Too Wild Swallowing Heaven

Chapter 2512 Huasheng wakes up

A hint of success flashed in the depths of the elder Xi's eyes.

After capturing Liu Wuxie alive, he quickly escapes from this place, finds a place to concentrate on cultivating for a few years, and then he will be able to break through the Immortal Emperor and win the title of Immortal World from then on.

Make a wishful thinking.

The sharp claw wind hit him head-on, lifting his robe and making a grinning sound.

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

The speed was extremely fast, less than one-thousandth of an instant, and appeared behind the elder Xi.

"collapse!"

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

Strangely, the painting saint still didn't wake up, but the portrait attacked independently.

The sudden scene made Liu Wuxie stunned.

Could it be that what he said just now awakened a trace of Huasheng's memory?

Sealed for thousands of years, both the thinking and memory of the painting saint have long been dusty.

After throwing away the elder Xi, the portrait shot again.

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

Facing the menacing portrait, Elder Xi could only dodge, not daring to swipe its edge.

The farther and farther he avoided, this also gave Liu Wuxie a chance to repair his injury.

The Taihuang Swallowing Heaven Art was running, and the surrounding air, like a tide, poured into his body.

The immortal body automatically repairs the injured place, and the cultivation base has a vague tendency to break through to the peak of the seventh level of the fairy.

After this battle, the primordial nerve became even more terrifying, with many ancient lines appearing on it.

I have never seen these lines before.

The portrait drawn by Liu Wuxie collided with Shuhun's painting, and the two portraits exploded at the same time, turning into countless powders.

The tyrannical ripples formed a torrent, which simultaneously lifted Ding Nian and the three immortals from the Ghost Master Sect into the air.

Everyone stopped fighting, including Yuan Fengshan and the elder Guishimen.

Their gazes all fell on Huasheng's portrait and Elder Xi.

The scene was extremely weird, the portrait of Huasheng was chasing and attacking the elder Xi.

Elder Xi was extremely aggrieved, his attack power couldn't hurt the portrait at all.

The painting saint sitting upright in the portrait moved his body again, which was a sign that he was about to wake up completely.

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

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

I saw his right hand poking out from the portrait, cutting across the palm.

Coincidentally, a palm slapped Elder He's body.

"boom!"

Elder Xi took the slap firmly, and his body flew upside down, blood staining the sky red.

The faint will of the immortal emperor overflowed from the portrait.

Even a trace of the immortal emperor's will is enough to make the elder Xi's soul rage, and he backed away in fright.

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

The slap just now reduced his combat power by [-]%, and he no longer has any extra strength to deal with the painting saint.

"let's go!"

The elder Immortal Emperor who fought against Yuan Fengshan felt strongly disturbed.

The painting saint is about to wake up, they stay here, there is only one dead end.

Seeing that they were about to succeed, it was Liu Wuxie who ruined their good deed.

If it wasn't for Liu Wuxie's painting, with the painting of Shuhun, he could kill the painting saint.

In the final analysis, Liu Wuxie was the culprit.

If it weren't for him, Ghost Master Sect would have wiped out the painting saint long ago.

The elder Xi and the elder Immortal Emperor quickly fled towards the distance, intending to escape from the prisoner's abyss.

Before the three Immortal Venerable Elders who were fighting with Ding Nian and Fucang could react, Yuan Fengshan quickly blocked their way.

"die!"

How could Yuan Fengshan let them go, the tyrannical Immortal Emperor crushed them, and the three Immortal Venerables were directly crushed to death.

No one could have imagined that a battle would end in such a 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 entering, everyone was determined to die.

The right hand of the painting saint is still outside, followed by the left hand, protruding from the portrait.

At this time, Linchuan and the others' soul seas have almost recovered, and they are all awakened.

Liu Wuxie released them and looked around blankly.

Knowing that there was a big battle here just now, everyone looked in disbelief.

Everyone's eyes fell on the portrait, from the elder to the disciple, and they all held their breath.

"The ancestor is coming out."

Lin Chuan rubbed his hands vigorously, feeling both happy and nervous.

They have only heard about the ancestor, but have not seen it with their own eyes.

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

Everyone's hearts were raised in their throats, including Liu Wuxie.

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

The moment Liu Wuxie saw his old friend, he was extremely excited, but he never thought that the painter could be so mature.

When he parted from the painting saint in his previous life, he was not like this.

Could it be that something happened later that caused the painting saint to become what he is now.

&nbssp; With one step, the painting saint came out of the portrait and landed in front of everyone.

"Welcome to the return of the ancestors."

Yuan Fengshan knelt down first, Linchuan and those disciples knelt in front of the painting saint in a uniform manner, with respectful expressions on their faces.

Looking at these people in front of him, Hua Sheng looked at a loss.

"who are you?"

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

"Old Ancestor, my name is Yuan Fengshan, don't you remember me?"

Yuan Fengshan stood up, his eyes blurred, and walked towards the painting saint step by step.

It's just that the Patriarch Huasheng couldn't remember other people, Yuan Fengshan was not young, and when Huasheng left the family, he was already an adult.

The painting saint frowned, waited for a few breaths, and shook his head, Yuan Fengshan was not in his memory.

"Second Uncle, it's normal for Patriarch Huasheng to sleep for thousands of years and forget a lot of things. Give Patriarch a while, and he 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's normal not to remember.

"Old Ancestor, we're taking you home."

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

"I don't remember you guys, I'm not going home."

Huasheng played childish temper, not like an old man, but more like a three-year-old child.

"Forehead……"

Everyone has black lines, they have gone through a lot of hardships, and finally found the ancestors, and it's fine if they don't know them, but they still haven't gone back with them.

Judging from his aura, the painting saint has already reached the half-step Immortal Emperor Realm, only one step away from the Immortal Emperor.

Perhaps the moment when he remembered everything was when he broke through to the Immortal Emperor.

Because many things have been forgotten, his realm has been stagnant.

"Wuxie, what's going on here?"

Yuan Fengshan was at a loss, so he asked Liu Wuxie to think of a way.

Liu Wuxie didn't speak, and walked towards the painting saint step by step.

Huasheng looked at Liu Wuxie curiously, for some reason, the moment he saw Liu Wuxie, Huasheng actually started to laugh.

"I know you, I know you."

The painting saint was as excited as a child, clapping his hands. He didn't know Yuan Fengshan and the others, but he actually knew Liu Wuxie.

Liu Wuxie was shocked, could it be that the painting saint recognized his true identity.

"Then tell me who I am?"

Liu Wuxie asked tentatively.

There are no outsiders here, so even if you know his true identity, you don't have to worry about it being leaked.

"You are a little evil!"

The painting saint rubbed against Liu Wuxie's body, sniffed it vigorously, and said excitedly.

"Forehead……"

This time it was Liu Wuxie's turn to have black hair. The name Xiao Xiezi was a secret between him and the painting saint, and outsiders didn't know about it.

Could it be that the painting saint really remembered him.

In the previous life, the painting saint was much older than Liu Wuxie, even though Liu Wuxie was one of the top ten immortal emperors at that time, the painting saint always called him Xiao Xiezi in private.

Yuan Fengshan and the others looked at me and I looked at you with blank expressions on their faces.

Hearing the painting sage calling her little Xiezi, Liu Wuxie was extremely excited, but she couldn't show any emotion.

"That's right, I'm Xiao Xiezi, come home with us now, okay?"

Taking a deep breath, he admitted that he was Xiao Xiezi, and the purpose was to make Huasheng obedient and go back with them.

"Okay, go home, go home."

The painting saint was very obedient, surrounding Liu Wuxie like a child.

Hearing that the ancestor agreed to go home, Yuan Fengshan and others finally breathed a sigh of relief. They were really worried that the ancestor would rebel against them.

The ancestor didn't agree to leave, even if they said it was useless.

With their cultivation base, they couldn't suppress their ancestors.

"Wuxie, why did the ancestor call you little Xiezi?"

Yuan Fengshan came over and asked in a low voice.

"It should be that I know the seven horizontal and seven vertical methods, and I have a faint connection with the painting saint ancestor, and regard me as a friend he knew before."

Liu Wuxie made up a reason to prevaricate.

It's reasonable, Yuan Fengshan and others didn't doubt it.

Liu Wuxie knows the seven horizontal and seven vertical methods, and the painting patterns on her body are exactly the same as the painting patterns on the painting saint's ancestor. It is not surprising that there is a connection in the dark.

Many monks practice the same skills, and when they come together, there will be a little resonance between the skills, which is basically what it means.

In addition, there is also a blood connection.

When close relatives meet, they can't help feeling good.

Yuan Fengshan and the others tried to communicate with the painting sage, but the painting sage ignored them.

Facing Liu Wuxie's questions, Hua Sheng answered every question.

However, many questions had no answers at all, and the painting saint didn't know where he was or what happened before.

No matter what Liu Wuxie asked, he couldn't remember the answer.

"Wu Xie, have you found a way to leave the Prisoner's Abyss?"

Yuan Fengshan looked anxious, and he wanted to pass the good news to the family as soon as possible.

The ghost master's people have already fled, and they should have mastered the way to leave.

"It's actually not difficult to leave." Liu Wuxie had a smile on his lips, refined the evil spirit body, and understood the Prisoner Spirit Abyss better.