Painting of the Nine Immortals

The sun rises in the east, and the front of the Sansheng Pavilion is very lively and crowded.

Looking around, there must be thousands of people. They came together in twos and threes, with eager faces on their faces.

Obviously, these people are going to the deep sea magic sea.

No way, the reward for this hunting mission is really tempting, killing an ordinary Siren has a contribution point, which is nothing like giving away!

Therefore, after the news spread, the Sansheng Pavilion suddenly boiled. With the exception of those who are in the most respected positions, all of them are gangs, and they are familiar monks.

Right now, these people are gathered here, waiting for the arrival of their partners.

Ning Yan was among them.

She wore white clothes like snow, like an isolated white lotus flower in the world, cold and arrogant, and extraordinary. Beside her, two valiant men stood up proudly, both of them exuding arrogance, and no one dared to approach them.

"Yan'er, that kid named Lingxian really did what you said. Ten strokes defeated the old man with ghost claws?"

A man in a luxurious gold robe opened his mouth, with pride in his eyes, as if to be the supreme master of all beings in the universe.

"Xuan Yuanhong, I've said it many times, don't call me Yaner, I'm not familiar with you." Ning Yan frowned, slightly displeased.

The man called Xuanyuan Hong didn't care, and laughed: "What can I do if you call? Anyway, you will be my person sooner or later!"

After hearing that, Ning Yan raised her eyebrows and frowned.

However, another man spoke first and said, "Ning Yan, when will Lingxian in your mouth come?"

"It should be fast, wait a little longer." Ning Yan answered.

"It's nothing more than refining the formation. This time we are going to kill the demon. What's the use of someone in the formation?"

Xuan Yuanhong dismissed it and said, "In my opinion, we still don't have to wait for him, so as not to be hindered by him."

"Don't you know that he defeated the old man with ghost claws?" Ning Yan glanced at the man lightly.

"I believe what you say, but I don't believe his strength. Even if he really defeats the old man of ghost claw, it is nothing, I can kill him with only five moves."

Xuan Yuanhong smiled proudly and said, "If I have the chance, I don't mind telling him what is really a strong person!"

"I warn you, it is better not to bother him, otherwise you will be miserable."

Ning Yanxiu frowned, hearing a bit of disdain from Xuan Yuanhong's words, and also eager to hear.

So she warned, but unfortunately it had the opposite effect.

Xuan Yuanhong not only did not dispel this idea, but he became more and more firm.

And at this moment, a figure in white came floating, like a fairy immortal, extraordinary.

It is Lingxian.

He has been painting runes for the past ten days, and he has not stopped until today.

"Let you wait a long time, sorry." Ling Xian smiled politely and arched a few hands at them.

"It doesn't matter, just come here." Ning Yan smiled, forming a sharp contrast to the cold face of Xuanyuan Hongshi.

This caused Xuanyuan Hong to frown, and looked a little coldly towards Ling Xian.

"You are kind, you are not late. We are here early." The man was polite and looked curiously towards Ling Xian.

As a true disciple, he naturally knew that Lingxian had crafted a magical rune. And how can a person who surpasses Li Wuwei in the realm of realm not keep him curious?

However, unlike this person's politeness, Xuan Yuanhong smiled, and Yin Yang said strangely, "His big shelf, let us some true disciples wait for you for so long."

Hearing that Ling Xian frowned slightly, she noticed a hint of hostility from Xuan Yuanhong's words.

This made him feel inexplicable, but he didn't bother to bother and ignored Xuanyuanhong's words directly.

In this regard, Xuanyuan Hong looked cold, and he wanted to attack.

However, she was stopped by Ning Yan. She looked at the person coldly and said, "Xuan Yuanhong, this is the guest of my Sansheng Pavilion. You better show respect."

"A stubborn guest, I don't have Xuanyuanhong in my eyes." Xuanyuanhong dismissed a smile and didn't take Lingxian's identity to heart.

"Humph!"

With a cold hum, Ning Yan was too lazy to care about the person and smiled at Ling Xian: "Don't give him general knowledge."

Hearing that, Ling Xian smiled and said nothing.

He was not a narrow-minded generation, so he didn't care about Xuan Yuanhong's words. However, he secretly guarded himself up to prevent this person from playing tricks in the next battle.

"Well, now that people are here, let's go."

The man opened his mouth and flashed into a streamer to cut through the sky.

Seeing this, Ling Xian also showed up and followed.

In this way, a group of four went on the road and galloped towards the abyss.

...

The deep sea magic sea is located in the southwest of Sansheng Pavilion. It is a vast expanse of sea, and it is the largest habitat of the sea people in Luoyang.

This place is not far from the Sansheng Pavilion, so after about four days of flight, Lingxian and his four people landed in a city near the sea.

Here is the subordinate forces of the Sansheng Pavilion, next to the abyss magic sea. In other words, if the Hai people come to commit crimes, this city will bear the brunt of it and be the core battlefield.

Therefore, Ling Xian and three others came here.

Because the choice of the strong, can be regarded as the high-end combat power of all people in this trip, they do not come to the core battlefield, who will come?

When several people landed in the city, a middle-aged man who claimed to be the owner of the city appeared and led them to the city's mansion.

However, Lingxian did not go to the main city.

He came to the top of the city and looked at the boiling sea in front of him. There was a bit of hotness in the star eyes and a bit of intolerance.

It's hot because when the Kraken attacks, he can get rich contributions. I can't bear it, but once there is a war, someone will fall.

Maybe everyone in this city will die!

"The war is about to begin. I don't know how many people have to die."

Looking at the endless sea, Lingxian sighed and was quite moved.

But he also knows that war is like this and it is inevitable. With his strength, he can't control the war situation. The only thing he can do is to protect the city as much as possible!

"Patience and kill the enemy."

Ling Xian murmured, his eyes gradually turned to firmness, one for Zhu Yan's true blood and ten thousand years of Zhu Guo, and the second was 10,000 lives in this city!

No matter what it is, it is worth his **** struggle and hard work!

Afterwards, Ling Xian crossed her knees on the head of the city, and did not move as the old monk settled in, waiting quietly.

In this way, time passed little by little.

Three days later, the blue sky suddenly gloomed, and a large cloud of black clouds gathered to form a thunder and lightning.

Immediately afterwards, the abyss demon sea boiled.

Accompanying the thunderstorm, the sea surging and surging, setting off huge waves, like a row of dragons, angry sky!

"boom!"

Thunder clouds rolled, the waves were horrifying, and the appalling sight was like the end of the world!

This immense momentum shocked everyone in the city, and the figures rose into the sky, with some fear in their eyes.

At the same time, Ling Xian slowly opened her eyes.

No fear, only peace.