Painting of the Nine Immortals

On the open ground, the man was trembling, his eyes full of fear, and he was hesitating to say.

Seeing this, Ling Xian looked cold and said, "If you don't say it, I will take you on the road now."

He heard that the man shivered and said, "I said, I mean that."

"I was a casual practitioner, about twenty years ago, I surrendered to the Demon Temple and became one of the forces' protections."

"For twenty years, I have been ordered by the Lord of the Temple to hunt down geniuses of all major forces."

"This time, it was also ordered by the Lord of the Palace."

The man opened his mouth one after another, saying the original story.

"Demon Temple?"

Ling Xian frowned, and in his memory, Tianzhou didn't seem to have such a force.

"It was a force that appeared only 20 years ago." The man gave Ling Xian a careful look.

"No wonder ..."

Ling Xian frowned and stretched out, saying, "Talk about the strength of this force."

"Yes, as far as I know, there are a total of eight deities, all of which were cultivated in the early days of choosing the Tao."

The man's heart is bitter, these are all secrets of the demon temple, and the consequence of any one of them is death. But at the moment he is subject to Ling Xian, not to mention death.

"And there are two deputy hall masters on top of the law. I don't know their strength. As for the hall master, it is even more unfathomable."

Hearing that, Little Stone took a breath, and Jun Xiu's face was full of shock.

The eight deities of protection are all strong in the path of choice, plus two deputy hall masters and one hall master, to say less are eleven strong ways of choice!

This fighting force is enough to push any of Tianzhou's forces, even the most mysterious and powerful Tianjiao Palace, it may not be an opponent.

In that case, can he not be shocked?

However, Ling Xian was still calm, without a touch of movement.

In today's Xiuxian Realm, which has no sixth power, even if he is not the first person, it is definitely enough to push the ball.

Those people and forces that he needed to look up to in the past, but now in his eyes, they are nothing more than chickens.

Even if the Demon Temple sits on eleven powerful Taoists, in his eyes, it is nothing. Even the sixth power can kill him. Can a few Taoist monks threaten him?

However, he wondered why this force wanted to kill genius.

"Looks like I have to take a trip."

Ling Xian narrowed her eyes and flashed a hint of coldness. After that, he turned his gaze towards the man and said, "Tell me where the demon shrine is, I can give you a lot of joy."

Hearing that the man smiled bitterly, he expected this ending.

"Also, my hands are bloody, and instead of going back and tortured, let me give you a good deal."

The man closed his eyes in pain, and then told Lingxian the location of the demon temple.

"Let's go."

Ling Xian faintly spoke, this man's sin is horrible and cannot be forgiven. Therefore, he pointed out and penetrated the person's heart.

Then he stretched out and took the small stone to the air, leaving everyone a chic back.

And, a new legend.

...

"The disciples meet with Master!"

In a dense forest, the small stone kneels on one knee, his hands are folded, his face is full of excitement.

"Get up."

Ling Xian smiled gently, staring at the Yingwu youth in front of him, faintly seeing what he looked like when he was young.

"Yes, Master!"

Little Stone stood up, Jun Xiu's face was full of excitement. For a while, he didn't know what to say.

"You haven't seen each other for years and you have grown up."

Ling Xian sighed and rubbed her head, saying, "I am very satisfied with your cultivation."

As the voice fell, the little stone became more and more excited, like a child who got candy, and was very happy.

In front of others, he is an unattainable arrogant, the existence that others in his generation look forward to. But in the presence of Ling Xian, he was still the little boy of that year, and he was willing to show Ling Ling both his weaknesses and his disadvantages.

Because Lingxian is his closest person and the one he admires most.

Right now, can he be unhappy with his praise?

"Stop arrogance and irritability, keep working hard," Ling Xian cautioned.

"Master, rest assured, the disciples must live up to their expectations." Little Stone uttered words, and thundered.

"Stupid child, what I want most for my teacher is you to be happy." Ling Xian smiled mildly, thinking of An Qiushui far away in Yunzhou, her heart warming even more.

For a long time, I do n’t know that stubborn girl, how are you now?

"Hey, I'm happy to see Master." He Xiaoxiao smiled, pure like a child.

Upon hearing this, Ling Xian rubbed his little head and laughed, "Tell me about your experience over the years."

Little Stone grinned and talked about the things he has done over the years.

He spoke up, Lingxian listened, and the atmosphere became warm for a while.

In this way, the time passed little by little, and it was already late at night.

When that bright moon rose into the night sky, Little Stone closed her mouth, Ling Xian opened her eyes and smiled, "A wonderful journey is a wonderful memory worth remembering."

After speaking, he got up and looked at the bright moon, muttering to himself.

"The moon is dark and the wind is high, it is the killing night."

The voice dropped, and Little Stone's body shook, and said, "Master, you are going to ..."

"Good."

Ling Xian nodded gently, and said, "Since the Demon Temple has followed you, and I can't be by your side all the time, the best way is to uproot it."

"But the strength of the Demon Temple is too horrible. Even if there are already three strong choices, there are still eight. This force is enough to push any one of the forces in Tianzhou."

Little Stone was anxious, and he didn't want Ling Xian to take risks.

"It's okay, many years have passed, and I am no longer the teacher myself." Ling Xian waved her hands with a smile, although her tone was light, but she was full of confidence.

"The eight monks who choose the path can't threaten me."

As soon as the voice fell, the small stone suddenly choked.

For the eight powers of choice, this is equivalent to the disaster of any force. Even if you look at the entire world of Xiuxian, this battle force is enough to dominate, and no one can use the words to describe it.

However, Lingxian uses the word "Zhu" as the prefix of this combat power. What kind of courage is this?

How confident is it?

"Master, why don't we go back to the Fortune Academy first, and then discuss it from a long-term perspective." Little Stone was still a little worried.

"No need, I know you're worried about me, but it's really not necessary." Ling Xian smiled gently, confident and brightly illuminated Tianyu.

Because, he is the young Supreme who can fight the power of the sixth realm!

Looking at the entire world of Xiuxian, there is no sixth-level powerhouse at all, which means that he is enough to push the world!

Even if he encounters a dangerous situation that can threaten him, with his current fighting power, he will not fall. So why should he be intimidated?

That's not his style.

"If I can't handle even a few monks who choose the path, then I will be your teacher."

Ling Xian laughed a long time, transfigured Jiutian Wing, and galloped towards the west.

Seeing this, although small stones felt helpless, they could only keep up.

However, he secretly sent a distress signal to the dean and vice president of the Fortune College, asking them to come to support.