Painting of the Nine Immortals

On the soul-raising mountain, Lingxian stood up, her eyes flickered with cold electricity, and her mighty power burst out.

The ancestor had already acted, and he should also take the shot.

Right now, he left Jiuxiantu and returned to the main hall.

As soon as he appeared, he smelled a strong **** smell, everywhere and extremely strong.

At the same time, there are boundless grievances, mixed with the sound of crying, making Ling Xian look somber and angry.

Whether it was **** or resentful, it was enough to prove that how many souls had been killed by Shengzu Pit, how could he not be angry?

At the same time, he was alert.

Obviously, the sacred ancestor is the essence of blood accumulated since the endless years, that is, that life is about to be born.

"I can't bring you back to life, but I will avenge you."

"The hope of the ancestor, I will make him fail!"

Ling Xianmu's eyes turned firm, and her words seemed to be vows.

Then he tore the void with his bare hands, and came to the place where Mei Yanrou and others were imprisoned.

I saw them as sculptures, let alone break through the seal, and they couldn't do anything.

This made Ling Xian relieved.

The ancestors have already shot, and there can be no living people in the whole hall. Now that they are okay, they are naturally relieved.

But the next moment, his face was gloomy.

Because there are dozens of dry corpses on the ground, all blood is drained.

"A latecomer ..."

Ling Xian sighed softly, and her big sleeves waved, lifting the seals of everyone.

Afterwards, there was a word of gratitude.

"Thank you, my son, I don't know Tarzan, and I hope my son forgive me."

"If it weren't for you, we would have to be evacuated and reduced to corpses."

"This grace, I will keep it in my heart, if the son asks, I will have nothing to say!"

Everyone spoke, thankful, and afraid.

Although they were sealed, their vision was still there, so they saw the **** scene with their own eyes.

More than seventy powerful beings, many of them have the power of the eighth realm, but only a moment, they were emptied of essence!

This scared everyone out of their hearts, and finally realized that Ling Xian had sealed their deep meaning.

It can be said that it was the seal that rescued them, otherwise, they would have to be evacuated from their essence and reduced to corpses!

"Thanks for the relief."

Ling Xian glanced at the people lightly, and said, "Just don't blame me."

It was embarrassing to hear that everyone was burning.

The thought of scolding Ling Xian made them anxious to find a place to drill in.

"Brother, you saved me again." Mei Yanrou took a deep look at Ling Xian.

"Just do it, don't worry about it."

Ling Xian waved his hands, in addition to the dignified eyes, there was a bit helpless.

He was powerless to stop the Patriarch, and had to wait until that life was born.

"Brother, can you tell me what's going on?" Mei Yanrou frowned.

"Knowing too much is not good for you."

Ling Xian sighed softly, and then closed her eyes, nourishing her energy.

Seeing this, everyone was hesitant, not knowing whether to stay or leave.

"I don't want to leave, but you better stay with me."

Ling Xian spoke faintly, allowing everyone to make up their minds and choose to stay.

They all know that once that mysterious existence strikes again, they have no resistance at all. Only by staying with Ling Xian can there be a glimmer of vitality.

"Quick, soon."

Ling Xian murmured, and then immersed herself in patience.

At the same time, he ran Honghuangtiangong and raised his state to the highest level to cope with the next war.

Time passed quietly.

The **** smell became more intense, just like being in the sea of ​​blood, making it difficult to breathe and looking pale.

At half an hour, a loud noise shook the ground, shaking the whole hall.

boom!

The hall shook, the void collapsed, as if back to the world, the whole universe was dying.

This shocked everyone and shook them.

Only Lingxian is as stable as a rock, motionless.

He felt the looming horror, the surging coldness, and the mighty power bursting out.

"The ants, dare to stop me?"

An indifferent word sounded, after which Danzu emerged.

However, it wasn't the Taoist fairy wind and Danyun that flowed, but the black clothes and the mighty magic.

This means that at this moment, he is dominated by the soul of the ancestor.

"Are you referring to me ...?"

Ling Xian stood up, staring like a sword, staring directly at Shengzu.

"What do you say?"

Shengzu glanced at Ling Xian and said, "Don't think that you can stop me because you have control of the large array. After all, it is just a praying arm."

"How do you know if you don't try?"

Ling Xian spoke lightly, as firm as a rock, without fear.

This made everyone admired and ashamed.

The prestige of the ancestors has made them tremble all over, let alone look at them, they can't even straighten their waists.

However, Ling Xian has no fear. How can such courage not let you feel ashamed?

"You know what the price of trying?" The ancestor was a god, looking down at Lingxian.

"dead."

Ling Xian looked calm and said, "But I'm not afraid."

"Good one is not afraid."

Shengzu stared at Ling Xian indifferently, and said, "Your dependence is nothing more than this big array. When he is here, you can control everything, but when I appear, you can only use half of it."

Hearing that Ling Xian's expression was still calm and did not move.

He had long noticed that he could only use half of the array, and the other half was in the hands of the sage.

This is undoubtedly quite unfavorable to him, which is equivalent to a broken arm.

But he was not afraid. The key to crushing the ancestor's plan was not this time.

"I haven't seen such a calm man for a long time."

Sheng Zu glanced at Ling Xian and said, "You are very good, but unfortunately, I am so stupid as to be my enemy."

"Maybe."

Ling Xian looked indifferent, and said, "What are you waiting for? Are you afraid?"

"afraid?"

Shengzu smiled and said, "In the past, Danzu came with the army of slayers. I have never been afraid of it. Would I be afraid of a seventh-generation ant?"

Hearing that everyone was shocked and more and more afraid.

How can we prevent Danzu and the Demon Legion from fearing them?

"Since you're not afraid, why haven't you shot?"

Ling Xian smiled lightly and said, "I can't wait anymore. I can crush the enlightened person's second body. I just think about it and feel excited."

"Do you know who I am? You dare talk to me like this, you are really looking for death."

Saint Zuo's eyes cooled down, but he was an invincible enlightened man, who dare to talk to him like this? How can we not make him angry?

"I care who you are."

Ling Xianmu's cold electricity and domineering words resounded through the sky.

"If you are God, I will slaughter God. If you are heaven, I will go against the sky!"

The words fell, everyone was surging, and blood was boiling!

"court death!"

The ancestors drank in anger, raised their hands and fell, like the sky falling down, destroying Liuhe Bahuang.

Suddenly, everyone coughed up blood and had no resistance.

Ling Xian also vomited blood, which was still the case when he used a large array of forces.

No way, Shengzu is not only powerful, but he can also use half of his power. He can't resist it.

However, he has no plans to fight.

His purpose is the intangible body behind the Holy Father.

"Thank you very much. Thank you for not being fully united.