Liu Wuxie had no choice but to avoid him. Elder Zhe was the peak Immortal Emperor, and he relied on sneak attacks in the early stage to hurt him.
Ao Ba and the others have lost consciousness and are recovering in the Dragon Realm.
After Heizi recovered to his original state, he was not even qualified to get close to Elder Zhe.
Yuan Fengshan was restrained by the Elder of the Immortal Emperor of the Ghost Master Sect and was not given a chance to take action.
Ding Nian and Fucang couldn't protect themselves, let alone help Liu Wuxie.
The sword energy cuts and makes whistling sounds, and the space above the head is breaking apart inch by inch.
Affected by the sword energy, the headband suddenly exploded, and all the black hair spread out.
The power of the sword became stronger and stronger, Liu Wuxie's expression was ferocious, and he could only let others slaughter him.
"Taking action against a junior in the Immortal Realm is really an insult to your status."
Yuan Fengshan made several attempts, but they were all neutralized by his opponent, and he could only curse.
The Ghost Master Sect always has no bottom line when doing things.
"When you kill him, you will die."
Elder Zhe sneered.
As soon as Liu Wuxie died, the two of them united to kill Yuan Fengshan.
The sword energy fell violently, Liu Wuxie closed his eyes and let the sword slash towards his head.
Although he has mastered the body of immortality, as long as the heaven and earth are immortal, the physical body does not perish.
But Elder Zhe's sword contains extremely powerful destructive power, which can destroy the law of life in his body.
If you lose the law of life, you will still die.
The so-called immortality refers to a relatively safe environment.
At the moment when the long sword was still a few meters away from Liu Wuxie, a terrifying aura burst out from the portrait of the painting saint.
The vast aura was like a terrifying wave, sweeping around.
The suppressed sword energy was blown away by the tyrannical energy, including Elder Zhe.
"No, the Painting Saint has woken up."
Elder Ze's expression changed drastically. Unexpectedly, Liu Wuxie successfully awakened the painting saint.
Thousands of years ago, the painting saint had reached the peak of the Immortal Emperor realm and began to comprehend the Immortal Emperor's laws.
After so many years, perhaps the Painting Saint has already been promoted to the Immortal Emperor.
Even if he is not promoted to Immortal Emperor, it is not something that an Immortal Emperor like Elder Zhe can compete with.
Yuan Fengshan, who was fighting, looked overjoyed. Painting Saint's awakening meant that they quickly turned the tables and turned their disadvantage into an advantage.
The power pouring out of the portrait is getting stronger and stronger, vaguely reaching a level beyond the Immortal Emperor.
However, the painting saint did not come out of the portrait, and still sat quietly in it.
The surrounding space continues to collapse, causing landslides and ground cracks, and the Soul Prisoner's Abyss vibrates more and more frequently.
"Weng!"
Another powerful wave of air surged out from the portrait, even more violent than before.
"Kakaka!"
The world exploded, and the Immortal Emperor's realm formed by Elder Zhe was ruthlessly crushed.
"puff!"
After losing the Immortal Emperor's domain, the powerful impact hit Elder Zhe's body directly, causing him to spurt blood from his mouth.
"Hurry up and bring out the soul-binding painting!"
The Immortal Emperor elder who was fighting with Yuan Fengshan said loudly, asking Elder Zhe to sacrifice the soul-binding painting.
This is an extremely strange portrait that can bind the human soul.
Elder Zhe didn't hesitate at all. A dark portrait fluttered in the wind and quickly enlarged.
immediately!
The soul-binding painting flew towards the painting of the painting saint. If it hit, the painting saint would definitely die.
Without Yuan Tianwei's essence and blood, it would be impossible to summon the Painting Saint.
The Ghost Master Sect had used various methods before to obtain Yuan Tianwei's essence and blood, summon it to paint the saint's portrait, and then destroy it.
Now that the Painting Saint has come out, the soul binding paintings they prepared are finally put to use.
"Wuxie, stop him quickly."
Yuan Fengshan was extremely anxious. He was about to succeed. How could he let the people from the Ghost Master Sect succeed?
He had no time to clone himself, and all his hopes fell on Liu Wuxie alone.
Liu Wuxie took his time and made a seal with his hands. The portrait he had carved suddenly flew out and hit the soul-binding painting.
The two portraits quickly met in the air.
Elder Zhe's face was livid, and the sword in his hand struck Liu Wuxie again.
Liu Wuxie was on guard this time, and with his hands free, it would not be easy for the Peak Immortal Emperor to kill him.
Raising the blood-drinking knife, this is the starting move of breaking the sky.
His cultivation has reached the seventh level of Immortal Lord, but he has not yet used Breaking Heaven.
According to the deduction in the sea of souls, it is basically possible to display the complete version of Breaking the Sky.
The moment it was lifted, the space became extremely restless.
The sword energy that Elder Ze crushed down was unable to get even close to Liu Wuxie.
"What magic is this?"
Elder Ze had a bad premonition that the magical technique Liu Wuxie performed was far beyond his imagination.
The soul-binding painting offered was successfully resisted by Liu Wuxie's portrait. The two portraits impacted each other and became entangled with each other. No one could do anything to the other.
When it comes to painting skills, looking around the world, apart from painting saints, there are really not many people who can surpass him.
The mysterious ax mark quickly flew out of the ancestral tree and merged into the blood-drinking knife.
After refining two Shura Knife fragments, and the Land of Reincarnation devouring a large amount of the Immortal Emperor's will, Liu Wuxie integrated these wills into Breaking the Sky.
With the blessing of the Immortal Emperor's will, an unparalleled sword light appeared in the sky, illuminating the entire Soul Prisoner's Abyss.
Only then did everyone see clearly that the Abyss of Imprisoned Spirits actually resembled a placenta, and all of them were trapped in the placenta.
"The will of the Immortal Emperor!"
Elder Ze's eyes were cold and terrifying. Liu Wuxie's body actually contained so much of the Immortal Emperor's will. No wonder he looked like he had seen a ghost.
Liu Wuxie cleverly concealed his Immortal Emperor's will. The Immortal Emperor's will that he displayed was all taken away from the world of reincarnation and the corpse of oblivion.
Even so, Elder Zhe was still surprised.
"cut!"
The blood-drinking knife was like a galactic sword, slashing down hard.
The moment the sword light fell, a vacuum passage appeared. Liu Wuxie's sword was comparable to the peak immortal realm.
Even if Elder Zhe cannot be killed, it is not a big problem to break his sword.
As long as he suppressed this sword, he believed that the painting saint would be able to wake up.
The intertwining of sword energy and sword energy formed a dense spider web that continued to spread in all directions.
Even more frightening was the will of the Immortal Emperor, which swept across the sky. The three Immortal Elders of the Ghost Master Sect found it extremely difficult to breathe.
This is the power of the Immortal Emperor, which can suppress the sky and destroy the earth.
"Boom boom boom!"
The two immortal arts continued to collide, forming endless flames.
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 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 directed at the painting saint.
Liu Wuxie no longer had any extra strength to resist Elder Zhe, and could only watch helplessly as his sword energy rushed towards the painting saint's portrait.
Quietly closing my eyes, I could only resign 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 portrait of the Painting Saint, 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, including a large number of marks on 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 Zhe's sword energy was all swept away by the portrait, unable to get any closer.
Elder Zhe's expression changed drastically and he shot faster.
At this moment, a vortex appeared in front of the portrait.
All Elder Zhe's attacks were absorbed by the whirlpool.
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, it doesn't matter if the painting saint is revived.
For him, Liu Wuxie was the greatest treasure. Controlling Liu Wuxie was 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.
A hand the size of a cattail fan grabbed Liu Wuxie's shoulder. The momentum was overwhelming, and Liu Wuxie could only stand there and let himself be slaughtered.
