On the same day, Wuqi left here and rushed to Sword Saint City as fast as he could. When he arrived at Sword Saint City, it was already early in the morning of the next day, and the first day had passed in a hurry.

Early the next morning, Wu Qi didn't even care about the time to eat and rest, so he directly found Xiaopang and entered the imperial city, and saw the sword saint Abel again.

"Little one. Why are you here again?" Abel asked curiously.

"Uncle. Do you remember what you promised me?"

"Yes. Abel nodded without hesitation and said, "What, you have thought of the content now?"

"Yes. Wuqi nodded again and again, he took a deep breath slowly, and then said seriously: "I hope Uncle you can help me once." ”

Abel's face suddenly showed a look of disappointment, but then he smiled confidently: "It turns out that it's that simple. Tell me, who the hell is that guy? I'll get rid of him for you right now. ”

Wuqi shook his head and didn't speak. Abel felt strange, but his expression remained unchanged, and he asked calmly, "What's the matter?"

"Nope. Wuqi's face gradually showed an unconfident look, and he looked at Abel hesitantly and lowered his head and thought for a long time before he said in a deep voice: "I want to ask Uncle first, in your cultivation for so many years, have you ever met or heard of an opponent who is both like a human and not a human?"

I don't know how to describe it, right. Only...... It's like fighting with a human soul. Uncle, have you ever met an opponent who has no body but only a soul?"

Abel couldn't help but be stunned.

Souls? Or can they fight? Do people really have souls after they die?

He thought for a moment, and a faint smile gradually appeared on his face, and replied, "Little one." Have you gone to the world of ordinary people to watch too many movies and watch too much? How can such a thing as a soul exist! If it really exists, why have I never seen it once in all the years that I have been cultivating with Dou Sheng and your master? What other souls do you say can fight. It's not funny at all. ”

"But. It was a soul that could fight! And he tried to take my body, but failed. Wuqi was not angry, he also knew very well that anyone who listened to his words would make fun of himself, and he had no evidence to prove it now, so he could only try his best to make Abel believe in himself. So he tried to explain.

Abel still wanted to speak, but when he saw the aggrieved expression on Wuqi's face, he was about to cry, so he felt a little unbearable in his heart, and after thinking about it for a while, he nodded slowly and said, "Okay then." I believe you. ”

"Uncle Xie Lu, Uncle Xie, my condition is that I hope you can help me kill that soul!" Wuqi's face immediately showed a look of surprise, but as soon as he finished speaking, he saw Abel hurriedly stretch out his hand to stop him: "Don't rush to thank me first."

Tell me where the soul you are talking about. I'm going to check it out now. If you do find that soul, I can help you. But if not, then you can change the conditions. ”

Aburnen helps, that's enough. Wuqi's heart was suddenly excited, he was confident that with the strength of the peak of the Sword Saint Abel's Sanctuary Domain, it would be effortless to kill the red-haired old man hiding in the blood-red heavy sword, so he did not hesitate to tell Abel where Chloyd was.

Abel nodded lightly, and the whole person immediately turned into a long rainbow and broke through the air. His speed was too fast, and in a flash, he only flew in the air for a short ten minutes, and the person stopped, and began to look down from the sky. There were three men and one beast standing there.

A human teenager, an adult elven man, a human maiden, and a juvenile cat-like monster. Abel didn't plan to go down to disturb them, he had also cultivated for so many years, and he knew that if what this kid said was true, he would inevitably startle the snake if he did so, so he chose to quietly observe from a high altitude that the three of them could not detect.

As the minutes passed, the sky gradually turned white and black, and the sun overhead had unconsciously set from the far east to below the horizon in the west, leaving only a red edge. After Abel learned the news from Wuqi, he flew out of the imperial city as soon as possible and came here. He had been observing since early in the morning, and until now it was getting dark, he didn't notice any unusual movement of the three people under him, let alone the soul with a powerful aura that Wu Qi said. ,

So, after the last ray of light on the edge of the sky disappeared and the sky was suddenly shrouded in darkness, he was like a dazzling meteor, "whoosh" directly cut through the sky, returned home, and came to Wuqi's body.

"How's it going? As soon as he saw Abel returning, Wuqi hurriedly asked.

Abel glanced at Wuqi angrily, did not speak, but a trace of anger flashed in his eyes, and he turned around and brushed his sleeves away. Wuqi suddenly stayed on the spot, his head went blank, and after a while, he suddenly came back to his senses, looked at Abel's back as he gradually moved away, and said in a lost voice: "Uncle, you won't have found that soul all day, right?

Abel's footsteps slowly stopped, but he still didn't look back, just said in a slightly angry tone, "Little guy." I'm busy and have a lot to do tomorrow. Forget it once today. I don't want you to play such boring jokes with me in the future. You go, come back to me when you have the conditions in mind. ”

After speaking, he glanced at the swordsman Olich, who had been waiting for him in the main hall, and whispered, "Send off." After that, the man gradually disappeared into the main hall. Wuqi wanted to say something, but he could only be powerlessly sent out of the imperial city by Olich, whose strength was far beyond his two realms.

When he saw that he was driven out of the imperial city by a group of guards and was heavily blocked by two iron gates, Wuqi suddenly felt a sense of death, as if there were only these two gates in the entire world, the inside of the door represented life, and the outside of the door represented death. The feeling of loss suddenly invaded his whole mind like a tidal wave, and Wuqi spent the second night in this depressed mood.

He was so tired that he had hardly rested once the day and night before, and had not eaten a mouthful of food, and the next day was the same. Under the triple torture of urgency, hunger and loss, how could he not feel more tired, Wuqi didn't even go to the hotel that night, and fell asleep directly on the street. I don't even have the mood to practice every day.

At noon the next day, the sun was shining above Wuqi's head, and he had not yet risen. He was actually awake, and he woke up early. Although he is tired and lost, his partner is in danger, and today is five days away from the agreed deadline. It took a full day to get on the road, which meant that Nakolulu, Xius, and Xiaobai only had four days left to die.

How can he sleep well at this life-and-death crisis, but he can't think of any way, even if he wants to break his head, he can't see any hope, so he had a lot of nightmares last night.

Abel had been his only hope, but now that the door to hope was closed, he didn't want to wake up, preferring that it was just one of the many nightmares he had had last night, and that everything would have been false as soon as he got up on his own. But the cold ground reminded him everywhere that he was not lying in bed, and that it was all true.

"Give way, this friend. I'm going to do business. When Wuqi was still pretending to be asleep in a self-deceptive manner, he was suddenly pushed by a person, and his body involuntarily rolled out two or three meters, and after hitting the wall, he subconsciously let out a muffled snort.

After grinning and getting up from the ground, Wuqi glanced at the position where he was lying just now, and suddenly couldn't help grinning, it turned out to be an old man who was not much taller than himself, the old man's hair was very dense on both sides but bald in the middle, it turned out to be a standard Mediterranean hairstyle.

The old man was a very strange man, pushing a wooden cart with four wheels under it, and on it were some paintbrushes, drawings rolled into barrels, and several bottles of paint.

It turned out to be a painter, but after the old man slowly arranged all the painting tools on a cement table stall of the same height next to the cart, he actually tore down a large banner from the cart and inserted it in front of the stall, on which were four large "genius painter" banners.

After the old man had done all his work, he immediately sat down on a square wooden chair, poured a cup of coffee and drank it, looking very leisurely, and after only a few minutes, the guests began to patronize the old man's stall one after another.

But unlike the business of the small stalls and vendors around the old man, the customers who patronized the old man turned out to be some dignified and handsome nobles dressed in gorgeous costumes, and every guest who came to let the old man paint actually nodded to the old man again and again after buying what he needed. ,

Completely inconsistent with the attitude of the aristocracy towards the poor, Wuqi couldn't help but step forward with some curiosity. At this time, there were a lot of guests in front of the old man's stall, and the old man could not be seen from the outside, only the customers outside. He thought for a moment, then finally squeezed in.

The advantage of being small and short was brought into full play at this time, and it didn't take much effort for Wuqi to easily squeeze into the best position in front of the old man's stall, and he subconsciously looked down at the old man's hands.

The old man's movements were very fast, and at this time the fingers of his left and right hands were painted with different paints at the same time, not with a paintbrush, but directly with his fingers on the paper. A piece of white paper that was originally empty, but after the old man casually danced on it with his fingers, a goshawk with wings spread magically appeared.

At a glance, whether it is the demeanor or movements, even the color of the goshawk's fur is like a real goshawk, there is no trace of falsehood, the real one is a little unbelievable, and the outrageous feeling suddenly shocked Wuqi's heart.

This...... It's the real painting! It's like the real thing, it's amazing!

After carefully looking at the goshawk on the painting no less than ten times, Wuqi finally couldn't help but let out a heartfelt admiration in his heart, and at the same time, he also admired the old man's amazing painting skills, and suddenly had a certain feeling of enlightenment in his heart, as if the layer of window paper leading to the high-level cultivator that he had always wanted to pierce but couldn't break was about to break.

After watching the old man finish several impeccable paintings in a row, Wuqi was no longer angry, he wanted to say thank you to the old man, but he only looked up at the old man, and the shock in his heart was suddenly like a monstrous wave, completely engulfing him in an instant, and the gratitude to his mouth disappeared in an instant, and was completely replaced by shock.

A look of disbelief suddenly appeared in Wuqi's eyes, and he looked directly into the old man's eyes, and for a moment, he couldn't say a word in shock.

How could it be...... He turned out to be a blind man!!