Painting of the Nine Immortals

In the air, Lingxian spit out a few words in succession, cold and angry.

This silenced the scene.

Everyone stared, staring blankly at the prideful figure, unbelievable.

You know, those seven are the Lord, the most powerful person in the North Underworld!

They are so powerful and powerful, how many people are in front of them, they can't even say a word of completion. However, at this moment, Ling Xian was questioning them and scolding them. What kind of spirit was this?

Don't forget, he is just a monk who chooses the peak of the path. Looking at the entire North Underworld, it may be considered good. But in the eyes of the Lord, it was no different from the ants.

Whether in strength or status, they are very different.

Even so, Lingxian still rebuked without fear, which was simply audacity!

Therefore, everyone was shocked, with gloats, pity, and respect in their eyes.

Regardless of the process and the outcome, it is worthy of respect for anyone who has the courage to fight against him!

"You are so brave!"

Luo Yuqing's expression was gloomy and murderous emerged: "Ask for treasure from you, it is the Lord who deserves you, but he is so ignorant, so kill!"

"Good."

King Wu wrapped his arms around his chest and said: "Boy, you're looking for death."

The other saints did not speak, but their faces were a little killing.

As the top figures in the North Underworld, they have always been high above them, accepting the worship of others, how have they been questioned in this way?

Besides, Ling Xian is no longer questioning, but scolding!

How can they not be angry? Forgotten, if it weren't for their intimidation, could Lingxian scold them?

"Good one looks at me."

Ling Xian's expression was cold, and there was a raging flame on her chest. What kind of hegemony is it for claiming treasure but saying that he can be deserved?

How shameless?

This kind of scum is simply not worthy of being called Lord, no, not worthy of being!

Therefore, Ling Xian burned in anger and said coldly, "A group of shameless people are also worthy of being the Lord? It's really a glorious world!"

"It's not up to you whether you deserve it or not. I can do the Lord's work when I am now Lord!"

Luo Yuqing sneered and said, "The Lord is intimidating you, it is forcing you. How can you help me?"

"A cricket ant who chooses a situation, dare to prey in front of me? Give the treasure away quickly, so as not to ask for help!"

Wu Wang sneered, looking down at Ling Xian, full of the pride of the superior.

"Mr. Luo Sheng is right, letting you surrender your treasure is worthy of you. Boy, I advise you to better recognize your identity and the rules of this world!"

"Maybe you feel unfair, but this is the reality. In front of me, you have no ability to fight!"

"If you pay, you can save your life. If you don't, you will lose Huang Quan."

"The ants are nothing. In front of me, you are not qualified to bargain."

The saints have spoken in a very bland tone, but they are telling the **** reality and cruel rules.

With each sentence, Ling Xian became angry for one point. At the end, he was already angry.

The rules are indeed like this. The superiors dominate everything, killing and weakening the weak at will. But he didn't want to compromise!

How outrageous are these Lords to claim his treasures and threaten them by force? What an injustice?

If you change someone else, your bones may be weak, and your hands will offer treasures. But he will always have only three words.

impossible!

"Are you angry? That's the reality, the reality you can't resist!"

"We just oppressed you, just arrogant, what can you do?"

"Is it because of your anger? Funny, the Lord can crush you with one finger!"

"Let's say it for the last time, give it up, or you will die."

Hearing that, Ling Xian laughed, with sarcasm and coldness.

"You are right, this is reality, naked reality!"

"You are high and domineering and take this for granted, but I tell you, I won't compromise!"

"Why should I compromise? To live with humiliation and live in secret? That's what other people do, I'm Lingxian, never!"

Ling Xian stood proudly in the void, and Junxiu's face was full of determination.

He understands everything and understands that his decision may cost his life. But this question is about dignity, and how can he be humiliated and compromised again?

If so, he would rather die!

This made everyone shocked. Although there was glee and joy in his eyes, but more, it was respect.

No one has the courage to face the Lord, and no one has the courage to ignore death.

And Lingxian iron bones, would rather die than give up dignity, can this not let them pay respect?

"The bones are stiff."

There was chill in Luo Yuqing's eyes, as did the rest of the Lord.

The reason why they haven't shot yet is not because they are good-tempered, but because they want to break Lingxian's proud bones and let him hand up treasures.

In this way, their sense of accomplishment will be greater.

But now it looks like their expectations have fallen through.

Living on her knees and standing dead, Ling Xian chose the latter very clearly and resolutely.

This made the Lords angry and lost their last patience.

"You want to die, I fulfill you."

Luo Yuqing's eyes were cold, the sky suddenly dim, the electric light whistled, and the thunder moved away, as if the end was coming.

King Wu also had a cold look, and the nine gods circled around the body, like the Supreme King came to life, swallowing mountains and rivers, and dying.

"Boy, if you surrender the feathered butterfly and the sword now, I can guarantee you to leave safely."

The man in purple suddenly said, "Otherwise, you're going to die like never before."

"Withstand humiliation and offer treasures, I will never die as well."

Ling Xian glanced at a few people with cold eyes, rather than bending.

This made the respect in the eyes of the people more intense, and the glorious look of the several Lords.

"No need to talk nonsense, just take it down and take the treasure!"

Luo Yuqing sneered, and said, "Boy, toast without eating and drinking, don't blame me on Huang Quan Road."

Hearing that, Ling Xian laughed and said, "You are so sure, can you kill me?"

"ridiculous!"

Luo Yuqing chuckled and said, "I am the Lord, you are an ant, what do you say?"

The words fell, and the other saints laughed.

Everyone at the scene shook their heads and sighed, their eyes were full of pity.

The Lord is the top combat power of the North Underworld, and Ling Xian is just a monk who chooses the realm. Although the combat power is good, but where is the realm?

The gap between the two is like Haoyue and Firefly, and there is no qualification to compare them.

"In your eyes, I am indeed an ant, but behind this ant, there is a big tree standing."

Lingxian's mouth raised, sweeping the Lords one by one, and slowly spit out a word that made them hold back.

"I went into the fantasy forest to look for the feathered butterfly, but I was ordered by King Luo. Whoever wants to grab it, come here!"