Painting of the Nine Immortals

Fengwang Island, a mysterious place.

This island does not exist all the time, but only once every ten years.

No matter what level of creatures, as long as they are close to this island, Xiuwei will be suppressed to the peak of the seventh realm. It is said that even gods are no exception.

Therefore, no force can regard Fengwang Island as existing.

At this moment, Ling Xianduan sat in the clouds, waiting for the appearance of Fengwang Island with peace of mind.

In addition to him, there are many creatures waiting here, and more and more people come over time.

No way, the temptation of Fengwang Island is too great, even if the competition is cruel, it is difficult to refuse.

In addition to more and more people, the smell of gunpowder is also getting stronger.

The mysterious power of Fengwang Island is enough for one person to break through to the eighth state, in other words, it is all enemies in sight.

This hostile relationship was doomed from the beginning, unless it was given up the opportunity to break through to the eighth state, otherwise, it can never be changed.

As a result, everyone naturally showed hostility.

However, everyone is restraining.

Fengwang Island has not yet been opened. At this moment, duel is just for others to pick up the bargain.

"It took me two months to get here, which means that after one month, Fengwang Island would open."

Ling Xian whispered to herself, glanced at the magnificent blue sea, and then turned her eyes to the east.

There, a mighty momentum was approaching at a rapid speed.

Most importantly, the momentum is familiar.

"The demon fan ..."

Ling Xian's eyes condensed, looking at the tall figure that cut through the sky with a little doubt.

Yao Fan is the eighth powerhouse. The mysterious power of Fengwang Island is useless to her. Naturally, Ling Xian is surprised.

"Xian Ling?"

The demon fan froze and said, "How come you are here?"

"I should ask you this question."

Ling Xian smiled slightly and said, "I am the monk in the seventh realm. It is normal to come here, but you are the eighth realm."

"Also, it's really strange that I'm here."

Demon Fan smiled, and came to Ling Xian for a moment, staring at Ling Xian with his deep eyes, seemingly trying to see him through.

"Fancy me?" Ling Xian laughed.

"I heard about the Jia people."

Yao Fan took a deep look at Ling Xian and said: "I really didn't expect that in addition to the two Rune Arrays, you also have a master-level Dan Dao accomplishment."

"In this world, there are a lot of people who practise Fu Dan Zhen three times, but they are all common and difficult to master."

"And you are proficient in three things, it is incredible."

Yao Fan sighed, showing a little admiration.

You know, she is a proud and proud person, not many people can enter her law, let alone admiration.

"you flatter me."

Ling Xian smiled slightly and shifted the topic: "You haven't told me the reason for coming here. The mighty eighth-strength strongman doesn't need the mysterious power of Wangwang Island."

"I don't really need it, but I have a nephew at the pinnacle of Seventh Realm."

"Not long ago, he was badly injured and at this moment is in retreat, unable to come and take it himself."

"So, I have to come."

The demon brahman slumped to the forehead, with a temperament introverted and calm.

"So we are our opponents."

Ling Xian's eyes were condensed, and the demon Brahman was not an ordinary monk. In her generation, she was the strongest deserved, and to say the least, she had to join the seven extreme realms!

"To be honest, I want to learn from you, but I don't want to be your opponent." Yao Fan took a deep look at Ling Xian.

"Is there no certainty of victory?" Ling Xian chuckled.

"Yes."

"You are too mysterious, although it is only the seventh realm, but it gives me a sense of profoundness."

"Fighting with you at the same level, I'm not sure of victory."

Yao Fan nodded his head and admitted it frankly.

"Then give up, this time, I am bound to get the mysterious power."

Although Ling Xian's tone was light, it was full of indisputableness.

"That's not okay. I spread it and thought I was afraid of you."

The demon fan looked wary and said, "Come on, you won, I quit, I won, and you come back ten years later."

"Are there any advantages to confrontation now?"

Ling Xian laughed and said: "Too many competitors, even if you beat me, you may not get mysterious power."

"Yeah, I heard that the strongest descendant of Yu tribe will also come." Yao Fan sighed, and there was a dread in his eyes.

"It seems that this person is very strong, and even you are frightened." Ling Xian's eyes lightened.

"This person is hailed as the strongest descendant of the Yu tribe for thousands of years. Not only is he added to the seven polar realms, but he also has the legendary Tianji Yuanshen Beast." Yao Fan had a dignified expression.

"Tianji Yuanshen Beast ..."

Ling Xian's eyebrows are slightly wrinkled, but the Yuanshen Beast is quite powerful, not only possessing special abilities, but also can make the host's strength soar several times.

In particular, the Celestial Elemental Beast can be strengthened at least ten times!

"It is said that he did not awaken the ancestral Yuanshen Beast of the Yu tribe, but was more powerful than the ancestral Yuanshen Beast!" Shen Fan said in a deep voice.

"Are they stronger than the heirloom ..."

Ling Xian said to herself, "It seems that he is our biggest competitor."

"Yes, even if I meet him, I don't have much confidence." Yao Fan sighed softly.

"So, let's fight after we go in."

Ling Xian smiled lightly and said, "Now, you will keep your energy and wait for peace."

Hearing the words, Yao Fan nodded gently, and then Panxi sat beside Ling Xian and stopped speaking.

Time passes, bit by bit.

As time approaches, there are more and more creatures here, and the smell of gunpowder is getting stronger and stronger. If it was not restrained, melee would have broken out.

"It's almost time."

Ling Xian opened her eyes and looked at the center of the sea, where a strange power emanated.

However, he glanced up at the sky with only one glance.

Just because a dark tank manifested, it was so powerful that it shocked the audience.

The green dragon circled, Suzaku flying, White Tiger roaring, and Xuanwu proudly standing. The four sacred beasts lingered around the chariot. Anyone who saw it could not help but utter an exclamation.

On the chariot, a peerless figure stood proudly, like an immortal, for nine days.

His whole body is dazzling with bright light, conforms to the avenue, sympathizes with the heavens and the earth, and changes the color of everyone.

Ling Xian was also a bit moved.

This man's Tao Yun is too strong, like the son of God, the darling of the avenue, almost turning into Dao marks.

"The strongest descendant of the Yu tribe, Yu Peichen."

The demon Brahman looked dignified and said, "Sure enough, he is better known than to meet. He is stronger and more extraordinary than rumored."

"indeed."

Ling Xianshen took it for granted, and speaking of Tao Yun alone was definitely the only thing in his life.

"I want to see what he looks like, unfortunately, the Yu family's protection of God's light is by no means easy to break." Yao Fanmu Lu was curious.

"This method is really good, and they are almost on the road."

Ling Xian whispered to herself, and turned her eyes to the sea below.

There, an island emerged from the waves, there was no vision, only blood.

It's like tens of millions of people who have just died. Even if they are far apart, they can smell the thick **** smell.

"One person becomes king and ten thousand people are buried."

"How many people have to die this time ..."

Glancing at everyone, Ling Xian sighed, raised her hand, and blasted at the man who sneaked into him secretly.

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The condition is very bad, and the headache is terrible. Only this one is even worse.