Painting of the Nine Immortals

On the long street, Wenjia shops are standing up, and the lines are full of sky, and the power is endless.

That prestige not only shocked the entire Kistler Square, but also changed everyone's color.

Ling Xian was also a bit moved.

This treasure is very powerful. Not only does it have several kinds of **** arrays, but it also has powerful powers, which complement each other and are even more powerful.

However, he has no fear.

If he only added the six polar realms, most of them would not be able to defeat this treasure, but he is already the seven polar realms. This treasure is naturally not a threat.

Therefore, Ling Xian's look remained unchanged, and he said lightly, "Do you really want to start?"

"Do not."

The middle-aged man stared at Ling Xian coldly, and said, "I want to show you off the road."

"You look at yourself."

Ling Xian said lightly, "This treasure is strong, but it is not enough to bridge the gap between you and me."

"enough."

The middle-aged man gave Ling Xian a scornful look, and said, "Unless you join the Seven Polar Realms, you must die."

Hearing that, Ling Xian smiled.

Unfortunately, he really is the Seven Polar Realms.

"Also, if you want to do it, I will accompany you on two steps."

With a slight smile, Ling Xian raised her hand and blasted out, and the gods shook the sky.

"Hum, suppress me!"

The middle-aged man sneered, and the Wen family shop turned into a hundred feet in size.

boom!

Nether Smash, both shops and monks, have resorted to defensive measures to avoid being hit by this blow.

However, there are still a lot of people who have been shaken by the aftershocks.

No way, this treasure is too powerful, ordinary monks, even the aftermath is difficult to resist.

"This treasure is good for offense and defense, but unfortunately, you can't exert its power."

Ling Xian chuckled and blocked the Wenjia store with one hand.

Even if it was as heavy as a mountain, he couldn't bend his waist rod, and it could even be said that his face was not blushing and panting.

This scene stunned everyone present, each one widened his eyes and felt shocked in his heart.

Especially middle-aged men are even more shocked.

He knows the power of this treasure, and even a monk who is higher in his two small realms cannot resist. However, Ling Xian easily took it to the present, which proves that he is one of the seven polar realms!

"Impossible, how could you possibly reach the seven extremes ?!"

The middle-aged man yelled, full of unbelief, or unwilling to believe.

Seven polar realms!

These evils, even if looking at the entire Big Dipper, only a few people. Without exception, they are amazing and have the potential to become supreme!

"Why not?"

Ling Xian smiled slightly and said, "I advised you, don't do anything with me, but you don't listen."

Hearing that the middle-aged man was silent, and everyone was silent.

At the beginning, they were not optimistic about Lingxian, but the fact was undoubtedly given them a slap, naturally nothing to say.

"Fantasy, it's time to end."

Ling Xian narrowed her smile, raised her hand and threw out Wen's shop, shattering the void, shocking the middle-aged man with a big mouth.

This made him feel humiliated and growled: "Damn boy, give me death!"

As the words fell, he frantically urged the Wenjia shop, and a pattern of lines lit up, strangling Lingxian.

"Take your own shame."

Surrounded by endless lines, Ling Xian's expression was calm, without the slightest movement.

He is a master of the front, and he uses the formation method to deal with him, not to insult himself? It is no exaggeration to say that even looking at eternal world, there are very few formations that can threaten him.

There are several divine arrays, not even qualified to let him face up.

Therefore, Ling Xian just waved his hands arbitrarily, and several **** arrays were broken.

Of course, not all of them have disappeared, but the broken points are key enough to make them lose their power.

"This…"

Looking at the disappearing formations, the middle-aged man was horrified. The crowd present was also shocked.

It's too incredible, even the oldest monster in the eighth realm, must be shocked.

"Do you really think I dare not kill you? If I dare to shoot, I will take you on my way."

Ling Xian glanced at the man lightly and raised his hand to bang Wen's shop in half to show punishment.

"You ... I'm Wen's parents. If you dare to kill me, Wen's won't let you go!"

The middle-aged man threatened, but his words made Ling Xian feel ridiculous.

He even killed the strongest man in the Wen family, would he care about an elder?

"If you don't kill you, will the Wen family let me go?"

Ling Xian shook her head with a smile and said, "Closure your mouth, be honest, I might save you a life."

It was said that the middle-aged man shut up obediently, and did not dare to presumptuously even when he was raging.

He finally realized how ridiculous his threat was. If Ling Xian was really afraid of the Wen family, he would not have beheaded Wen Longyuan.

"I don't kill you, go back and tell the Wen Family Lord, Wen Longyuan's death is entirely his fault."

"Of course, if your writer is to be counted on my head, I am not afraid."

"However, your writers should have a mental preparation, a preparation for destruction."

Ling Xian talked faintly, without being cold and threatening, but she was heart-warming and made everyone chill.

"Arrogance!"

A loud drink suddenly sounded, like a thunderstorm, and the people looked pale and bloody.

Ling Xian was also a bit uncomfortable.

He looked up at the sky, and saw an old man in a golden robe cut through the sky, like the advent of the emperor, nine days of majesty, and arrogance of the eight wastelands.

That was the imposing power of the eighth state, and when it appeared, everyone was frightened.

"Old ancestor!"

The middle-aged man was overjoyed, and he immediately relied on him. Not only was the waist straight, the fear that Ling Xian brought him was also wiped out.

"Where is the ancestor of the Wen family ..."

Ling Xian's eyes narrowed, moving, but fearless.

This person is only in the middle of the eighth state, and cannot be the opponent of the golden warframe. Naturally, he will not make him afraid.

"Young man, you're crazy."

The old man in Jinpao glanced at Lingxian obliquely, showing his intention to kill, showing his sharp edge.

"Inaccurate words should be self-confidence."

Ling Xian chuckled, he was just telling a fact and had nothing to do with arrogance.

"I'm so confident. So, do you think you can destroy my writer?"

The old man in Jinpao was sinking in water, killing the ice, and everyone shivered.

"Don't dare to say it, but the vitality is sure."

Ling Xian converged to smile. He knew that the Wen family was very strong and deserved to be a first-class force, but he was not a soft persimmon that anyone could manipulate.

Even the writers have to pay a huge price.

"Hahaha, funny."

The old man in Jinpao laughed wildly and said, "A seventh-level monk is worthy to say that?"

Hearing that, Ling Xian smiled.

However, he hadn't said anything, but suddenly a cold drink came from the sky.

"He's not worth it, plus us?"

The words fell, and several figures fell from the sky. The leader was a dignified woman.

It was on the boat of stars that the Mo parents who had invited Ling Xian were old.

Behind her, four men followed, all of them martial and extraordinary.

These people are the ship's passengers on the star boat, either an elder or the head of the family. In short, they are all distinguished personalities.

At this moment, they released the momentum without any fear, and also exuded coldness, leaving everyone stagnation.