Painting of the Nine Immortals

When Ling Xian arrived in the early sacred place, rumors that he was an extraterrestrial demon had spread throughout the Xuanwu continent.

The Lord of the Demons is very clever, knowing that the reputation of the Demons is stink, and there is no credibility. Therefore, he did not spread the news in the name of the magic gate, but spread it secretly.

However, he was clever and misguided.

How can major forces not send people to investigate such a major event? This investigation found the gate.

At this moment, rumors with little credibility have become even more untrustworthy. However, there are also a small number of people who choose to believe and vow to kill Lingxian.

It's a pity that Ling Xian told the maiden a fake name, so those people started to trace around the fake name of Ling Feng.

In addition, another force is also looking for Lingxian, that is the sacred island.

This force hated Lingxian's bones, not only issued a astronomical reward, but also sent people to explore around, vowing to take his superior.

For a time, the two names Lingfeng and Xianling became hot topics on the Xuanwu continent.

At this time, the two kana masters looked helplessly at the guardian disciples of Taichu Holy Land.

He came here to inform the Taichu Holy Land about Momon's desire to do something with the Xuanwu continent.

However, the guardian disciples refused to let him in, and the connection newspaper refused.

"Anyway, don't let me in?" Ling Xian looked helpless.

"Yes, sir, please come back." The guardian disciples said sternly, without disdain or arrogance.

However, he was too rigid, strictly obeying the rules, and didn't understand anything.

"I have something important to tell you and teach. You still have to report it." Ling Xian felt a headache. When he encountered such a stubborn stone, he was helpless.

"You don't say your identity, you don't mention your purpose, and you will not see you when you inform the palm teacher." The guardian said lightly.

"Unspoken lines, I'm not enough, right?" Ling Xian, helpless, can only release the momentum of his seventh realm.

Suddenly, the face of the guardian disciples changed. I did not expect that the one standing in front of him would be a seventh-strength power.

"Now, I have the right to meet your palm teacher." Ling Xian smiled lightly. If that didn't work, he wouldn't bother to intervene.

"I'm qualified, but I can't promise to see you in the palm of the church." The guardian disciples blushed. He had to know that Ling Xian was the seventh-level power.

"It's okay, let's report it, it's faster." Ling Xian waved his hand, feeling that it really is the strength.

Although guarding the disciples is okay, there is no front and back, but there has been a huge change in attitude. At least, it is no longer so tough.

"I'll go now, and ask the seniors to wait a moment." The guardian disciples pinched a French seal, and the light was gone, but it was gone.

After a moment, he returned to the front of the mountain gate, with a more respectful attitude: "Senior, please teach me."

Hearing that, Ling Xian smiled: "Let's lead the way."

"Yes." The guard nodded, pinching the French seal, and a pure white crane crane landed in front of Ling Xian.

"Interesting." Ling Xian smiled slightly, stepped on Bai He's back, and allowed himself to move forward.

After a short time, Baihe landed on a fiery red peak, and it was so hot that it let out a painful sorrow.

Seeing this, Ling Xian waved his hand at will, the true meaning of fire permeated, and suppressed the high temperature.

His understanding of the Avenue of Fire has now reached its peak, and it is naturally easy to achieve such a thing.

This gave Baihe a pleasant color, and he gently pecked Lingxian with a pointed mouth, then flapped his wings and left.

At the same time, the mountain split apart, and a word of surprise came slowly.

"Very good firemanship, young man, do you also specialize in the Avenue of Fire?"

An old man in a red robe walked out from the bottom of the mountain, his eyes were deep and gentle, his behavior was calm and elegant, his bones were immortal and his style was extraordinary.

"No, it's just a part-time job." Ling Xian waved her hand, looking at the kind-hearted old man, staring with surprise in his eyes.

From this volcanic and old man's questioning, we can see that this man majored in the Avenue of Fire. And anyone who practices the fire path will inevitably have some characteristics of fire, such as irritability.

However, the old man is gentle as water. This huge contrast means that his understanding of the Avenue of Fire has reached a very deep level.

The strength of this person also surprised Ling Xian. Although he couldn't see how strong it was, he felt that he was only stronger than the Lord of the Demons!

"Part-time?" The old man took a deep look at Ling Xian, and said, "Good young man, the old man has been specializing in the fire course for three thousand years, I'm afraid it hasn't reached your realm."

Hearing that, Ling Xian smiled and said nothing.

The reason why his firemanship attained the level of approaching the peak was based on the inner world and the pages of the creation book.

Although this is a coincidence, but can open up the inner world that few people can open up, has proved that he is extraordinary, and deserves to enjoy many conveniences.

"After the Yangtze River, the waves are pushing forward.

The old man sighed and said, "Okay, when it comes to business, I am the contemporary master of Taichung Holy Land. What do you want to tell me?"

"The magic gate is about to attack the Xuanwu continent." Ling Xian opened the door to see the mountains, and did not circle.

"Huh?" The old man frowned, and said, "Young man, this is not something you just say casually, you have to think clearly."

"Because it's a fact, why should you think about it?" Ling Xian smiled lightly and said, "I'm not telling you, I left Momen not long ago, and fortunately learned the news."

"Maybe you are Lingfeng? The extraterrestrial demon in the door of the demon?" The old man frowned.

"It's me, but I don't recognize the outside demon."

Ling Xian smiled and said, "I don't think I would believe it when I teach."

"The magic gate is clear that it is splashing dirty water. I naturally do not believe it." The old man laughed and said, "But I can't believe it if you say it."

"Anyway, I just came to inform and hope that the sacred place in the early days will contact the major forces and prepare early."

Ling Xian waved her hand and said, "It's the so-called preparation, so it's better to prepare early than to sit back and wait."

"You're right, let alone true or false, at least I should be vigilant." The old man nodded in agreement.

"Then my purpose is achieved, farewell." Ling Xian arched his hand and turned away.

His purpose here is very simple, so the dialogue is also very simple, a few words, is enough.

"Wait."

The old man said, "You know all the plans of the magic gate? For example, the exact date and means."

"I don't know."

Ling Xian shook her head and thought for a moment: "The only thing I can say is to beware of extraterrestrial demons. This time, extraterrestrial demons are likely to participate in the war."

Hearing that the old man's pupils shrank and he didn't speak for a long while.

For those of him who are in a high position and know a lot of secrets, the extraterrestrial demons are synonymous with terror, even if they are as powerful as him, they are a bit afraid.

"That's all for now, get ready early."

Ling Xian said lightly: "I will do my best if necessary."

As the words fell, he disappeared.

The whole process took less than a moment, and it was really chic.