In the depths of Elder Ze's eyes, a hint of success flashed.
After capturing Liu Wuxie alive, he quickly escapes from here and finds a place to practice with concentration for a few years. Then he can break through the Immortal Emperor and aspire to the Immortal World.
A good plan.
The sharp claw wind hit him head-on, lifting his robe and making a grinning sound.
Seeing that Liu Wuxie was about to be captured alive by Elder Zhe, the portrait in the air suddenly swept across.
The speed was extremely fast, and in less than one thousandth of an instant, he appeared behind Elder Zhe.
"collapse!"
The portrait stirred up a layer of dust, and Elder Zha flew away.
The strange thing is that the painting saint still hasn't woken up, but the portrait attacks independently.
The sudden scene made Liu Wuxie stunned for a while.
Could it be that what he just said awakened a memory of the painting saint?
Having been sealed away for thousands of years, both the painting saint's thoughts and memories have long been dusty.
After blowing away Elder Zha, the portrait took action again.
This portrait alone is comparable to the pinnacle Immortal Emperor weapon. It contains the will of the Painting Saint, and its attack power can be imagined.
Facing the menacing portrait, Elder Zhe could only dodge and did not dare to take advantage of its edge.
The farther away he got, the more he moved away, which also gave Liu Wuxie a chance to repair his injuries.
As he rotates, the surrounding gas pours into his body like a tide.
The immortal body automatically repairs the injured areas, and the cultivation level has a vague tendency to break through to the peak of the seventh level of the Immortal Lord.
After this battle, the Ancient Yuan Nerve became even more terrifying, with many ancient patterns appearing on it.
Even I have never seen these lines before.
The portrait drawn by Liu Wuxie collided with the soul-binding painting, and the two portraits exploded at the same time, turning into countless dust.
The powerful ripples formed a torrent, lifting Ding Nian and three immortals from the Ghost Master Sect away at the same time.
Everyone stopped fighting, including Yuan Fengshan and the elders of the Ghost Master Sect.
Their eyes all fell on the portrait of the Painting Saint and Elder Ze.
The scene was extremely strange, with the portrait of the painted saint chasing Elder Zha and attacking.
Elder Zhe was extremely aggrieved, and his attack power could not harm the portrait at all.
The painting saint in the portrait was sitting upright, and his body moved again, which was a sign that he was about to wake up completely.
Under the impact of the outside world, a large number of laws rushed into the portrait, accelerating the trend of the painter's awakening.
The painting saint, who was sitting quietly in the portrait, suddenly raised his right hand.
I saw his right hand protruding from the portrait and cutting it across the palm.
By chance, a palm slapped Elder Zhe's body.
"boom!"
Elder Ye received the palm firmly, and his body flew backwards, blood staining the sky red.
A faint will of the Immortal Emperor overflowed from the portrait.
Even a trace of the Immortal Emperor's will is enough to make Elder Zhe's spirit erupt so much that he retreats in fright.
Although he is at the peak of the Immortal Emperor Realm, he is still an insignificant ant in front of the Immortal Emperor.
The palm strike just now reduced his combat effectiveness by 70%, and he no longer had any extra strength to deal with the Painting Saint.
"let's go!"
The Immortal Emperor elder who was fighting Yuan Fengshan felt strongly uneasy.
The painting saint is about to wake up, and if they stay here, there is only one way to die.
They were about to succeed, but Liu Wuxie ruined their good deeds.
If it weren't for Liu Wuxie's painting, he could have killed the Painting Saint with his soul-binding painting.
In the final analysis, Liu Wuxie is the culprit.
If it weren't for him, the Ghost Master Sect would have wiped out the Painting Saint long ago.
Elder Ye and the Immortal Emperor elder quickly flew away, intending to escape from the Abyss of Imprisoned Spirits.
Before the three immortal elders who were fighting with Ding Nian and Fucang could react, Yuan Fengshan quickly blocked their way.
"die!"
How could Yuan Fengshan let them leave? The tyrannical power of the Immortal Emperor crushed them, and the three Immortal Lords were directly crushed to death.
No one could have imagined that a battle would end in this way.
The most shocked person was Yuan Fengshan. Without Liu Wuxie to restrain him, this mission to rescue the painting saint would definitely not go so smoothly.
Although several Yuan family disciples were sacrificed, this was the best ending for them.
Before entering, everyone was prepared to die.
The right hand of the painter is still outside, followed by the left hand, which stretches out from the portrait.
At this time, Linchuan and the others' souls had basically recovered and were all awakened.
Liu Wuxie released them and looked around blankly one by one.
Everyone was in disbelief when they learned that a battle had just occurred here.
Everyone's eyes fell on the portrait, from the elders to the disciples, and they all held their breath.
"The ancestor is coming out."
Linchuan rubbed his hands vigorously, feeling happy and nervous at the same time.
They had only heard of the ancestor, but had not seen it with their own eyes.
The portrait shook violently, and the painter moved his body and stood up from the portrait.
Everyone's heart was in their throats, including Liu Wuxie.
After waiting for about a minute to drink tea, the painting saint slowly turned around from the portrait, revealing an old face.
The moment he saw his old friend, Liu Wuxie was extremely excited, but he didn't expect how the painting saint could become so old.
When he separated from the painting saint in his previous life, he had a different name.
Could it be that something happened later that caused the Painting Saint to become what he is now?
With one step, the painting saint walked out of the portrait and landed in front of everyone.
"Welcome our ancestor to return."
Yuan Fengshan was the first to kneel down. Linchuan and the other disciples knelt down in front of the painting saint in uniform, with respectful expressions on their faces.
Looking at the people in front of him, the painting saint looked at a loss.
"who are you?"
The painting saint's inexplicable words made everyone's hearts skip a beat. Did the painting saint really lose his memory?
"Ancestor, my name is Yuan Fengshan, don't you remember me?"
Yuan Fengshan stood up, his eyes a little blurry, and walked towards the painting saint step by step.
It’s just that the ancestor of the Painting Saint couldn’t remember other people. Yuan Fengshan was not young. When the Painting Saint left the family, he was already an adult.
The painting saint frowned, waited for a few seconds, and then shook his head. There was no Yuan Fengshan in his memory.
"Second uncle, the ancestor of the painting sage has been sleeping for thousands of years, and it is normal for him to forget many things. If you give the ancestor some time, he will definitely be able to remember everything."
A disciple came forward and whispered.
Yuan Fengshan nodded, because he was too anxious.
After sleeping for so many years, many memories have been sealed, so it's normal that I can't remember them.
"Ancestor, we are taking you home."
Yuan Fengshan wiped his eyes, put away the sadness on his face, and said respectfully.
"I don't remember you, I won't go home."
The painting saint acted like a child, not like an old man, but more like a three-year-old child.
"Forehead……"
Everyone was confused. After all the hard work, they finally found their ancestors. It was fine that they didn't know them, but they didn't go back with them.
Judging from the breath, the Painting Saint has reached the half-step Immortal Emperor realm, and is only one step away from the Immortal Emperor.
Maybe the moment he remembered everything was when he broke through to the Immortal Emperor.
Because he has forgotten many things, his realm has been stagnant.
"Wuxie, what on earth is going on?"
Yuan Fengshan was at a loss and asked Liu Wuxie, asking him to think of a solution.
Liu Wuxie said nothing and walked towards the painting saint step by step.
The Painting Sage looked at Liu Wuxie curiously. For some reason, the moment he saw Liu Wuxie, the Painting Sage burst out laughing.
"I know you, I know you."
The painting saint was as excited as a child, clapping his hands. He didn't know Yuan Fengshan and the others, but he actually knew Liu Wuxie.
Liu Wuxie was shocked. Did the Painting Sage recognize his true identity?
"Then tell me who I am?"
Liu Wuxie asked tentatively.
There are no outsiders here, so even if you know his true identity, you don't have to worry about it being leaked.
"You are a little evil boy!"
The painting saint rubbed Liu Wuxie's body, smelled it vigorously with his nose, and said excitedly.
"Forehead……"
This time it was Liu Wuxie's turn to have a black line on his head. The name Xiaoxiezi was a secret between him and the Painting Sage, and no outsider knew about it.
Could it be said that the painting sage really remembered him?
In his previous life, Painting Sage was much older than Liu Wuxie. Even though Liu Wuxie was one of the top ten immortal emperors at that time, Painting Sage always called him Xiaoxiezi in private.
Yuan Fengshan and others looked at me, and I looked at you, with blank expressions on their faces.
Hearing the Painting Sage call him Xiaoxiezi, Liu Wuxie was extremely excited, but could not show any emotion.
"That's right, I am Xiao Xiezi. How about you come home with us now?"
Taking a deep breath, he admitted that he was Xiao Xie Zi, and his purpose was to make the Painting Saint obey and go back with them.
"Okay, go home, go home."
The painting saint was very obedient and surrounded Liu Wuxie like a child.
After hearing that their ancestor agreed to go home, Yuan Fengshan and others finally breathed a sigh of relief. They were really worried that their ancestor would resist them.
The ancestor doesn't agree to leave, even if they talk about it, it's useless.
With their cultivation, they couldn't suppress their ancestor.
"Wuxie, why did my ancestor call you Xiaoxiezi?"
Yuan Fengshan came over and asked in a low voice.
"It should be that I understand the method of seven horizontal and seven vertical strokes, and have developed a subtle connection with the ancestor of the painting sage, treating me as a friend he had known before."
Liu Wuxie made up a reason to excuse her.
It was reasonable and Yuan Fengshan and others did not doubt it.
Liu Wuxie knows the method of seven horizontal and seven vertical strokes, and the painting patterns on her body are exactly the same as those on the painting sage ancestor. It is not surprising that there is a subtle connection.
Many monks practice the same exercises, and when they come together, there will be a slight resonance between the exercises. This is basically what it means.
In addition, there is also a blood connection.
When close relatives meet, they can't help but develop a good impression.
Yuan Fengshan and others tried to communicate with the painting sages, but the painting sages were all indifferent.
Facing Liu Wuxie's questions, Hua Sheng answered all questions.
However, many questions have no answers at all, and the painting saint doesn't know where he is or what happened before.
No matter what Liu Wuxie asked, he always answered that he couldn't remember.
"Wuxie, have you found a way to leave the abyss of imprisoned spirits?"
Yuan Fengshan looked anxious. He wanted to deliver the good news to his family as soon as possible.
The people from the Ghost Master Sect have already escaped, and they should have mastered the method of leaving.
"It's actually not difficult to leave." A smile appeared on Liu Wuxie's lips. He refined the evil spirit body and gained a better understanding of the Abyss of Imprisoned Spirits.
