"Painting Treasure!"
As the scroll flew over, Elder Lin Feng's expression finally changed!
Anyone who can use the Painting Treasure must be at least in the Innate Realm.
With such a powerhouse present, he simply cannot protect the disciples of Wanzai Peak.
Elder Lin Feng couldn't fathom why these Ghost Cultivators would take such a great risk to ambush them at the foot of Dao Mountain Ancient Land.
Even if they were trying to kill direct disciples or inner sect disciples from each peak, it wouldn't matter. Their Wanzai Peak only has some miscellaneous disciples, not even one in the Postnatal Realm; would they really take such risks for them?
To kill a few miscellaneous disciples, even Innate experts made a move and brought out the Painting Treasure; what for?
But at this moment, there was no time for him to think. That flying scroll slowly unfurled, and the sound of a mighty river was already echoing in everyone's ears.
The scene from the scroll depicted a raging river!
The turbulent waters seemed to flow rapidly to the end of the void.
"What is that!" Many disciples were dumbfounded, seeing the river actually fly out of the scroll, the turbulent waters directly blocking their path, sealing this surrounding area of a kilometer completely!
No path was left open for them.
Everyone seemed to be locked in a prison, blocked by a mighty river, every drop of which was imbued with penetrating power. If anyone dared to step in, they might instantly be shattered into pieces!
"It's the Painting Treasure." At this time, Li Hengsheng also panicked.
He was seeing the Painting Treasure for the first time in his life.
Other disciples didn't recognize it, but Li Hengsheng knew about it; after all, his father Li Changqing was a painter, albeit a mediocre one. But having grown up influenced by him, Li Hengsheng had some understanding of painters.
When painters grow strong, they can paint treasures.
They can blend a landscape into their painting, bestowing powerful abilities upon it.
But to create a Painting Treasure is not a matter of days, requiring extremely high standards for the painter and consuming them immensely. Thus, every Painting Treasure is an exceptionally rare artifact.
Li Hengsheng never imagined that he, a mere Transcendent Realm small fry, would one day be dealt with using a Painting Treasure.
His feelings were incredibly complex at the moment.
The appearance of the Painting Treasure also indicated that there was definitely an Innate Realm powerhouse among them!
Only Innate Powerhouse's True Qi can manipulate the Painting Treasure; even a Postnatal Peak expert like Elder Lin Feng cannot activate it.
At this moment, Li Hengsheng was in despair.
They couldn't withstand the Innate; the gap between Innate and Postnatal, though a thin veil, is enormous!
Before the powerhouses of Dao Mountain Ancient Land arrive, they might be crushed into dust.
Seeing the path blocked by the Long River Painting Treasure, a solemn look flashed in Elder Lin Feng's eyes.
Today's affair seems irreparable.
"Kill!"
The shout of killing shook the heavens, as about twenty Ghost Cultivator experts all charged forward.
Each eye was like a hungry wolf, wanting to slaughter the disciples of Wanzai Peak, a level of murderous intent the disciples had never felt before!
The murderous intent pressed down on their hearts like substance, causing many to wet their pants on the spot, with some even having their knees go weak, collapsing to the ground and unable to stand again.
The helplessness and panic in their eyes reached an extreme.
"Come behind me." At this moment, Li Hengsheng gritted his teeth and pulled the stunned Lu Qiaoqiao behind him.
"Senior brother!" Lu Qiaoqiao exclaimed in surprise.
"I'll protect you." Despite Li Hengsheng's own pallor, his stance remained upright.
His eyes were like a starving wolf, fixed on the front, with a look ready for a desperate fight. No matter who charged forward, Li Hengsheng would tear a piece off them.
"With me here, I won't let you die before me." Li Hengsheng said firmly.
Upon hearing this, Lu Qiaoqiao shivered, looking at the figure in front of her, not tall, yet at that moment gave her such a sense of security.
"Humph!"
Just then, a muffled hum suppressed the sound of killing!
Elder Lin Feng's Inner Strength surged, his long hair dancing, a matching deadly aura spreading around: "Ghost Race wretches, really think my Dao Mountain Ancient Land is unguarded? Dare to touch my Dao Mountain Ancient Land's disciples, the old man will send you to become true ghosts!"
"Indestructible!"
As soon as the voice fell, golden light burst from Elder Lin Feng, suddenly covering his entire body, like enveloped by a golden ancient bell.
"Boom!"
A Ghost Cultivator had already arrived in front, the incoming foe's long staff descending directly onto Elder Lin Feng's shoulder!
The heaviness of the long staff coupled with this Ghost Cultivator's Postnatal Perfection Realm strength was enough to crush everything.
The dull sound made the Ghost Cultivator reveal a cold smile; resisting him with brute force? Isn't this courting death?
But the next moment, his smile froze.
Because as the staff descended, it seemed to smash against a piece of steel, unable to move Elder Lin Feng's body at all.
"Power of a Thousand Forces!"
Screaming again, Elder Lin Feng's eyes like lightning, he struck out with a palm!
The vast and overwhelming palm force seemed to gather invincible divine power, instantly making the Ghost Cultivator feel immense danger, directly crossing the staff in front of his chest!
But what he didn't expect was that Elder Lin Feng's palm directly broke the long staff in two, simultaneously piercing through his chest!
Crushing his heart directly.
"Such terrifying force!"
With Elder Lin Feng's strike, everyone present was immensely shocked.
Ghost Cultivators were sweating coldly; is this even human?
His sleeves already soaked with blood, Elder Lin Feng's strike intimidated a group of Ghost Cultivators, his furious gaze sweeping around, the smell of blood drifting in the wind, fresh blood still dripping from his hands.
At this moment, he resembled an insurmountable mountain, preventing the Ghost Cultivators from daring to act rashly.
Indeed, with Elder Lin Feng's strong and ruthless elimination of a Postnatal Perfection Realm Ghost Cultivator just now, his cruel methods birthed fear in their hearts.
Even the disciples of Wanzai Peak behind were startled by Elder Lin Feng's action.
Usually so gentle, Elder Lin Feng turned out to be so fierce.
"Who else wants to die, step forward now, old man will send you to become true ghosts." Elder Lin Feng spoke calmly, as if discussing a trivial matter.
"Trying to stall?" Just then, a cold voice echoed: "Swift battle, quick resolution."
As soon as the words fell, everyone felt a figure appear like a ghost!
The figure moved like the wind, swift as a phantom, swinging a sword, directly charging at Elder Lin Feng.
The oppression of this attack filled Elder Lin Feng's heart with dread.
Innate is making a move!
"Indestructible!"
"Power of a Thousand Forces!"
The radiant golden glow intensified, while the power of the mountains and rivers exploded; faced with this sword strike, Elder Lin Feng had no way to dodge. If he evaded, the disciples behind from Wanzai Peak were destined to die!