The opponent is trapped in this Immortal Locking Formation and cannot move. If he moves, he will be burned by the fireball talisman on the formation, so he will definitely not be able to take out the so-called painting.
If you want the opponent to take out the painting, you must cancel this formation.
Although Xia Po has the strength to build a foundation in martial arts, he still doesn't dare to let down his guard when facing real cultivators.
In fact, Holy Lord Yunhe of Zixia Holy Land was his character in the last game.
I remember that on the day he was about to ascend the ladder to heaven, all the monks in the world of cultivation came to watch. It was really lively at that time.
After all, before this, he had been a super boss who had dominated the world of cultivation for thousands of years.
According to records in ancient books in the world of cultivation, the probability of successfully ascending is less than one in ten thousand. However, for some reason, the monks in the world of cultivation at that time always believed that the character controlled by Xia Po would be able to ascend successfully.
The ending is naturally ascension, and then Xia Po travels to this world...
However, the other party said that there was a strange phenomenon in the sky when he traveled through time. Why didn't he see any strange phenomenon at that time?
So he was quite curious about this.
If you think about it carefully, it's possible that this guy was just talking nonsense in order to escape from the Immortal Locking Formation.
After looking at the old man's panel again and confirming the attributes of the exercises he practiced, Xia Po waved his hand casually.
The next second, the chains wrapped around the old man's body quickly shrank.
The old man looked happy, then took out a storage bag and said.
"Thank you, senior. In that case, I will take out the picture."
Xia Po looked relaxed and just stared at the other person with a smile on his face, as if he didn't take the other person seriously at all.
Looking at Xia Po's eyes, the old man's movements suddenly stopped, and then he swallowed his saliva and began to struggle internally.
There is a thunder bead in his storage bag, which is a life-saving artifact that cost him almost his entire life's savings.
As soon as this thunder bead is used, it will burst out with astonishing thunder power. Even the monks in the foundation building stage dare not resist such a force.
But this thing also has shortcomings. If the opponent has thunder spirit roots and can use thunder attribute spells, this trick will be greatly compromised.
And he wasn't sure how powerful this thing would be in the mortal world.
If you are not restrained by the other party at once, you will really be done with it.
On the other hand, if you listen obediently to the other party, you might still have a chance to survive.
Of these two choices, one is to take one's life in one's own hands, and the other is to leave it to the other party.
So he really couldn't make up his mind.
But it was at this time that he saw Xia Po's extremely contemptuous eyes.
He had seen this look before, from a second-generation immortal from a big family at a market in the world of cultivation.
It was a look of contempt that one would only show when facing an existence that was too weak to pose a threat to oneself.
And that second generation immortal is a super strong man in the late stage of foundation building!
At least he is super strong.
In other words, the opponent's strength is very likely to be more unpredictable than he imagined.
It is almost impossible for such a person to be a casual cultivator. Even if he escapes with the Thunder Bead, will he be targeted by the forces behind the person in front of him when he returns to the world of cultivation?
Thinking of this, fear took over his heart.
"Where are the pictures? There shouldn't be any, right?"
Xia Po made a compressed sound from his mouth, and the six-winged wind-avoiding cicada, Sichou, inadvertently landed on the old man's shoulder.
This series of pressure caused him to take out a small piece of drawing directly from the storage bag.
Fortunately it's not a jade slip, otherwise Xia Po wouldn't be able to read it now.
But it's true that such a rubbish monk doesn't seem to be able to use the jade slips.
He picked up the picture and just glanced at it. His eyes immediately widened with disbelief on his face.
In this picture, a man is sitting at a computer desk, surrounded by Coke bottles. He is staring at the computer screen with an obsessed expression, as if he is expecting something.
Isn’t this just me?
Xia Po's hands were shaking slightly and he looked at the old man.
"Is this picture real?"
"It's absolutely true! At that time, many super powerful people saw it and thought that this was the real immortal world! This painting was widely circulated in the cultivation world, and everyone said that as long as they could understand this immortal painting, they would be able to ascend immediately!"
Xia Po swallowed his saliva: "Then what have you learned?"
Hearing this, the old man actually had a proud look on his face, and he pointed at several figures painted on them.
"These must be fairies from the fairy world. Look at them, they are so beautiful that they cannot be born in our world."
Then he pointed at the computer monitor.
"Is this the legendary Tianfang Mirror? Through it, you can see everything in the world!"
There are also keyboards, mice, etc.
"These must be some kind of immortal weapons. Look at the immortal's hands holding these two things tightly. There are also rumors about these bottles and jars. It is said that the content of spiritual energy in the world of cultivation is so high that it can turn the spiritual energy into spiritual energy.
liquid, and it is still black.
This immortal possesses a super powerful spirit-gathering spell and collects all the spiritual energy in a bottle..."
Listening to the old man talking endlessly about this painting, Xia Po was speechless.
Looking at the otaku that I once was, countless thoughts came to my mind inadvertently.
By the way, why didn’t I even wear any clothes at that time?
Thinking of this, he tentatively asked the old man.
"What do you think of this immortal?"
He wants to hear others praise him for being handsome (no)
Upon hearing this, the old man's expression immediately became serious.
"Immortals must not judge at will, otherwise they will be punished by God!"
But after he finished speaking, he still touched his chin.
"But judging from what can be seen, this immortal is not as spiritual as the legend. Instead, he reveals a trace of decadence inadvertently. This may be the supreme morality that monks like us cannot understand."
"Aren't you curious why he isn't wearing any clothes?"
"Clothes?" The old man showed doubts, and then showed enigma.
"Don't you understand this? This is the genius of the Immortal. In order for us to understand him well, he deliberately wears his clothes naked in order to let us see every hair on his body."
"Every...every hair on your head?"
"This is just a picture scroll. Those monks with abundant spiritual stones may have jade slips. The immortals in the jade slips are so lifelike. Not to mention the hairs, you can even see the size of the roots of the immortals!"
"Holy shit!"
Xia Po was completely numb, who are the people in this world of cultivation!
For some reason, Xia Po always felt like he was being ignored by countless people.
And that group of people are surprisingly perverted, you can look at every hair on his body...
Horrible, simply terrifying!
"In that case, senior, please take care of yourself, I will take my leave."
The old man cupped his hands and flew in one direction.
Less than a moment later, he fell heavily to the ground, his eyes empty.
Xia Po, on the other hand, had already arrived here and closed his eyes.
Sichou flew off his shoulder and returned to Xia Po's side.
"I didn't want to kill you at first, but you left in such a hurry."
The old man was sucked to death by Si Chou. This was not an order from Xia Po.
But this kind of Zerg, once it gets too far away from the Zong Master, it will go berserk and return to its wild nature. This old man was sucked to death by the berserk Si Chou.
Oh, what a pitiful monk!
There is no other way, Xia Po can only lick the bag with tears, it smells so good!