Painting of the Nine Immortals

"You guys ... **** it!"

The icy word fell, and the horrendous killing swept across ten sides, causing the temperature of this space to suddenly drop to freezing point. Even that round of eternal sun was a bit cold.

This made the three men and one woman suddenly hold back, just feeling as if they were in an ice cave, and they were all chilling. What happened next made them horrified.

Ling Xian shot.

He was already so angry that he didn't want to talk with these people even a little nonsense. He just wanted to put the pain of the undead cat on the people a hundred times!

Therefore, he blasted out with one palm, setting off a mighty wind, and blasted on several people.

Click!

The sound of bone fracture sounded, and three men and one woman sprayed blood madly, flying up a hundred feet away, smashing several ancient trees.

And this is just the beginning.

These people were all cultivated during the Yuan Infant Period. With Ling Xian's current strength, it can be said that they were instantly destroyed, but he did not intend to kill several people.

If they were so happy, wouldn't it be too cheap for them?

Therefore, Lingxian deliberately kept his hands, while at the same time causing pain to several people, he did not die.

"Just rest assured, I won't kill you so easily."

Ling Xian's expression was indifferent, flashing in front of several people, and saying: "The pain you give it, I want to get back ten times more!"

The voice fell, he dropped, and the ground cracked, and the skin of several people also cracked.

puff!

The blood splattered, just like Quan Yong, the three men and one woman were sore and cold, and looking at Lingxian was like looking at a demon.

"Damn, I'm a descendant of the Mingkong Tribe. You dare torture me, and you'll want to die!"

"Our identity is not what you can imagine. Let the acquaintances quickly let go of us, otherwise you will definitely die if you escape to the ends of the earth!"

"You dare to do this to me, let me die!"

Several people started talking, although it was a threat, but it was full of shock and fear.

Several of them were not small, especially the woman was the most noble, so they were always unscrupulous, but never punished. However, at the moment, they are ruthlessly suppressed by Ling Xian. How can they not shake?

How can you not be afraid?

As for the threat of several people, Ling Xian not only did not move, but smiled, with ridicule and coldness.

Not to mention that with his current strength, he doesn't even care about the threat of the top tribes. Even if he is at the same level as these people, he will not be afraid.

"Save your energy. Your threat will only make me even more angry and make you suffer more."

Ling Xian looked cold and stepped on the woman's calf.

Suddenly, the woman's calf was completely shattered, and her severe pain made her look pale.

The same goes for those three men.

Just because Ling Xian's move has proved his determination, or in other words, he did not care about their threat at all!

This made them more angry, more frightened, and the body shivered uncontrollably at the thought of what happened next.

"I don't care what you are, even the Son of Witch God can't save you."

Ling Xian's eyes fluttered with cold electricity, and the sky's sword suddenly emerged, and the ridges and veins came out, wrapping several people tightly.

This is the formation method he created in his early years. It mainly uses the method of killing swords to form a sword-qi formation. It can trap people or torture them.

Obviously, at this moment he intends to use the latter.

Feeling the chill of the sky, the three men and one woman were so afraid that they could not help themselves, and for the first time regret appeared in their eyes.

Unfortunately, it's too late.

Ling Xian swung her sleeves, and the sky screamed out, penetrating through several people's bodies.

puff!

Blood splattered, hundreds of blood holes appeared in the three men and one woman, and the pain of heartbreaking made them instantly faint.

But the next moment, the pain caused them to wake up, and then only screams left in the space.

Lingxian didn't want to let a few people die, so the power of each sword was very weak. It would not let them die, but they could experience hell-like torture!

"Ah, kill me, please kill me."

"Don't torture me anymore, I was wrong, let me go, let me go!"

"Damn! I'm the young lady of Qinglei Tribe. My father will kill you!"

The three men and one woman can't bear this torture. In addition to the women still clamoring, all three men are begging for mercy, hoping that Ling Xian can let himself go.

But this is simply impossible.

The thought of an undead cat with scaly body all over, Ling Xian was so angry that he couldn't wait to get several people into hell.

Therefore, he intends to use Zhu Rong true fire.

Of course, in order not to let a few people die, he would reduce the temperature of Zhu Rong's real fire to 10%, so as to make them feel the pain of being burned.

"When you tortured an undead cat, did you think about letting it go? Have you ever felt compassion?"

Ling Xian looked cold and said, "No, nothing at all, so why should I let you go?"

After that, he flicked his fingers, wishing Rong Ran really rushed out and wrapped several people.

Suddenly, several people passed out, but the next moment, they were sober again.

After that, the screams became more and more heartbreaking, and they could see how severe pain they were suffering.

The scent of sword plus flame and double torture is undoubtedly extremely unbearable. Therefore, just a few breaths away, several people moved to the idea of ​​committing suicide.

It is too painful, like falling into the legendary eighteen layers of hell, every breath is an unthinkable pain.

However, Lingxian would not allow them to die like this. As a result, he imprisoned several people so that they could not even commit suicide.

This made the three men and one woman completely desperate, and only felt that Ling Xian was a devil, a devil who was downright!

"Don't look at me with that look."

Ling Xianxing's eyes were full of chills, saying: "Think about what you have done, I just treat others with their own ways."

With that said, he no longer cares about a few people, leaving only a cold word, slowly echoing.

"Despair in the burn, die."

The words fell, several people were completely desperate, and everyone felt unprecedented remorse.

If they can come back, they will definitely not shoot at the undead cat. Unfortunately, there is no if.

So they are destined to die!

"Don't be afraid, they have been punished as they should be."

Ling Xianxing's eyes softened, and she hugged the undead cat carefully in her arms, without any suffocation.

He is not a cruel person. He would not be so much if it were not excessive.

"Meow…"

The undead cat shrank in Ling Xianhuai's body, and her petite body trembled slightly. Obviously, she could not get out of the shadows.

This made Ling Xian feel distressed, stroking its body gently, and Wen Yan said, "Don't be afraid, I promise, I won't let anyone hurt you again."

It was said that the undead cat did not make a sound, but her body no longer trembled. After that, he fell asleep.

Seeing this, Ling Xian put it on his shoulders and protected it with mana to prevent it from being disturbed. Immediately, he turned his gaze towards the four men, and the anger gradually dissipated.

Just as time passed, the screams of several people became weaker and weaker, and after a while, they had fallen to ashes.

This made Lingxian's anger disappear and planned to leave the place.

But as he turned around, he saw a purple token in the ashes.