Fantasy: Start To Break The Limit Of Cultivation

"Gang Spirit Lord, Huo Qianzhan!"

"The Tianjiao Sacred Monument was originally ranked third, but now it is ranked fourth!"

"As expected of the Gangling divine body, it's only been less than five thousand years, and it has already become an emperor!"

Listen to the voices of these people's Powers.

Ling Tian also raised his head to look at each other curiously.

He has a face in his mid-thirties, a tall and rough figure, and is dressed in a civilian vest, casually dressed.

"Young man, come to my Martial Saint land, not only can you get everything promised by these people just now."

"You can still become the third holy son of my heavenly Martial Saint, and your status is equal to mine!"

As soon as Gang Spirit Lord's words came out, everyone couldn't help taking a breath.

Ling Tian's talent is absolutely worthy of all the previous treatment.

But sitting on an equal footing with Gang Spirit Lord, it can be seen that Martial Saint is indeed sincere.

If there is no accident, Gang Spirit Lord is likely to become a saint within ten thousand years!

For a disciple who just joined Sacred Land to be able to sit on an equal footing with him, this promise is not insignificant.

No matter how strong the genius is, how many of them can be destined to become holy before they fall?

"Huo Qianzhan, don't go too far!"

The man in the pale gold robe above the sunbird had a gloomy face that was originally smiling.

After all, he is also a top player in the King Realm, a representative figure of Sacred Land, and now he is being slapped in the face like this.

"What, Daddy suppresses his own Realm to fight with you, dare?"

Huo Qianzhan is also a casual person, he speaks like a daddy, just like his clothes, he doesn't care about these superficial things at all.

This point made Ling Tian have a good impression.

Unfortunately, Martial Saint was not his target today.

"you……"

"Hmph, I don't know as much as you do."

"Junior, join me Lieyang Sacred Land, Cultivation Technique, Martial Skill, Fate, Materials, Cultivation Resources, all are up to you to choose!"

The man's words came out, and his tone was obviously tinged with displeasure.

Ling Tian frowned slightly, suffered a disadvantage from others, and ran to the young master to vent?

It's not bad that you are trying to win over the young master, but with your attitude.

Sorry, I, Ling Tian, ​​don't eat this set.

"Sorry, I'm not interested in Lieyang Sacred Land."

When Ling Tian's indifferent and calm words came out, everyone was taken aback.

You can refuse Sacred Land, and you also have the right to refuse Sacred Land.

But you have to be a little more tactful, right?

So direct without Giving face? ? ?

"Junior, you are very..."

"clang……"

Before the man finished speaking, a stone halberd was thrown in front of him.

"This is Tiannan City, please pay attention to restrain your own emotions and actions."

"The rules of the holy city cannot be broken!"

Shi Huang Cen Shan stood up slowly, his eyes sparkling.

Hearing this, many Sacred Land representatives quickly woke up.

Some of them, like Lieyang Sacred Land, almost robbed Ling Tian directly.

After all, Ling Tian's talent is really amazing, as long as he is brought into Sacred Land, even if the other party disagrees at first.

In the future, when he sees the powerful background of Sacred Land and the powerful power of Saint, I believe he will accept it soon.

Now, after being reminded by Cen Shan, they realized that the rules of the Holy City were formulated by the Sacred Lands of the entire Southern Region.

Can't break!

Ok?

Suddenly, everyone seemed to feel something, Qiqi looked up at the distant sky.

Just restored blue skies.

The clouds and mist gradually changed, and blue silk threads descended from the sky, forming a thick blue light curtain, tightly wrapping everything between the sky and the earth.

A chill spread from the light curtain to the surroundings.

Tiannan City, which was originally under the scorching sun.

now.

Snowflakes gradually began to fall in the sky.

Looking at the snowflakes flying all over the sky, everyone's eyes were slightly condensed.

"Shooting the sword against the cloud, blowing the snow and flying thousands of miles."

"The celestial maiden scatter flowers, but the snow sword does not leave a place."

The ethereal voice seems to be far away from the sky, yet close to the ear.

in an instant.

A blue ice sword that lasted an unknown number of battles slowly stood in midair.

"Crazy!"

With an icy bird neighing, a huge and beautiful blue bird slowly appeared in everyone's eyes.

The ice kite bird is a direct descendant of the mythical ice phoenix.

Even if it is a descendant, it is a real beast.

This can be comparable to the existence of Vermilion Bird!

Use the sword to clear the way, and the beast is the seat.

"Could it be that the one from the Flying Snow Sect is here?"

Shihuang just spoke, and everyone seemed to think of something.

Flying Snow Holy Sect, also known as Sacred Land.

Why is it called Shengzong, because it is not a power in the Southern Region.

It is one of the two Great Saint sects of the Arctic Ice Field.

It is also the only Sect in the entire Qianlong Continent that has produced a female emperor!

Sect only accepts women, and only women with outstanding looks who fit the ice attribute Cultivation Technique.

It is no exaggeration to say that every female disciple of Feixue Sect is even the most ordinary female disciple.

On the outside, it is also the existence of a beautiful country.

The Flying Snow Sect has nine peaks and three halls.

Among them, the most famous one is Feixue Sword Palace!

Feixue Sword Palace is famous throughout Qianlong Continent.

The female disciples of the Sword Palace are almost invincible against Realm when they go out at random.

What does it mean that a woman does not give way to a man, this is it!

Judging from this posture, the person coming is very likely to be the current Hall Master of Feixue Sword Hall.

Ji Muxue, dear!

When the aura was strong, the noble and cold ice kite slowly shrunk to about a hundred, and stopped in front of the sky in the middle of the sky.

In the eyes, women in blue and white dresses, holding long swords, and wearing veils appeared in everyone's eyes.

Especially the one at the head.

The body is slender and plump, the steps are light, the fingers are slender, and the skin is like cream.

She was wearing a blue dress, with a white ribbon around her waist and black hair fluttering in the wind.

Cherry lips curled up, and her voice was cold and ethereal, "Luo Qingcheng, is that right?"

"Yes, may I ask senior?"

Luo Qingcheng was taken aback for a moment, and soon asked back with the same cold tone.

Although one of the two women is Junior and the other is Senior.

But no matter the graceful figure, the simple yet beautiful dress.

Or the temperament that is cold and repulsive thousands of miles away, they are so similar.

"I am Feixue Sword Palace, the contemporary palace master, Ji Muxue."

"Your physique is more than what they see."

"Are you willing to worship me as my disciple and be my first disciple?"