yet, and only the ink of a back outline suddenly flowed. The figure rendered by the ink slowly turned back, but it was a young Daoist with clear eyebrows and eyes, and the eight-armed god and demon behind him gradually deepened, the ink slowly thickened, becoming a mass of darkness that couldn't be seen clearly, while the young Daoist's figure gradually became light and clear.

His figure gradually became clear, slowly turned around, and walked down the coffin like this.

Qian Chen borrowed the painting to manifest his form, moved from the Thunder Sea to this magnetic peak, the ink at the bottom of the coffin dissipated, and was replaced by Qian Chen himself sitting on it. Er Dao Shen flew to his shoulder, gesticulating, babbling and shouting, pointing at the coffin and complaining about something.

Qian Chen nodded slightly upon hearing this, reached out and flicked a point of electric light, shocking the paralyzed two people to tremble all over, but the golden electric light also dissolved the Gang Qi in their bodies, breaking their prohibitions like a broken bamboo. The two rogue cultivators hurriedly stood up, bowed to Qian Chen and said: "Thank you, Senior, for your help!"

A charming woman also walked out of the shadows, bowed to the ground and said: "Hu family woman Xiaoxiao, see Senior!" ===== CHAPTER 267 =====

Immediately after, a heart-wrenching scream from the old monster of the Jin family came from inside the coffin.

This scream made the three rogue cultivators tremble all over, and it was soon abruptly cut off.

Suddenly, the coffin became as quiet as a real coffin, deathly silent. The hole torn open by the demonic claws was deep and profound, and the darkness inside could not be dispelled. To the three of them, it felt even more eerie than the coffin that had been constantly shaking when the corpse was faking a resurrection.

The two rogue cultivators on the ground were bewildered. The burly man leaned toward Elder Liang and whispered, "Which god was invited this time? Why is the divine body so clear, without any sense of being ethereal, just like a real person descending?"

Elder Liang said with a slight tremor, "That doesn't seem to be... a god!"

Qian Chen jumped down from the coffin, patted it casually to straighten it, and pressed it to the ground.

He sat back down on the head of the coffin in a carefree manner. The four Western Kunlun slaves stood by his side with great awareness, looking like four guards or sedan chair bearers, obedient and docile. The Ear-Dao God stood on Qian Chen's shoulder, hopping and skipping to his ear, whispering things they couldn't understand.

Qian Chen nodded slightly upon hearing this, reached out and flicked a point of electric light, which made the two collapsed men tremble violently all over. But that golden electric glow also dissolved the gang qi within their bodies, breaking the seals on their bodies like a hot knife through butter. The two rogue cultivators hurriedly stood up and bowed to Qian Chen, saying, "Many thanks to the senior for your help!"

A charming woman also walked out from the shadows, prostrated herself on the ground, and said, "Xiao Xiao of the Hu family, greetings to the senior!"