The moment the caviar burst out, it lay limply at Liu Wuxie's feet like a dead fish.
Xia Ru's cultivation has been destroyed, and she has no ability to resist.
"Caviar, we meet again."
Looking at the caviar at his feet, Liu Wuxie said with a smile.
Yu Zile sat up with difficulty and looked around, knowing that he was in jail and it would be difficult to escape.
He looked at Liu Wuxie with a sinister look, all this was his fault.
"Liu Wuxie, you are a despicable and shameless villain, you actually used your wedding to deceive our ghost master sect."
Yu Zile yelled, but she didn't expect Liu Wuxie to be so shameless and use the wedding as bait.
Liu Wuxie was indifferent to Caviar's abuse.
From the beginning, the wedding banquet was targeted at the ghost master sect.
"Tell me, where is the painted holy body?"
Liu Wuxie didn't have time to talk to him about the painting, so he asked him to quickly tell him the whereabouts of the painting saint to avoid any physical pain.
The other two elders of the Ghost Master Sect who were captured alive were taken to the side hall by the Yuan family and interrogated at the same time.
"Hmph, don't even think about knowing the whereabouts of the Painting Saint. He will definitely die within a few months at most."
A sinister smile appeared on the corner of Yu Zile's mouth, indicating that he was planning to destroy his soul sea.
"I gave you a chance. Since you don't know what's good, don't blame me for being rude."
Liu Wuxie's eyes turned cold, and shocking soul power burst out.
Searching for souls is a last resort and rarely searches for other people's souls unless absolutely necessary.
The Soul Sword penetrated Caviar's soul sea easily, and he had begun to destroy his own memories, especially the memories about the Painting Saint.
How could Liu Wuxie let him succeed?
The tyrannical soul power crushed him down, and Yu Zile's soul sea was instantly imprisoned.
The soul power rushed forward and sorted out all the memories.
He quickly found the whereabouts of the painting saint from Caviar's memory.
It took about a stick of incense to pass before I exited the sea of ​​caviar souls.
After being soul-searched, Caviar died completely.
Closing your eyes is like peeling off a cocoon, sorting out the memory of Caviar again.
No one interrupted, and it was not until dusk that Liu Wuxie opened his eyes.
A trace of solemnity flashed across his eyes.
"Wuxie, is the painting saint missing?"
Yuan Fengnan asked urgently.
"Chiyue City!"
Liu Wuxie slowly said three words.
"hiss!"
There was a sound of gasping for air throughout the hall.
"What are you doing in Chiyue City, Patriarch Painting Saint?"
Several breaths passed before everyone recovered from the shock.
Even Ning Chi's face flashed with a hint of solemnity, let alone the elder Yuan's family.
When it comes to Chiyue City, no one in the fairy world knows about it.
Chiyue City is an extremely weird city. Everyone who enters the city turns into dementia. This is also the origin of Chiyue City.
For many years, no one has set foot in Chiyue City.
This has also led to the fact that Chiyue City has been turned into a dead place for hundreds of thousands of years.
"There is a rare flower growing in Chiyue City. This flower decomposes a kind of nectar. When you use it to paint, your painting skills will be improved several times. The ancestor of the painting saint should have gone to Chiyue City to collect this kind of flower.
Trapped in it.”
Yuan Fengnan said at this time.
This was the first time Liu Wuxie heard that nectar could improve her painting skills.
"Flowers in the water, flowers in the water, flowers bloom like water and flowers bloom like water."
Ning Chi, who had been silent until now, suddenly spoke.
Liu Wuxie's eyes narrowed, as if he had read this passage from some ancient book. It turned out to be a kind of flower that grows in Chiyue City.
"That's right, it's Bo Shuihua. My ancestor must have reached the bottleneck period in his painting skills and wanted to use Bo Shuihua to break through to a higher level before entering Chiyue City."
Yuan Fengnan nodded, already guessing his ancestor's intention.
After being trapped in Chiyue City for so many years, can the ancestor still be safe and sound?
No one knows that even the Immortal Emperor is unwilling to set foot in a place like Chiyue City.
"Then why are we still hesitating? Let's quickly enter Chiyue City and find our ancestor."
Elder Yuan couldn't hold himself any longer and shouted to leave quickly.
When the ancestor returns, their Yuan family's status will soar to the sky.
"The ancestor had touched the threshold of the Immortal Emperor back then. Even when he entered Chiyue City, it was difficult for him to escape intact. For ordinary people, let alone coming out alive, it is unknown whether they can find the ancestor."
Yuan Fengnan shook his head. If it were that simple, the people from the Ghost Master Sect would have entered Chiyue City long ago.
"Wuxie, people from the Ghost Master Sect mentioned that only Tianwei's essence and blood can save the ancestor. What's going on?"
Yuan Fengshan asked.
Everyone's eyes fell on Liu Wuxie's face again.
"After the senior painting saint entered Chiyue City, he could not leave and sealed himself in the portrait. As time passed, the senior painting saint could no longer open the portrait. He needed the blood of future generations to awaken it."
This information was learned from Caviar's memory not long ago.
The hall fell into brief silence.
If it were somewhere else, with the strength of the Yuan family, they could completely rescue the Painting Saint Patriarch.
But the ancestor entered Chiyue City.
"Master, no matter how hard it is, we must rescue our ancestor. Please give us an order on what we should do."
The Yuan family elders stood up one after another, even if a large number of experts were involved, they would not hesitate.
As long as the ancestor returns, there is no need to worry that the Yuan family cannot prosper.
Yuan Fengnan has no idea now. After all, if he sends people into Chiyue City, the probability of coming out alive is too low. He cannot let his people take risks.
"Wuxie, tell me what you think."
Yuan Fengnan cast his gaze on Liu Wuxie's face.
This time he was able to severely damage the Ghost Master Sect, and he was indispensable.
The other elders looked at Liu Wuxie expectantly. This was a matter of the Yuan family. Although he was the son-in-law of the Yuan family, he could stay out of it.
"Chiyue City is full of dangers. No one knows exactly what's inside. Going there rashly will definitely be dangerous."
Liu Wuxie frowned, he had no clue at the moment.
It is inevitable to rescue the Painting Saint, and we must go there.
The return of the Painting Saint is undoubtedly a great help to him. No one is more eager to rescue the Painting Saint than him.
"Then what should we do? Should we give up the rescue?"
An elder of the Yuan family waved his fist fiercely, with a look of anxiety on his face.
Xia Ru and Ning Chi rarely speak. This is an internal matter within the Yuan family and they should not get involved.
To be continued...