"Hua Mei, stand behind me. I'll deal with these wandering ghosts!"
Ye Mo looked at the countless silhouettes that were closing in on him. He grabbed the Feng Ling God Punishing Spear and waved it. The Spear Light bombarded their bodies, forcing them to retreat. Cries of pain could be heard from their bodies. First High? Wen.com?
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However, the wandering spirits acted as if they were unaffected by Ye Mo's attack. After taking a few steps back, they continued walking forward.
"What happened?"
Ye Mo could clearly feel that these wandering spirits weren't very strong. However, after being hit by his attack, the wounds started to emit white smoke as they automatically healed.
This scene caused him to be slightly shocked. One must know that his weapon was a Pseudo-Dao Weapon. No matter how strong the defense was, it would still be torn apart by his attack.
"Ye Mo, this Lone Soul Painting contains the Martial Dao of the second clan leader of the Painting Clan," Ye Mo said. "The Lone Souls and Wild Ghosts he drew have strong defenses. No matter how strong an attack is, it won't be able to break their defense."
Li Huamei's gaze flickered as she saw a lone soul lunging towards her. She flipped over a scroll in her hand and sealed it up. "Given my current strength, I can only use the painting to seal them up one by one. However, there seem to be other experts among these lone souls. There are too many of them, and I can't seal them all in time."
"Other experts? Could it be that there were other experts who barged into this place? "
Ye Mo said.
"That should be the case. This is an important area of our Painting Clan and there is almost no one that can enter. Unless their strength has reached the World King realm, they can only honestly pass through."
Li Huamei said, "Originally, there were less than twenty wandering ghosts in the Lone Soul Diagram. Now, there are at least a hundred of them. If we don't have a way to deal with them, I'm afraid we'll become one of them."
As she spoke, Li Huamei sealed another Lone Soul. But there were too many Lone Souls in the hall. Even if Ye Mo gave it his all, he could only force them back.
"Master, don't waste any more time. If you drag this on, you won't be able to escape at all. Just open an exit and rush into that passageway."
Little Qing said.
"Opening an exit … With my current strength, I'm afraid it'll be very difficult."
Ye Mo frowned. There were at least a thousand Lone Souls in the palace. Although they moved slowly, they surrounded the palace like a human wall. It would be easy to force them back, but it would be extremely difficult to create an exit.
"Hua Mei, you're not a member of the Painting Clan? Can you draw the sea water? "
Ye Mo said as he suddenly recalled.
"Sure!"
Hua Mei said as she resisted.
"Then you draw out the seawater, and I'll attack with all my strength to open an exit and rush in."
With a sweep of his spear, Ye Mo once again forced the approaching Lone Souls to retreat.
Ao ao ao ao ao!
Those Lone Souls weren't afraid of Ye Mo's attack at all. Once again, they slowly closed in. In their eyes, Ye Mo and Li Huamei were their prey. They wanted to tear them apart and turn them into existences like themselves.
Li Huamei also drew again and again, turning into a picture of a torrential sea. Large amounts of seawater also rushed out of the picture.
Seeing this, Ye Mo's expression flickered. With a wave of his long spear, a huge amount of seawater poured into the long spear.
Red Emperor Slash!
Ye Mo shouted fiercely. The long spear drew a majestic mark in the air. Borrowing the power of the seawater, he brandished his attack to the limit. A huge sea dragon rushed out, sending a large number of Lone Souls in front of them flying. In an instant, an opening appeared.
"Let's go!"
Ye Mo pulled Li Huamei and rushed into the tunnel. The tunnel was pitch-black. Only the end of the tunnel had a bit of light passing through.
"What a powerful attack."
Li Huamei exclaimed, "He can actually borrow the power of the seawater. This time, we've entered the tunnel. They shouldn't be able to chase after us."
"Your Painting Clan is really not simple. Wait, it won't be another painting, right?"
Ye Mo took a deep breath and put away the Fengling God Punishing Spear. He looked around and found that there were many scrolls hanging on the wall. On each scroll, there was a picture of a diagram.
"Ye Mo, don't look at them. These scrolls all contain powerful wills. Just one look and you might get sucked into them."
"Is that so?"
"Really?"
Ye Mo retracted his gaze and exclaimed, "What's the principle behind these paintings? They look so lifelike. Looking at them, I feel like they're right beside me."
"This is the innate ability of our Painting Clan. However, I have yet to reach this level. Otherwise, I would also be able to draw a painting with a concept and kill without leaving a trace."
Li Huamei said.
"What is the ranking of your Painting Race's innate ability?"
Asked Ye Mo curiously.
"I heard from my father that the Innate Ability of our Painting Race is ranked 51st on the Innate Ability Ranking List. However, although there are strong and weak Innate Abilities, what is truly powerful is not the Innate Ability but the person who wields it. Even if it is the same type of Innate Ability, some martial artists are able to wield it to an incomparably powerful level."
Li Huamei said, "Back then, the most talented martial artist of our Painting Clan was the Young Patriarch, Hua Yixian. Not only was her martial dao talent powerful, but even her innate abilities were displayed to the extreme. Many of the paintings in this passageway were her works."
"Back then, after your Young Clan Head married the Martial God Palace's Young Palace Master, she mysteriously disappeared. That Young Palace Master also mysteriously disappeared. There is probably something strange going on now."
Ye Mo guessed.
"There is indeed something strange. But it's been so many years. Our Painting Clan has already been exterminated. Only my sister and I are left. There's nothing we can do anymore. Let's go in. I can sense that the God of the Dead Painting should be up ahead."
The two of them talked as they walked. Very soon, they reached the entrance of the passageway.
However, what appeared in front of them was actually a bottomless abyss. Looking down, it was simply boundless, as if it was the mouth of a giant beast that could devour everything. A terrifying pressure also descended from the sky. Anyone who floated in the sky would be crushed by this pressure and fall into the abyss.
"This is another painting, the Abyss Painting. It was drawn by the third Clan Head of our Painting Clan."
Li Huamei was surprised. She said, "Could it be that if we really want to find the God of the Dead Painting, we need to go through three paintings?"
"Three paintings?"
Ye Mo said doubtfully, "Could it be that your Painting Clan has three Clan Heads?"
"That's right. Our second Clan Head drew the Lone Soul Painting. The third Clan Head drew the Abyss Painting. As for the first Clan Head, he drew the Dead Water Painting."
Li Huamei frowned and said, "Looks like it won't be so easy for us to find the God of the Dead Painting."
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