The Heavenly Painting of the Eight Immortals of Xuan Luo was no small matter.
When it was set up, it destroyed all the defensive formations within a radius of billions of miles.
The divine art traps that Xie Tian had set up all over the mountain had also disappeared.
In a dense forest thousands of miles away from Profound Inquisition City.
The pale-faced Bell was still setting up her traps.
Mu Ye looked down at Bell, who still didn't open her eyes, and sighed bitterly.
An Xi had gone out to lure his pursuers away.
Bell had run for her life, and now, she was injured and setting up traps.
"If I'd known this would happen, I wouldn't have accepted Xie Tian's gift and lived …"
Mu Ye was filled with guilt for dragging his two disciples into this mess, but he also missed the Great Elder of Mu Ye Cave.
"Xie Tian …"
Mu Ye was extremely grateful when he thought of Xie Tian.
"Save the Old Man from Hai Cave …"
"Save the Old Man …"
"Teach the Old Man's two disciples, and leave behind countless abandoned immortal crystals so that they can break through to the next realm …"
…
"Xie Tian, how can the Old Man repay your kindness …"
"Senior, just live well and that will be enough to repay me."
At the sight of Xie Tian's sudden appearance, Mu Ye was so scared that his soul shrank back into his body.
"Grand … Great Elder! Wah! "
Bell, who was setting up traps, turned around.
Why the hell are you still setting traps?
Ling Dang, who was filled with grievances, bawled and pounced on Xie Tian.
Xie Tian put a hand on Bell's forehead, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. Then, he hooked the giggling Bell into his arms.
"Hello, Little Bell."
"Father, father, father, hehe, hehehe …"
Mu Ye, who was lying on the ground, suppressed his joy and shouted, "Grand Elder, go and save An Xi! He went out alone to lure the people from the Xuan Luo Immortal Realm away and hasn't returned yet!"
Xie Tian sighed.
"An Xi has been captured."
Bell panicked. "Great Elder, save Third Junior Brother!"
"I will."
Xie Tian didn't say much about the secret practice. He looked at the three of them and said, "I'll arrange it again. You guys wait here."
"Grand Elder, I'll go with you!" Ling Dang said through gritted teeth. "These animals almost killed Little Ling Dang!"
A cold glint flashed in Xie Tian's eyes. He shook his head and said, "The Xuan Luo Eight Immortals' Heavenly Painting is covering the surrounding area of the Mysterious Seeking City. This place is also the Undying Heavenly Painting Realm. Apart from elite sovereigns, only Xuan Luo's prodigies come and go. You can't leave."
It wasn't that Xie Tian was looking down on the bell.
Bell's terrifying ability was useless in a chaotic battle.
As for himself, he was best at group battles.
After hastily arranging it, Xie Tian told Ling Dang the locations of the few Teleportation Restrictions.
"I've already set up a teleportation portal. If anyone tries to force their way in, don't hesitate and head there immediately."
Ling Dang nodded fiercely. "Great Elder, avenge Little Ling Dang!"
Xie Tian grinned and disappeared.
Under Liu Yong's overwhelming cold aura, Mister Xiuyang saw the restrictions that Xie Tian had set up.
He would never forget the Teleportation Restriction that had been used to counterattack the number one prodigy of the Three Thousand Realms.
"It's him, it's really him …"
Mister Xiuyang slowly raised his head and looked at Liu Yong. His charming voice was full of complex emotions.
"Lord, he's here …"
Seeing that Mister Xiuyang was still keeping him in suspense, Liu Yong was so angry that he laughed. "Who's here?"
Mister Xiuyang sighed bitterly and spat out two words.
The two words were very light, like a breeze blowing, intoxicating people.
Unexpectedly, the two words were wine. After being intoxicated, the aftereffects were like thunder!
Liu Yong's pupils gradually widened, and his voice changed. He said with a trembling voice, "It's, it's him?"
Xiuyang smiled bitterly and nodded.
Whoosh!
Liu Yong lifted Mister Xiuyang up and looked at the face that made him feel nauseous from a close distance. However, he didn't have the slightest desire to vomit, only horror.
"Are, are you sure?"
Mister Xiuyang's expression was a little dazed, but his voice was powerful.
"I will use my cultivation as a guarantee. He's the successor of the Evil Emperor, Xie Tian!"
Boom!
A bolt of lightning struck down, and the surrounding Liu Family members staggered!
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
A few bolts of lightning struck down, and the absent-minded Liu Yong retreated a few steps.
"Body cultivator …"
"Excellent comprehension …"
"Ruthless killing …"
"Specialized in killing the geniuses of the Xuan, Lin, and Qiu Families …"
"In the Six Immortal Heavenly Painting, Chu Lingxian and Celestial Garment took first and second place …"
This was half of his life in his memory.
"Three cultivators in one body …"
"Excellent comprehension …"
"Ruthless killing …"
"He has a grudge with the Xuan, Lin, and Qiu Families …"
"Chu Lingxian is his elder brother, and Celestial Garment had helped him before …"
This was the Xie Tian in his memory.
Boom!
The two of them collided, but they didn't fly back. Instead, they fused as one.
"It's him, it's really him …"
Liu Yong shook his head violently, but he couldn't shake off the disbelief and incredulity in his mind.
"Didn't he enter the Rakshasa Prison through the God Monarch Passage …"
"Anyone below the Celestial Venerable Realm will die in there. How did he manage to get out …"
"With the pressure from the Upper Realm looming over us, how did he recover in just a few years … No!"
"Not only did he recover, but his combat prowess is also dozens of times more terrifying than the Lower Realm!"
"This is bad …"
Suddenly realizing that the fake half life was the real Xie Tian, Liu Yong's soul almost left his body.
"This won't do. I must inform the Xuan Luo Pavilion of this matter. Otherwise, the geniuses of the Xuanluo Immortal Kingdom will be in danger!"
Liu Yong was no mediocre person.
He was very clear that if the Xuan Luo Celestial Domain's nemesis was half-dead, the Xuan Luo Pavilion might still have the intention to recruit them after the gods were defeated. However, the successor of the Demonic Emperor was someone they would never recruit even if they were beaten to death!
"Lord …"
Seeing that Liu Yong was about to leave, Mister Xiuyang spoke up.
Liu Yong turned to look at Mister Xiuyang and forced a smile.
"Liu Xiuyang, you've done a great job. Wait for the reward from the Xuan Luo Pavilion …"
"Xiuyang, I don't want the reward." Mister Xiuyang sighed and said softly, "But Lord, please reconsider."
Liu Yong frowned. "Reconsider what?"
Xiuyang looked up at Xie Tian, who was no longer hiding his killing intent. He muttered, "My Liu Clan has always kept a low profile. Why should we provoke him …"
Boom!
Another bolt of lightning struck the heads of the Liu Clan.
Liu Yong stopped in his tracks. His face was gloomy.
"The successor of the Evil Emperor is someone who must be killed by the Divine Decree of the two God Realms …"
"But this person's style of doing things has always been that if people don't offend him, he won't offend them …"
"Under the Divine Decree of the God Realms, and with the Kongming Celestial Region leading the way, he should be dead for sure …"
"My Liu Clan really doesn't need to do anything …"
"But the Xuan Clan is getting stronger. If we don't do anything, my Liu Clan will …"
Just as he was hesitating …
Boom!
Xie Tian landed on the ground and looked at Xuan Qing and the hundreds of undying prodigies.
Xuan Qing sneered. "Half-life, you really came!"
Xie Tian nodded. "As you wish, I came."
"Xuan Ling City let you escape last time. So this time," Xuan Qing looked around and sneered, "I made an even bigger formation. You shouldn't be able to escape, right?"
Xie Tian looked around and smiled.
"Pfft!" Xuan Qing laughed. "You can still laugh at this point?"
"Cut the crap."
Xie Tian hooked his finger at the hundreds of people.
"Come, die before you land. I lose."
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