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Jiuhua Mountain is a breathtaking mountain surrounded by lush green trees and ancient trees that are thousands of years old. The peaks rise and fall, shrouded in clouds and mist, creating a secluded and ethereal paradise.
Wu Sheng and Hang Lin appeared here, but there was no time to appreciate the beauty of this scenery.
Hang Lin's gaze was as sharp as an eagle's. He sniffed the air, "There's a strong demonic energy here. It seems The Immortal in the Painting is nearby."
Wu Sheng tightly gripped the sword in his hand, "We must be careful. We don't know what methods he will use to attack us."
At that moment, a chilling laughter echoed in the air, "Hmph, perfect timing. I was just thinking of finding someone to spar with."
A figure drifted out from the woods, and it was none other than The Immortal in the Painting they were looking for.
"Are you The Immortal in the Painting?" Wu Sheng stared at the other person without turning away, but was very alert in his heart.
The Immortal in the Painting had a hint of a cold smile at the corner of his mouth, "Indeed it is I. Since you have found me, then stay and play with me!"
As soon as the words fell, he suddenly waved his hand, and a huge demonic energy surged straight towards Wu Sheng and Hang Lin.
Hang Lin quickly waved his hand to summon a water wall, temporarily blocking the demonic energy.
Wu Sheng also did not back down, raising the sword in hand high and instantly unleashing a strong sword energy, reducing the power of the demonic energy.
"Haha, interesting. But this is just the beginning!" The Immortal in the Painting laughed, and suddenly a painting scroll appeared in his hand. The fairy on the scroll suddenly came to life and walked out from the scroll.
"Be careful, this is his Art of Transformation!" shouted Wu Sheng.
The battle between the two immortals and the demon began, with every move filled with tension and danger, on the verge of erupting.
He remained silent, only smiling more sinisterly, as if hiding endless schemes. His body faintly emitted a green light, as if blending with the natural elements of Jiuhua Mountain.
Hang Lin shook his head gently, "This guy's demonic energy is not simple, there must be some means we don't know about."
Wu Sheng tightly gripped the sword handle and instantly unleashed a divine ability, attempting to temporarily block The Immortal in the Painting's actions. However, a verdant halo appeared around The Immortal in the Painting's body, reflecting the divine ability back.
"Hmph, you think you can catch me with just you guys?" The Immortal in the Painting sneered.
Seeing this, Hang Lin knew it was not good. He immediately activated his exclusive divine ability - "Thunder Strike," a flash of lightning instantly traversed through space, heading straight for The Immjsonortal in the Painting.
However, just at this critical moment, The Immortal in the Painting made an unexpected move. He suddenly took out a scroll and aimed it at the thunderous strike. A bolt of lightning appeared from the scroll, absorbing Hang Lin's attack.
"What... what kind of technique is this?" Hang Lin asked in astonishment.
"You are still too young to understand what true art is," The Immortal in the Painting chuckled triumphantly.
Meanwhile, as Wu Sheng took advantage of the attack from Hang Lin, she secretly used her sword. Suddenly, a flash of sword light struck behind the scroll.
"No good!" The Immortal in the Painting instantly realized, but it was too late to react.
The sword light accurately pierced the scroll, and the scroll instantly shattered, turning into nothingness.
"Right now, The Immortal in the Painting, what else do you have up your sleeve?" Wu Sheng said coldly.
The Immortal in the Painting's face turned pale, his lips trembling slightly, but he quickly composed himself and smiled it off.
"Even if I lose the scroll, I still have a way to deal with you."
As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly bit his finger and dropped blood on the ground. A powerful demon formation immediately formed, trapping Wu Sheng and Hang Lin within it.
"See if you still dare to underestimate me." The Immortal in the Painting grinned, but his smile was full of ferocity.
Wu Sheng and Hang Lin found themselves trapped in the demon formation, unable to move or use their divine powers.
"This demon formation is no small matter. We must find a way to break it," Hang Lin said urgently.
Wu Sheng sighed and said, "I wish I could, but under this demon formation, our powers are restricted. We can only seek the center of the storm and break it."
The two of them began to carefully observe their surroundings, trying to find the pupil of the demon formation, the center of the storm.
demon formation is filled with various ghostly shadows, creating a dazzling spectacle. A faint mist swirls around the two figures, as if trying to engulf them. The ground is covered with mysterious runes and symbols, resembling celestial scriptures.
Pointing to a rune on the ground, the person's face shows a pensive expression. "This rune seems to be used to sever the connection between the outside world and this place. If we can decipher it, perhaps we can temporarily dispel the power of demon formation."
Wu Sheng wrinkled his brow, "But the problem is, we can't use any supernatural powers right now, we can only find the middle of formation to break the spell."
Suddenly, Hang Lin's gaze fell on the top of middle of formation, where a purple light was shimmering. "There! middle of formation is right there!"
The two immediately walked towards the beam of light. With each step, the mist of the demon formation became denser, as if trying to pull them into an abyss. Fortunately, both of them were gods from the immortal realm and naturally would not be affected by this level of demonic energy.
Finally, they arrived in front of the purple beam of light. Wu Sheng took a deep breath and plunged the sword into the light.
"Break!"
With a light shout, the purple light instantly disappeared, and the mist of the demon formation dissipated along with it.
"Finally broke through," Hang Lin sighed in relief.
"Yeah, but we don't have time to rest," Wu Sheng said seriously. "The Immortal in the Painting's demonic power is gradually increasing, we must find him as soon as possible."
But when the two of them emerged from the magic circle, The Immortal in the Painting had already vanished without a trace.
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