Especially Ling Qiongtian, the youngest Immortal Emperor in ten thousand years, has great potential in the future.
In desperation, Liu Wuxie transferred two portraits from here to resist Linglongtian's attack.
In this way, Jiang Yulang and Cuzile got a chance to breathe.
Taking advantage of Liu Wuxie's transfer of the two portraits, they quickly broke through Liu Wuxie's encirclement.
Liu Wuxie's soul power to control eight portraits has reached its limit. If he continues to control it, cracks will appear in his soul power.
"Boom boom boom!"
From the portrait, various gases are ejected and there are rules.
These gases also have laws, and they collide without restraint.
Every time there is a collision, there will be bursts of roaring sounds above the martial arts field.
There have been many monks who controlled portraits to jump over the dragon gate and successfully advanced to the next level.
The portrait that returned to the original place continued to be manipulated. In less than a moment, more than 500 people had entered the next level.
The promoted monks stepped aside and watched the battle quietly.
"This Liu Wuxie is very extraordinary. Faced with attacks from so many people, he can still fight with ease."
Many people looked at Liu Wuxie with eyes full of awe.
If it were them, they would have been trapped by the portrait long ago.
"Chichi!"
There was a hissing sound from a magic painting controlled by Liu Wuxie, and a crack was torn open by Caviar's portrait.
A cracked portrait means that the portrait is damaged and the combat effectiveness is greatly weakened.
"Are you so impatient? Just use the power of the Ghost Master Sect!"
A sneer appeared at the corner of Liu Wuxie's mouth.
With the power of Caviar, Liu Wuxie's portrait could not be harmed at all. It was obviously with the help of external force.
After destroying a portrait, Caviar did not hesitate to fight and rushed to Longmen with Jiang Yulang's portrait.
As long as they cross the dragon gate and advance successfully, Liu Wuxie will not be able to kill them.
"Master, there was a mysterious force that entered the painting just now. This force is very strange."
Yuan Fengshan sat next to Yuan Fengnan and whispered.
"I feel it too!"
Yuan Fengnan frowned. They had people investigate the origin of Caviar, but there were no clues.
As if it came out of nowhere.
Coupled with the fact that he and Jiang Yulang cooperated so well, Yuan Fengnan had a bad feeling.
It will be difficult for Liu Wuxie to stop Jiang Yulang and Cuzile, unless the portraits of the battle against Linglongtian are transferred back.
The consequences of doing this will be very serious. The Six Linglong Heavenly People will definitely form a thunderous strike and find a way to kill him.
"Kill Ling Qiongmo first!"
Liu Wuxie made a decision quickly.
In comparison, Ling Qiongmo was far more dangerous than Caviar and Jiang Yulang.
The two of them, at best, framed themselves and did not know his true identity.
But Ling Qiongmo is different. Once he wakes up his memory and knows things in the mortal world, the consequences can be imagined.
The two powers harm each other, whichever is less.
After making up his mind, Jiang Yulang and Caviar were allowed to escape, and the eight portraits rushed towards Ling Qiongmo and the six people at the same time.
Although one of the paintings was damaged, it still did not hinder the attack.
Eight versus six, Liu Wuxie had the upper hand.
On Linglongtian's side, except for Ling Qiongmo, who is more talented, the others have average painting talents, and the combat effectiveness of the portraits they control is also extremely average.
Liu Wuxie's soul power suddenly formed a spiral, and the eight portraits changed their trajectory and rushed towards them like a spear.
"not good!"
Ling Qiongmo shouted loudly, he still underestimated Liu Wuxie's fighting power.
The people on the stage watched in fascination. They had never seen such an exquisite fighting method.
There is no magic, no magic skills, and no fluctuations in immortal energy.
Only images shuttle through the air.
Each portrait is different, and their combat effectiveness is also divided into three, six, and nine levels.
How to concentrate these forces is difficult.
After Ling Qiongmo finished speaking, he controlled a portrait again and attacked behind Liu Wuxie.
As expected of Ling Qiongtian's descendant, Ling Qiongmo's soul power is extremely powerful, and he has lived for countless years, far beyond what ordinary people can match.
"Huh, what a small trick!"
Liu Wuxie let out a contemptuous laugh.
Allowing Ling Qiongmo to sneak up on him from behind, the impact of the eight portraits became faster and faster.
"Hide quickly!"
The disciple on Ling Qiongmo's left realized that something was wrong and asked them to disperse quickly.
He could feel that Liu Wuxie was definitely more than this trick.
It seems that the eight portraits form a spear, and there must be a mystery hidden inside.
"It's too late to hide now."
Eight golden locks!
Attack from all directions!
How could Liu Wuxie give them time to avoid it?
The portraits actually curled up together, like scrolls.
After merging, it turned into a sharp spear.
"What a tricky attack!"
The elder of Cangyun Sword Sect suddenly stood up and was deeply attracted by Liu Wuxie's technique.
The locked disciple of Linglongtian had a stern look on his face and was unable to avoid being locked by the spear.
At this moment, the second portrait controlled by Ling Qiongmo rushed towards Liu Wuxie's back. As long as Liu Wuxie was killed, all attacks would be self-defeating.


Chapter completed!