Painting of the Nine Immortals

The Western Region, a piece of land belonging to the Ling tribe.

In addition to the Ling clan, there are mountains and rivers, flowers and trees here, and it is difficult to see the traces of humans or demons.

The reason is that the spirit race is too strong and too domineering.

Although the number is scarce, all of them are proud of their peers. Even the most ordinary flowers and plants become souls, and their combat power is quite powerful.

Therefore, the Western Regions are firmly under the control of the Ling clan, and no human race or other race is allowed to enter. Once they see them, they will be killed.

However, at this moment, a man ignored the laws of the Western Regions and came down as a human race.

His sword and eyebrows are star-shaped, white as snow, and have a near-immortal temperament.

It is Lingxian.

Behind him, a woman in purple blinked big jewel-like eyes, looking eastward and westward, showing a strong curiosity.

Her skin is like gel, her eyes are like autumn water, her nose is very tall, her figure is tall, three thousand blue silk is pouring down, bright and moving.

It's Xiaozi.

At that time, she was a Taoist lotus who was about to turn into a spirit. Now, she has grown into a monk at the peak of the seventh realm, no less than Lingxian.

But she didn't grow much, just like a child, she was curious about everything.

After all, she has been staying in the Nine Immortals chart and rarely born.

"My son, I feel the same kind of breath." Xiao Zimu Lu rejoiced.

"That's why I made you born."

Ling Xian chuckled, and the news he heard was the sacred earth temple in Xiyu. He also inquired about the extreme exclusivity of the Ling tribe.

In this case, it is undoubtedly convenient for Xiao Zi to come forward.

"My son, rest assured, leave it to me." Xiao Zi Zhan Yan smiled, bringing the world and the earth together, bright and moving.

"Do your best."

Ling Xian smiled slightly and said, "Let's go directly to the Temple of God."

After speaking, he was shocked and flew towards the southwest.

Before he came, he had already inquired. There were two major forces in the Western Regions, one was the Temple of the Gods and the other was the Temple of the Heavens.

The former only accepts spirits such as flowers, grass and rocks, and the latter only accepts spirits such as storms and lightning.

The two major forces, one east and one west, are not harmonious with each other, but they also do not fight and maintain a state of peace.

Ling Xian is going to the divine temple located in the west.

It is said that once there was a sibling to become a soul, who lived in the temple of the **** earth, and after death he turned into a sibling. If the rumor is true, then there must be a place in the Temple of the Gods.

Therefore, even under the spirit clan decree, Ling Xian also came to the Western Region.

Three days later, he and Xiao Zi saw a magnificent palace, like a palace of gods, overwhelming.

"Want to come, this is the Temple of Divine Land."

Ling Xianxing's eyes narrowed and she said, "Xiao Zi, you will say that I am your servant in a while, remember not to reveal any flaws."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Zi froze for a moment, and then shook her head again and again: "How can this be done? How honorable is the son, isn't this displeasing me?"

"Just disguised, not really."

"If you don't do this, the spirit family in the Temple of God will be hostile to me, and even fight against me."

"Although I'm not afraid, my purpose is to get the soil, so it's not easy to move."

"Only pretending to be your servant will the spirit tribe ignore me."

Ling Xian shook her head and laughed. Before coming, he thought about it and couldn't come forward. Otherwise, let alone say that if you get the soil, you can say whether you can save your life.

"This…"

Xiao Zi hesitated, and nodded slightly.

Immediately, she blinked her big jewel-like eyes and said, "How do I pretend?"

"Be strict with me, just like the emperor treated you."

Ling Xian chuckled, Xiao Zi was considered a half apprentice to the Great Emperor, and the Emperor was always cold, especially for his disciples.

"I understand."

Thinking of Jimo Ruxue's rigorous teaching, Xiao Zi shivered and hesitated, "I treat you like that, son ... you shouldn't be angry."

"No, rest assured to do it." Ling Xian shook her head with a smile.

"it is good."

Xiao Zi nodded her head, and then she changed her face.

If she had been lively and lovely before, bright and moving, then it was cold and indifferent at this moment.

She stared coldly at Ling Xian and said in a commanding tone: "Knock at the door."

I heard that Ling Xian couldn't help crying and laughing, but I didn't expect Xiao Zi to learn the emperor so much.

Right now, he came to the front of the palace and knocked gently on the door.

Then, Ling Xian retreated behind Xiao Zi, looking like a servant.

"what…"

A soft bang sounded, and then, a man in white stepped out of the void, his temperament was like fairy, and dust was flowing.

He looked at Xiao Zi, and there was a touch of softness in his eyes, but when he saw Ling Xian, the softness suddenly turned into coldness.

The next moment, he shot without warning, and the seventh peak peaked out.

However, it was blocked by Xiao Zi, and it was easily blocked.

As for Xiu Wei, how can she be inferior to a man and also a spiritual race?

"Dao You, what do you mean?" The man in white looked gloomy.

"I want to ask, what do you mean."

Xiao Zi's expression was indifferent, and he made the Pingran emperor's school behave like: "He is my servant, are you provoking me?"

"servant?"

The man in white frowned and looked at Ling Xian coldly, without holding back the matter.

He calmed down and said, "Taoist, I don't know why you came to the Temple of My God?"

"I want to see the ruler of the Temple of Divine Land." Xiao Zi is as high as a moon, cold as snow, just like the Great Emperor of Chaoan.

This attitude makes the white man quite unhappy, but it is not easy to get angry.

The attack just before, has fully proved that Xiao Zi's strength is good, even on him.

Therefore, the man groaned and said, "Come with me."

With that said, the gates of the palace slowly separated towards the two sides.

This made Ling Xian relieved, knowing that the first hurdle had passed, and next, it would depend on whether he could persuade the ruler of Shentu Palace.

After that, he followed Xiao Zi's body and entered the Divine Palace.

Upon entering here, Lingxian noticed four or five sacred thoughts, without exception, all being the eighth strongest.

"Good strength, even if compared to the real fairy family, I am afraid that it will not let it go."

Ling Xian sighed, dispelled the idea of ​​grabbing.

Not to mention that he and Xiao Zi are only monks in the seventh realm. Even if they are the eighth realm, they are not opponents of the Divine Palace.

"Here, come with me."

The man in white landed in front of a dormitory and said, "Elders, there is a spirit tribe to see."

"come in."

An old voice sounded, and the light of guidance emerged, covering Ling Xian and Xiao Zi.

The next moment, the two appeared in the hall, and saw an old man of stature.

At the sight of this person, Ling Xian's body became tense and her expression dignified.

Although this man's momentum is not obvious, but he feels more terrible than the masters of the Eighth Realm.

"It turned out that Wu Daolian became spiritual ..."

The old man's eyes were so deep that he broke Xiao Zi's body.

This made Xiaozi Qiao's face slightly changed, but she calmed down when she thought that the chaos of the peace chaos was light and light, "Your good eyesight."

After hearing that, the old man smiled slightly and turned his eyes to Lingxian.

Although mild, it is as sharp as a sword, sharp and unstoppable.