I am a living immortal.

A scaled arm stretched out.

The ropes and brocade belts that bound him were torn into pieces, but the torn ropes and brocade belts were once again attached to Hei Wuxiang's body to bind him tightly.

The more you struggle, the tighter it gets.

Hei Wuxiang tore off a piece of brocade ribbon and raised his hand to point at the two men.

The two elders of the Qixia Sect felt the air beside them solidify and huge waves rose on the water surface, trying to swallow them, but the two men still did not move, creating an opportunity for Huang San.

"Now!" The two of them gritted their teeth and persisted, letting the water vapor hit their faces.

Huang San moved instantly.

The battle momentum that had just been established was broken in the blink of an eye. If we don't take action now, we may not have another chance.

The sleeve of his hand shattered, and a yellow ball of gas appeared in one of his hands.

The air mass flowed slowly, and Huang San crushed the air with his hands. The fishy yellow gas that had been accumulated for a long time rushed towards Hei Wuxiang like an overwhelming force.

"Mystical Power? Turbid Devouring"

A huge mouth bit down at the moment when Hei Wuxiang was unable to move.

"what!!!"

The corrosive gas and the devouring properties made Hei Wuxiang extremely painful. This move almost exhausted all his strength. If this move could not seriously injure Hei Wuxiang, the balance of victory and defeat would be completely unbalanced.

The fishy yellow gas continued to expand and contract.

Hei Wuxiang endured the pain and continued to resist. A crackling sound came from him, and he went from constant struggle to silence.

However, just like that, Huang San's expression changed.

He knew his own magical powers best. If the timing was wrong, it would be impossible for Hei Wuxiang to disappear without a sound so easily.

really.

A wisp of black gas emerged above this magical power, and then continued to spread until the entire mass of fishy yellow gas turned black, and finally became thin and fell into Hei Wuxiang's hand.

At this moment, Hei Wuxiang was extremely terrifying.

His entire body looked as if it had been splashed with strong sulfuric acid, with signs of corrosion everywhere, and acidic and unpleasant odors rising from these signs.

"Okay, okay, I really underestimated you, Huang San."

Hei Wuxiang was in a bit of a mess, and he rolled over on his body trying to heal, but the acid prevented that from happening.

The pain is a small matter. The most important thing is the devouring attribute. Once it is devoured, it disappears. This is something that Hei Wuxiang did not expect.

"All die!!!"

A violent black gas erupted.

All the immortal cultivators looked pale.

Shao Shang seemed to have sensed something as well, and he diverted a bit of his attention, but was then knocked away by a punch from the Cang Yue Wolf King.

"Where are you looking?"

Just when everyone thought they were doomed.

Hei Wuxiang stopped what he was doing and looked in one direction, his face full of solemnity: "Since you are here, come out."

As soon as the words fell, a scroll flew out from the void.

The artistic conception of the painting spreads, it is the mountains, and stairs emerge one after another.

An old man and a young boy walked out of the painting: "It seems that I came at the right time."

The old man smiled, and a boy of about seventeen or eighteen years old followed him, looking around. Finally, his eyes fell on Hei Wuxiang, and he seemed eager to try.

"Yuan'er, you are not his opponent yet."

After these words came out, Lin Yuan hung his head.

The two spoke lightly, seemingly not afraid of the ferocious and evil Hei Wuxiang, but the artistic conception behind it did not dissipate.

But Hei Wuxiang's eyes were still full of fear.

These two people, no matter how they appeared or the pressure they put on him, were enormous.

This kind of pressure can only come from those who have entered the path of Taoism.

Neither side dared to act rashly. The sudden appearance of a new force, Shen Qiu's arrival, caused the managers of the Treasure Pavilion to stop fighting. Only Shao Shang and the Cang Yue Wolf King did not stop. Shao Shang breathed a sigh of relief and was finally able to devote himself to the battle, while the Cang Yue Wolf King also did not want this battle to end hastily.

Hei Wuxiang could never have imagined that even in such a situation, an accident still happened, and the arrival of a Taoist practitioner could completely reverse the situation.

Since he came and didn't leave, it means he will definitely participate.

And Hei Wuxiang will not let him leave.

But can he really keep the other person?

Shen Qiu smiled, completely ignoring the atmosphere at the scene and said to himself, "How about it, still fighting? I'll accompany you."

Hei Wuxiang did not answer.

He was considering the consequences of taking action.

The next moment, Hei Wuxiang attacked fiercely, he had no choice.

A huge black gas swept over, and black air flow swept over the scaled handle.

This move looked very familiar; it was a replica of Huang San's Eclipse. This time, there was no sign at all.

Facing sudden attacks.

Shen Qiu didn't panic. He turned the brush in his hand around and tapped it in the air.

[Ink painting of rivers and streams]

The river surged out from this ink mark and continuously washed away the corrosive aura. Before the surging river, the corrosive aura disappeared into thin air in an instant, and even a lot of the black air on Hei Wuxiang's body was washed away.

Then Shen Qiu swung his brush again.

The rivers and lakes froze in an instant, and Hei Wuxiang, who was trapped in them, felt that he could not move at all.

Although Hei Wuxiang clearly has the attributes of a dragon, he found that he could not control the flow of water at all, and could not even move it at all.

This took him by surprise.

As if sensing Hei Wuxiang's surprise, Shen Qiu explained, "Back then, a friend of mine snatched control of my artistic conception from me. People always have to improve, after all. Hehe, how do you feel?"

Hei Wuxiang's black energy tried to replicate this move.

However, Shen Qiu's artistic conception belongs to his feelings. Hei Wuxiang can replicate other people's moves and even other people's magical powers, but he cannot replicate what he thought at that time. Even if it is the same scenery, different people have different perceptions, and the perceptions are different at different times.

What you think when you see a scene in the previous second is different from what you think when you see a scene in the next second.

Why can Hei Wuxiang be replicated?

He can't replicate it.

"Don't waste your energy." Shen Qiu said with a smile.

Hei Wuxiang's heart sank. The five elements of heaven and earth are mutually generated and restrained. He actually encountered a method that could restrain him at this moment. His luck was really bad.

Hei Wuxiang kept mobilizing his strength to try to break through this predicament, but now he could only use the strength he was least proficient in.

With a loud "boom", the artistic conception was shattered.

Hei Wuxiang was breathing heavily, and he was in a truly miserable state at this moment.

For Shen Qiu, this is just a bit of artistic conception in ink.

"Certainly!"

Write lightly with a brush.

A word "ding" appeared in the air.

Hei Wuxiang raised his hand to fight back, but his black energy solidified again the moment it touched the word "Ding", and then spread to his entire body. It was another strange method.

"This is also a method I learned from a friend. I wonder what you think of it."

Hei Wuxiang: Your friend has so many things to do.

Unfortunately, he couldn't even open his mouth. It turned out that those who entered the Tao were not on the same level as ordinary cultivators.