Painting of the Nine Immortals

In the night sky, the ninth round of blood moon hung high, emitting a strong red light, shining on the earth.

On the ground, Sensen's bones stretched for thousands of miles, and he was so cold and weird. Coupled with red blood, like the legendary Shura Hell, people shudder.

Even with Lingxian's heart, he shuddered.

He felt sky-high resentment, looked at the endless bones, and frowned gradually.

Obviously, this is a battlefield, otherwise there would never be so many bones.

"Strange place ..."

Ling Xian frowned, looked up at the nine rounds of blood moon, and became more confused.

In the normal world, there can only be one round of gold or white moons, and there cannot be nine rounds of red and bright moons. In other words, most of them are small worlds like Dongtian.

And when he probed, he found the unique atmosphere of Dongtian.

"Actually teleported to Dongtian ..."

Ling Xian's eyes narrowed, and a punch blasted into nothingness, shattering the space. At the same time, he showed up and wanted to take the opportunity to leave.

However, he was stopped by an invisible barrier, and no matter how he attacked, he could not be shaken.

This means that he cannot leave with brute force.

"It can actually block the attack from the eighth realm. This cave heaven has almost grown into a small world." Ling Xian frowned, feeling a little tricky.

There is so much grievance here, there is no benefit to staying for a long time, but he can't leave, naturally there is a headache.

"If there is a Lord in this cave, there is a chance to leave. If not, it will be miserable."

Ling Xian sighed and frowned.

And just as he was meditating, a young man in black suddenly appeared, and his eyes lit up immediately after seeing Ling Xian.

"Boy, hand over the token!"

"What token?"

Ling Xian stunned, there were quite a few tokens on his body, such as Wan Jianzong's elder order, Sanshengge Yinge's order, and Wangtu tribe's elder order.

In short, he has a lot of tokens, and all of them are not small. The problem is, he doesn't know the person at all.

"I encountered a lot of people who didn't want to surrender tokens along the way. The reasons were strange, but none of them were pretending to be stupid."

The young man sneered, and said, "Less pretend garlic in front of the uncle, less talk nonsense, hand over the token, I will spare you!"

Hearing that Ling Xian could not laugh or cry.

On the one hand, he really didn't know what the token was. On the other hand, it was the cultivation of the fourth realm of this person, who even dared to threaten himself.

This is the death of Shou Xinggong.

"Laugh again, I tore your mouth!"

The young man's eyes were cold and he said, "Boy, I finally ask you, token, do you pay or not?"

"I don't even know what the token in your mouth means. How do I hand it over?" Ling Xian shook her head with a smile.

"Looks like you're not seeing the coffin anymore."

The young man smiled coldly and said, "I don't want to have sex, right? Then I'll hit you!"

After finishing speaking, he held his hands for a decree, and suddenly two dead bones straightened up and walked towards Lingxian.

Their pace is heavy and slow, and two bones are lost in two steps, but the momentum is okay, which is equivalent to the peak of the fourth state.

"I don't know who you are, but the people involved in the trial will not exceed the fourth realm."

The young man was determined and said, "These two skeletons are the pinnacle of the fourth realm. No matter how strong you are, you will definitely die."

"Good way."

Ling Xian shook her head and laughed. What about the fourth peak? In front of him, no different from the ants.

"You can still laugh ..."

The young man stared coldly at Ling Xian and said, "I'd like to see, the moment you break your bones, can you laugh."

Then, he couldn't help showing the meaning of teasing, as if he had already seen the picture of Ling Xian kneeling and mourning.

However, the next moment, the meaning of joking, froze on his face.

I saw Ling Xian's big hand wave, the two skeletons walking towards him suddenly turned and walked towards the youth.

At the same time, the young man noticed that his connection with the skeleton was broken, and to put it plainly, he could no longer control the two bones!

This made him look stiff and his body cold.

Not only because he lost contact with the skeletons, but also because the two skeletons were clearly under Lingxian's control.

"Good method, unfortunately, you can't even practice home."

Ling Xian smiled lightly, and based on his cultivation, it could not be easier to cut off the connection between the youth and the skeleton. The reason why he can control these two dead bones is not because he knows how to control, but because he is forcibly controlled by the spirit.

After all, his spirit is in the late seventh stage, and it is easy to control two skeletons in the fourth stage.

"You ... who the **** are you ?!" The youth was horrified, like a ghost.

There is no way to be afraid, Ling Xian not only cuts off his connection with the skeleton, but also manipulates these two bones. Such unpredictable methods have shocked him too much.

"strangers."

Ling Xian glanced briefly at the person and said, "Now, do you want my token?"

"Damn!" The young man gritted his teeth, and he was arbitrarily arrogant, making him soft and unable to accept it for a while.

"It seems that the shock to you is not enough."

Ling Xian faintly opened his mouth, and the spirit drew his bones and rushed towards the youth.

This changed the youth's complexion and wanted to show his magic and manipulate the skeleton.

Unfortunately, with Lingxian here, how could he perform magical powers?

Not to mention that it is to make a skeleton, the magical power has just arrived, and it is broken by Lingxian.

At the same time, two skeletons rushed to the young man and burst into a blast against him.

Bang Bang!

The fist is like a raindrop. Although there is no rule, it is heavy and heavy, and the young man coughs up blood and mourns.

Between a few breaths, he was covered with blood and his bones were broken.

"Now, do you want a token?" Ling Xian asked with a smile.

"No, I don't."

The young man shook his head like a rattle, screaming, and begging, "I don't know Tarzan, please lift up your expensive hand and let me go."

"Yes." Ling Xian agreed quickly, but did not let the skeleton stop.

This distorts the youth's painful face and yells, "Excuse me, I am wrong. Please stop them."

"I can't control these, they are, but you call them."

Ling Xian smiled lightly, warm and kind, but in the eyes of young people, it was the smile of the devil.

The two skeletons were the ones he summoned, but he had long lost control. In other words, Ling Xian made it clear that she wanted to hold him a bit longer.

"I was wrong, I was wrong!"

The youth was full of grief and anger, and finally realized that they could not afford Lingxian, and finally served.

"I know I'm wrong, but I haven't played enough. Please come to me after half an hour."

Ling Xian opened her mouth slightly, then leaned against a dead bone, closing her eyes and raising her soul.

This made the youth want to cry without tears. They could only fight fate and turn to defensive methods, forcing the brutal force of two skeletons.

At half an hour, he was bruised and swollen, and his bones were broken.

However, he did not dare to show a little bit of dissatisfaction and begged: "Half an hour, please respect them and let them stop."

"Time is right."

Ling Xian smiled and waved away the two skeletons and said, "Now, talk about the token."