Painting of the Nine Immortals

Wusheng Valley is a famous forbidden area of ​​the mysterious realm. Even if it is not the most dangerous place, it is enough to rank in the top three. Even the power of the seventh realm, dare not get involved easily.

Because of this, this valley has a strange divine power that deprives vitality. Regardless of the realm of the comer, as long as you step into this place, vitality will quietly flow away.

Some people have done experiments. Without relying on foreign objects, a sixth-level power can persist for up to three hours.

I have to say that this is a terrible statistic. Even the strongest in the sixth realm can only persist for three hours. How long can the souls below the sixth realm persist?

Therefore, when talking about Wushenggu, everyone is talking about the color change, and never dare to get involved easily.

But at this moment, Gu Zhong wandered dozens of figures. Except for the monk in the fifth realm, the rest were all strong in the sixth realm.

It was the troops sent by Lingxian and the major forces.

Three days ago, they entered this place in order to catch the truth. It is a pity that although the valley of Wusheng has a valley character in its name, it is actually an endless range of mountains, which can be called vast and boundless.

In this case, trying to find someone's trace is undoubtedly a haystack. Besides, this is a lie, how can it be possible to find the truth?

In these three days, the magic drugs carried by all people have died, and their vitality has seriously passed. Even if they are not near death, they are not far off.

This made everyone start to get irritable, and immediately vented anger to Lingxian.

"Damn, you said, why can't you see Yu Xun's true trace ?!"

"Boy, aren't you playing me waiting?"

"Look to death, if you don't wait for an account today, I will kill you!"

Everyone started talking. Although they had gray hair and no vitality, they were still quite powerful at the moment.

Unfortunately, she couldn't scare Ling Xian.

He originally thought that as early as the first day, these people would find abnormalities. Unexpectedly, after three days, they still didn't realize the truth.

This made Ling Xian happy, but also sad for their stupidity.

At the moment, he revealed his abuse, and slowly spoke a word that would hold everyone back.

"It's been three days, and you still don't realize the truth, it's stupid enough."

The voice fell, the crowds paused, and then the body trembled uncontrollably.

Ling Xian's words have clearly revealed a fact, a very cruel fact!

"Damn, you're really tricking me into waiting!"

The middle-aged man was furious and his lungs were exploding.

The same goes for the rest.

Each of them was eager to kill, and the momentum was full, and they wished that Lingxian was a thousand swords.

"What about deceiving you?"

Ling Xian smiled, looking at the angry and fearful crowd, and said, "To blame, you can only blame you for being stupid, but it's so easy to hook."

"hateful!"

The middle-aged man gritted his teeth and stared at Ling Xian, yelling, "Who the **** are you? Dare to deceive us so many forces, you are simply impatient!"

"Even if I'm impatient, I can't kill you."

Ling Xianmu was ridiculous and smiled lightly: "Recognize the reality, you are on the verge of death, and it is impossible to step out of the valley of inanimateness."

Hearing that, everyone was silent.

As Ling Xian said, they have reached the point where the mountains and rivers are exhausted, and it will not be long before they will die.

"I can't get out, you don't even want to go out!" The middle-aged man was full of resentment, and his heart was full of remorse.

"Why should I go out?" Ling Xian laughed, and slowly said something that made everyone vomit blood.

"A clone, what would it affect if I die here?"

The words fell, and the crowd was again sluggish. After that, they became angry and trembled.

Especially middle-aged men are going crazy!

He stared at Ling Xian and snarled, "Impossible! Absolutely impossible. I have checked it myself. How could you be a clone?"

"On your strength, and want to see through my disguise? Stop dreaming."

Ling Xian shook her head and laughed. This person was just in the early days of Taoism. With his cultivation, it was undoubtedly easy to lie to this person.

"Ah, you **** it!"

The middle-aged man was completely crazy, and his palms blasted towards Ling Xian, and the power of terror shattered the void.

However, Ling Xian just stuck out a finger and blocked the man's full palm.

Although this is only his avatar, he also has 70% of the combat power, and 70% of the combat power has been enough to crush this person.

"Too weak, too weak."

Looking at the horrified middle-aged man, Ling Xian smiled lightly, and the towering **** power whistled out of him, flying this person to a tree in the distance.

"boom!"

The ancient tree collapsed, the man coughed up blood, and in addition to shock on his face, it was remorse.

The rest were shocked, especially when they thought that this was just a clone, and they were shocked to the extreme.

"Don't waste any more effort, even if you kill me, you will only kill a clone."

Ling Xian smiled, looking at the monks who were about to be mad, but felt that the anger was dissipated and dripping cheerfully.

These people, as powerful men in the sixth realm, are undoubtedly the mainstays of hunting and killing the true fish, that is, each of them has hurt the true fish.

Therefore, Ling Xian has no mercy at all, and some are just happy.

"Who the **** are you? Why did you pit me and wait?" An old man with a stern face and white hair stood up like a furious lion.

"why?"

Ling Xian's smile gradually converged and turned cold: "Well, since you are all about to die, let you be a ghost."

Talking, he dissipated his camouflage and revealed his true face.

"You ... are you Lingxian ?!"

One trembled and said, breaking the identity of Ling Xian.

Suddenly, everyone went backwards like a ghost, and their faces were filled with terror.

The record of beheading the devil has never been forgotten, and the feat of the Seven Holy Lords in one day is even more fresh. In this way, can everyone not feel fear?

At this moment, they finally understood, why Ling Xian was introduced to Wusheng Valley!

"Originally, you are trying to vent your hatred, but also to rescue the fish to find the truth ..." The old man smiled bitterly and looked older.

The same is true of everyone. Sitting on the ground with one buttock is desperate except for bitterness on the face.

"It's stupid enough to understand now."

Ling Xian raised his mouth and said, "How is it? I'm satisfied with the buried place I chose for you?"

It was said that everyone was completely desperate.

They can clearly feel that their vitality is rapidly escaping, and even if they are desperately running, they cannot escape.

Therefore, everyone gave up, waiting for death to come.

"Enjoy your last time."

There was a slight smile on the corner of Ling Xian's mouth, with coldness and pleasure. Immediately, his vitality ceased and his body gradually dissipated.

After that, the vitality of everyone began to sever.

One, five, ten, in the end, all died, none survived.