A trace of success flashed deep in Elder Ye’s eyes.

After capturing Liu Wuxie alive, he quickly escaped from this place and found a place to concentrate on practicing for a few years, and could break through the Immortal Emperor and conquer the Immortal Realm from then on.

A perfect match.

The sharp claw wind came towards him, lifting up his robe and making a slight noise.

Seeing that Liu Wuxie was about to be captured alive by Elder Ye, the portrait of the entrenched in the air suddenly swept across.

The speed was extremely fast, less than a thousandth of a moment, and appeared behind Elder Ye.

"collapse!"

The portrait rolled up a layer of dust and rolled the elder out.

Strangely, the Painting Saint still did not wake up, but just the portrait attacked independently.

The sudden scene surprised Liu Wuxie.

Did what I just said awaken a trace of memory of the Painting Saint?

It has been sealed for thousands of years, and the Painting Saint has long been covered in dust, both in thinking and memory.

After blowing up Elder Fei's body, the portrait took action again.

This portrait alone is comparable to the peak Immortal Emperor weapon, which contains the will of the painting saint, and the attack power can be imagined.

Faced with the fierce portrait, Elder Ye could only dodge and dared not snatch his edge.

The more you avoid it, the further away it will also give Liu Wuxie a chance to repair his injuries.

The Taihuang Swallowing Heaven Sword was running, and the gas around him poured into his body like a tide.

The immortal body will automatically repair the injured area, and its cultivation level will vaguely break through to the peak of the seventh level of the Immortal Lord.

After this battle, the ancient primordial nerve became even more terrifying, and many ancient patterns appeared on it.

I have never seen these patterns myself.

The portrait portrayed by Liu Wuxie collided with the Soul-Shun Painting, and the two portraits exploded at the same time and turned into countless powders.

The powerful ripples formed a torrent, which drove Ding Nian and the three immortal masters of the Ghost Master Sect to fly at the same time.

Everyone stopped fighting, including Yuan Fengshan and the elders of the Ghost Master Sect.

Their eyes all fell on the portrait of the Saint and the Elder.

The scene was extremely strange, and the portrait of the Saint chased the Elder to attack.

Elder Ye was extremely frustrated, and his attack power could not damage the portrait at all.

The painting saint sitting upright in the portrait moves his body again, which is a sign of completely awakening.

Under the impact of the outside world, a large number of laws rushed into the portrait, accelerating the trend of the awakening of the Saint's painting.

The Huasheng, who was sitting quietly in the portrait, suddenly raised his right hand.

I saw his right hand poking out of the portrait and cutting it across.

By chance, he slapped Elder He's body with a palm.

"Bang!"

Elder Ye took a palm firmly, and his body flew backwards, and the blood stained the sky red.

A faint will of the Immortal Emperor overflowed from the portrait.

Even a trace of the will of the Immortal Emperor was enough to make Elder Ye grow dead and retreat in fear.

Although he is at the peak of the Immortal Emperor realm, he is still a tiny ant in front of the Immortal Emperor.

His combat power was reduced by 70% just now, and he had no extra strength to deal with the Painting Saint.

"Let's go!"

The Immortal Emperor Elder who fought with Yuan Fengshan realized his strong uneasiness.

The Painting Saint is about to wake up, and they are left here with only one dead end.

It was Liu Wuxie who was about to succeed, but he destroyed their good things.

If it weren't for Liu Wuxie's painting, he could have killed the painting saint with his soul-strengthening painting.

In the final analysis, Liu Wuxie is the culprit.

If it weren't for him, the Ghost Master's Sect would have already destroyed the Painting Saint.

Elder Ye and the Immortal Emperor quickly rushed to the distance, intending to escape from the Abyss of Prisoner.

Before the three immortal masters who fought with Ding Nian and Fucang could react, Yuan Fengshan quickly blocked their way.

"die!"

How could Yuan Fengshan let them go? The powerful immortal emperor crushed them, and the three immortal masters were crushed to death.

No one would have thought that a battle would end in this way.

The most shocking thing was Yuan Fengshan. Without Liu Wuxie's restraint, the mission of rescuing the Painting Saint would definitely not be so smooth.

Although several Yuan family disciples were sacrificed, this was the best ending for them.

Before coming in, everyone was determined to die.

The Painting Saint's right hand is still outside, followed by his left hand, which extends out of the portrait.

At this time, Linchuan and their soul sea had basically recovered and all of them were awakened.

Liu Wuxie released them and looked around in a daze.

Everyone looked disbelief when they learned that the war had just happened here.

Everyone's eyes fell on the portrait, from the elders to the disciples, they all held their breath.

"The ancestor is coming out."

Linchuan rubbed his hands hard, making him both happy and nervous.

They just heard of the ancestors, but never saw them with their own eyes.

The portrait shook violently, and the Painting Saint moved his body and stood up from the portrait.

Everyone's heart was raised to his throat, including Liu Wuxie.

After waiting for about a cup of tea, the Huasheng slowly turned around from the portrait, revealing an old face.

The moment he saw his old friend, Liu Wuxie was extremely excited, but he didn't expect that the Huasheng was so old.

When he parted with the Painting Saint in his previous life, he was not like this.

Did something happen later that led to the Painting Saint becoming like this?

With one step, the Painting Saint walked out of the portrait and fell in front of everyone.

"Welcome to the return of the ancestor."

Yuan Fengshan knelt down first, and Linchuan and those disciples knelt neatly in front of the Painting Saint, with a respectful look on their faces.

Looking at the people in front of him, the Hua Sheng looked confused.

"Who are you?"

The inexplicable words of the Painting Saint made everyone's heart skip a beat. Could it be that the Painting Saint really lost his memory?

"Old ancestor, my name is Yuan Fengshan. Don't you remember me?"

Yuan Fengshan stood up, his eyes blurred, and he walked towards the Painting Saint step by step.

It would be fine if the Painting Saint Ancestor could not remember the others, but Yuan Fengshan was not young anymore. When the Painting Saint left the family, he was already an adult.

The Hua Sheng frowned and waited for about a few breaths, but still shook his head. There was no such person as Yuan Fengshan in his memory.

"Uncle Second Uncle, the Painting Saint Ancestor has been sleeping for thousands of years and it is normal for him to forget a lot of things. If you give the Patriarch a while, you will definitely remember everything."

A disciple stepped forward and whispered.

Yuan Fengshan nodded, because he was too anxious.

After sleeping for so many years, many memories have been sealed, and it is normal that I can't remember them.

"Old ancestor, we have taken you home."

Yuan Fengshan wiped his eyes, put away the sadness on his face, and said respectfully.

"I don't remember you, I won't go home."

The Huasheng played with a child's temper, not like an old man, but more like a three-year-old child.

"Forehead……"

Everyone was a black thread. After all, they worked hard to find the ancestor. It would be fine if they didn't know them, but they didn't go back with them.

Judging from the breath, the Painting Saint has reached the half-step Immortal Emperor realm, only one step away from the Immortal Emperor.

Perhaps the moment when he remembers everything, it is when he breaks through the Immortal Emperor.
To be continued...