A large number of fireballs fell from the sky and burned on the ground.
The aura released from the portrait of the Painting Saint is becoming more and more terrifying.
"Liu Wuxie, even if you have the will of the Immortal Emperor, you cannot escape death today."
Elder Ye's eyes were scarlet, and his aura was rising steadily. He actually used the will of the Immortal Emperor to open up a trace of shackles, and there was a vague tendency to break through the Immortal Emperor.
This is not a good thing for Liu Wuxie.
Under strong pressure, new changes will surely come.
For Liu Wuxie, facing Elder Zhe's strong crushing force, he discovered that his physical body still had realm and was tempered.
Both sides have learned a lot of experience from their opponents.
"collapse!"
The sky was torn into pieces, torn apart by Elder Zhe's long sword.
Regardless of his cultivation level, Liu Wuxie's sword can withstand the attack of the peak Immortal Emperor, and he is already proud of the world.
If it were any other peak immortal realm, it would already be a corpse.
After tearing open Liu Wuxie's broken sky, Elder Zhe drew his sword again.
But this sword was aimed at the painting saint.
Liu Wuxie no longer had any extra strength to resist Elder Zhe, so she could only watch helplessly as his sword energy rushed towards the painting saint's portrait.
I closed my eyes quietly and resigned myself to fate.
As Jian Gang got closer and closer, Elder Zhe let out bursts of ferocious laughter.
"Painting Saint, when you destroyed the Ghost Master Sect, I never thought you would be here today."
After clearing all obstacles, Elder Zha looked up to the sky and roared.
As soon as the painting saint died, he was slowly cooking up Liu Wuxie, draining everything out of his body.
The various methods he had just displayed made him envious.
Especially the Immortal Emperor's will is undoubtedly the greatest treasure to him.
As long as he refines these Immortal Emperor wills, he can break through to the Immortal Emperor realm.
"Kakaka!"
There was a clicking sound from the painting saint's portrait, and countless cracks appeared on the edges.
Once the portrait is destroyed, the painting saint loses his carrier and sinks into the world of nothingness forever.
Yuan Fengshan's eyes were about to burst, but there was nothing he could do.
The force of his attacks became stronger and stronger, causing the elder of the Ghost Master Sect to retreat continuously.
The sword energy was flowing freely, cutting the portrait of the painting saint unscrupulously.
There are more and more cracks on it, and there are a lot of marks on it, including the location of the painting sanctuary.
The power seeping out of the portrait gradually weakened and was no longer as strong as before.
"Painting Saint, you old fool, why don't you wake up soon."
Liu Wuxie cursed loudly and directly called him an old man.
In his previous life, Liu Wuxie called him this.
Unable to control himself, he uttered foul language.
Perhaps due to Liu Wuxie's summons, the painting saint sitting in the portrait moved slightly.
Next!
The portrait flew up on its own and swept into the air.
Elder Ye's sword energy was all swept away by the portrait, making it impossible to get any closer.
Elder Zhe's expression changed drastically and he shot faster.
At this moment, a whirlpool appeared in front of the portrait.
All of Elder Zhe's attacks were absorbed by the vortex.
A smile appeared on the corner of Liu Wuxie's mouth. This is a unique skill of Painting Saint. It can use the power of space to transfer power to other places.
Elder Ye drew his sword several times in succession, but all failed.
Not to mention tearing the portrait apart, he is not even qualified to get close to the portrait.
"Liu Wuxie, this is all your fault. Since the portrait cannot be destroyed, I will kill you."
Elder Ye suddenly turned his gun and pointed his sword towards Liu Wuxie.
As long as Liu Wuxie is captured alive, what if the painting saint is revived?
For him, Liu Wuxie is the greatest treasure. Controlling Liu Wuxie is equivalent to getting the key to the door to the Immortal Emperor.
In addition, Liu Wuxie has mastered the method of seven horizontal and seven vertical strokes. When the time comes, the Ghost Master Sect can rely on this painting technique to compete with the Painting Saint.
The body drove straight in, and Elder Zhe was not far from Liu Wuxie.
In the blink of an eye, it appeared within dozens of meters.
Chapter completed!