Painting of the Nine Immortals

In mid-air, a round of unforgettable sun came, hot and bright, shining for nine days.

Above the sun, Lingxian stood proudly, dancing lightly in white. If the true immortal is here, the style is unparalleled.

When he appeared in the city, he immediately caused a great sensation.

"Look, that's Xuanhuang Zhenxian, known as one of the most powerful people in the world!"

"That's Xuanhuang Zhenxian. Sure enough, it's an immortal style. It's peerless."

"I've seen people taking the Phoenix True Dragon as a mount, and I've seen one step that spans thousands of miles, but I've never seen a day ride as a mount. Only Xuanhuang Zhenxian can do it."

Everyone spoke, and besides fanaticism in words, there was awe.

Although each of them is extremely extraordinary, it can be said that they want wind and wind, and rain and rain. But in the face of the few true immortals, it is still necessary to maintain awe.

And listening to the words of everyone below, even if Ling Xian knew that it was all fake, it would inevitably be a little joyful.

This is due to the vanity of everyone.

It is precisely this use of fantasy that makes people immersed and difficult to extricate themselves.

Therefore, Lingxian adhered to the Tao and ignored those touts and praises.

"The feeling that everyone in the world is drunk and I wake up alone is wonderful and sad."

Ling Xian sighed secretly that in this world where everyone was lost, he can stay awake, which is indeed something to be proud of.

Anyone, it will be so!

But at the same time, this is also a very sad thing. In a false world, everyone is obsessed with it. Only he is sober, how lonely is this?

There is no way forward, no hope, no companion, but only one person walking alone.

However, even if he died, he would have to find a way out, and he would never sink into it!

"Find the same people as me and see if they are awake."

Ling Xian whispered to herself, and then swept the world with her soul, exploring the whereabouts of the true immortals.

The purpose of his trip was only to find a sober person. Because only when you are awake will you want to leave this place, which has the same goal.

And the people who are most likely to be awake are the ‘True Immortals’ who share his identity.

Therefore, Ling Xian swept the world with his soul, and after a moment, he settled on listening to Xiaoxiaozhu.

Tingyu Xiaozhu is located on the moat. It is a huge and exquisite ancient ship, and it is the most famous fireworks place in the city.

It is said that there are several fairy-like characters in it.

Ling Xian doesn't care about this. He cares about whether some of the ‘True Immortals’ are already sober.

Therefore, he walked on the sun, carrying a powerful shock to listen to Xiaoyu Zhu.

This strength is to create a domineering and strong image to facilitate future actions. Anyway, in this world, he chooses the cultivation of Taoism to be top-notch, what is he afraid of?

"boom!"

The long river is boiling, the waves are soaring into the sky, and the ancient ships are constantly swaying and shaking.

"Who dares to disturb Benxian Qingxiu?"

With a swift drink, the ancient ship burst out with shining light and settled the boiling river.

Afterwards, a lean man rose into the air, a pair of small eyes staring at Ling Xian in front of him, flashing cold.

Immediately afterwards, two more rays of light rose into the sky.

One of them was wearing a black robe with a somber face.

So did the other person.

However, he was wearing a luxurious dragon robe, majestic and impeccable.

After seeing the immortal sun under Lingxian's feet, all three looked different. Lean men in particular exclaimed: "You ... Are you a Xuanhuang Zhenxian?"

The voice fell, Ling Xian sighed secretly.

Because from this sentence, it can be seen that this person was edited into memory by fantasy, and he was regarded as the identity that fantasy had set for him, that is, Xuanhuang Zhenxian.

"Well, what about Xuanhuang Zhenxian? Other people are afraid of you. I do n’t know if you are a true fairy."

The lean man sneered, and said, "Today you are disturbing me for repairs, you must give me a statement."

"Cleaning up?"

Ling Xian glanced briefly at the person and said, "I see you are enjoying yourself."

On hearing that, the lean man looked cold, and said, "Do you care what I do? I only know that you have to give me an account."

"Explain?"

Ling Xian's expression was indifferent. At this moment, he was distracted.

Therefore, he was too lazy to talk nonsense and went straight towards the ancient ship.

But he had just taken a step and the lean man shot. Because Mana fell into a deep sleep, he used physical power, which actually reached the level of the early stage of choosing the Tao.

"boom!"

The giant palm swept the sky, deterred ten parties, and was strongly suppressed like a mountain!

However, Ling Xian did not even see it, just pointing out, it made the lean man crack the tiger's mouth.

"puff!"

Blood splattered, the lean man was suffering, and his eyes were astonished.

The same is true of the other two people who have been set as true immortals.

Xuanhuang Zhenxian is indeed very strong in their memories of being edited by fantasy, but they didn't expect it to be so powerful.

This is normal, no matter what level of monk a lean man is, he cannot use his power. And Ling Xian's physical body can reach the mid-level of Taoism faintly. How can this person compete?

"Damn!"

The lean man yelled, his hands carrying the potential of wind and thunder, breaking the void, and powerfully killing Lingxian.

"You can't help yourself, you have a false immortal identity, but no immortal power."

Lingxian opened her mouth indifferently, stamped out her fists and exploded in mid-air. It was more prosperous than the first day under her feet, and she had the power to break the sky!

"boom!"

The void shattered, and the lean man spurted blood, his arms trembling a little.

This made him look shocked at Ling Xian's eyes, especially when he saw him stepping forward, even more frightened.

Ling Xian stepped towards this person, not trying to kill him, but trying to use the meditation spell to restore him.

Therefore, he reached out with a palm and suppressed the lean man. Then he chanted the meditation spell.

It is a pity that even if the meditative curse is in the ear, the man will not see the slightest change, just the kind of resentment and fear, looking straight at him.

"It has been severely eroded and cannot go back to heaven." Ling Xian sighed, seeming to be a little confused.

When he first arrived here, he didn't know some hidden places. If you want to find a way out, the best way is to find someone who knows the world and is sober.

However, the lean man in front of him was clearly ill and was convinced of the world. As a result, he was naturally a little disappointed.

Just then, the light in the corner of his eye suddenly caught a glimpse of the noble and heroic youth.

I saw him look dull, his eyes were dumb, and he clasped his head with both hands, looking a bit painful.

Such a strange shape made Ling Xian think of something, and the staring eyes burst into dazzling eyes.

Then he came to the man in an instant, and the meditation spell was clearly heard from his mouth. Although gentle, it is an indescribable magical effect that makes men grab their hair crazy.