Painting of the Nine Immortals

In the secret state, Luo Xinjie Qiao's face was pale and her eyes were dim, apparently she was on the verge of death.

The power left by Han Mang was too weird, not only devouring her vitality, but also destroying her soul. Before long, she would be destroyed.

This made Ling Xian frown, helpless.

He didn't even know what Hanmang was, how could he wipe out this power?

At the moment, he made a decision, intending to enter the battle, to find out exactly what Han Mang was.

Only in this way will it be possible to pull Luo Xinjie out of the ghost gate.

"Oh, you want to go in?"

Luo Xinjie guessed Ling Xian's plan, and laughed strongly: "You have this heart, I will be content, listen to me, don't enter."

"I can't just watch you die." Ling Xian's brows frowned, and Luo Xinjie was kind to him. Naturally, he couldn't stand idly by.

"I don't want you to die."

Luo Xinjie sighed lightly: "Thanks to your cultivation at this moment, you can't stop the cold mang. If you enter, you will only become like me."

After hearing that, Ling Xian was silent.

Han Mang was terrible. He had already seen it, and even Luo Xinjie couldn't stop it. If he went in, he would probably be fierce.

But this was the only way, he had to figure out what Han Mang was to save Luo Xinjie.

"Listen to me, don't go."

"It's a blessing to die in your arms."

Luo Xinjie chuckled, still enchanted, and still obsessed with the city.

"You die now, but you die on the ground."

Ling Xian took a deep look at Luo Xinjie and said, "I will hug you again when I come back."

"Do you really want to go?" Luo Xinjie asked seriously.

"I'm determined, all you have to do is hold on and wait for me to come back," Ling Xian said in a deep voice.

"Okay, I'll wait for you."

Luo Xinjie smiled and said, "Wait for you to hug me."

Hearing that Ling Xian no longer hesitated, and drew herself into the battle.

Suddenly, the cold mang burst into the air, showing a sharp edge like a fairy sword, terrifying.

This caused Lingxian sweat to stand upright, and the scalp was numb.

It is really terrible. It really has a potential to crack the ground.

However, he already had defenses, so he shot the imperial fist bone of the imperial fist in an instant, which delayed the shattering tendency of Han Mang.

The next moment, Ling Xian moved three feet across, avoiding Han Mang.

He ran the world, trying to see what Han Mang was, but unfortunately, he could only see the superficial light and white mist on the surface.

brush!

The cold mang turned, the void shattered, like a mad dragon, terribly outrageous.

This changed Ling Xian's color, and he broke the void with his bare hands, and Kankan avoided the attack.

At the same time, the Burning World immortal bones became powerful, condensing into a round of eternal sun, the flames of the sky, shining cold.

The divine light faded and the white mist dissipated, revealing a ghostly hand bone.

It is dark and lingering with death, like the legendary devil's hand, which has the power to open the sky!

"A hand bone ..."

Ling Xianxing's eyes narrowed, quite shaking.

He thought that Han Mang was a powerful magic weapon. After all, it instantly injured Luo Xinjie, but he did not expect it to be a hand bone.

This means that the master of this bone must be an extraordinary powerhouse, otherwise, Luo Xinjie will never be able to fight back.

Click!

The bones of the hand are broken, like the same world demon, and the dead air turns, and the majesty is immense.

It is extremely powerful, let alone as a suppressed Lingxian, even in his heyday, he has no ability to compete.

Therefore, Ling Xian was blown up and could not stop the blood coughing.

However, his star eyes lighted up, because he knew what the power that swallowed Luo Xin's vitality.

Deadly!

In other words, it is the vitality plus the strength of the hand bones.

The reason Ling Xian didn't see it was dead air was because the strength of the hand bones was more obvious, covering up dead air.

But in the final analysis, it is the vitality that devours Luo Xinjie's vitality, and makes Erpin Shendan lose its effect.

In other words, as long as you can drive away the dead energy, you can save Luo Xinjie!

"Here is the treasure that cuts dead gas. Since it can be completely cut off, it can certainly drive dead gas."

"Just, where is this thing?"

Ling Xianmei's heart glowed, setting off a storm of souls, sweeping the entire array.

Unfortunately, nothing was found.

Except for the weird hand bones, nothing else is here.

This made Ling Xian realize that she was wrong from the beginning, whether it was Laoquan, or the treasure that cut off the dead, it was not in the battle at all.

The significance of this existence is to seal the hand bones and prevent it from being born.

Realizing this, Ling Xian tore the void without a word, and wanted to leave the place.

Unfortunately, it's too late.

The hand bones opened up, and the fierce power shook the world.

What's more terrible is that a dark handprint appeared on his right chest. Although there was no wound, the dead gas had already penetrated into his body.

Suddenly, Ling Xian's vitality was swiftly lost, and her spirit was debilitated.

"Oops."

Ling Xian smiled bitterly without panic.

He had expected it before he came in, or he was ready to fall.

However, he may not die, as long as he finds something to isolate the dead, he and Luo Xinjie will live. At the moment, Lingxian opened his way with the bones of the world, and after paying a huge price, he finally left the battle.

The killing intention dissipated, the fierce power converged, and the weird handbone did not pursue, nor could it pursue.

The significance of this array is to trap it. Although it was cracked by Ling Xian, it has not completely collapsed, and it still has the ability to imprison it.

"You got hurt too?"

Seeing Ling Xian covered with blood, Luo Xinjie Qiao face changed, it is difficult to hide the meaning of worry.

"Same as you." Ling Xian chuckled, and her fingers cut through the white clothes, revealing her chest with black handprints.

This made Luo Xinjie startled and angered, "You are not allowed to go, you are biased, why not listen to me?"

With that said, she was eager to attack and squirt blood.

This changed Ling Xian's complexion, and she clasped Luo Xin in her arms and said, "I am indeed injured, but I have found a way to save my life."

"Really?" Luo Xinjiemei lighted up.

"natural."

Ling Xian smiled slightly and said, "As long as we can find a way to isolate death, none of us can die."

"You mean, this power is dead air?" Luo Xin explained for a moment.

"That's right, we were wrong from the beginning, thinking that the treasure of dying is in the battle, but it's not."

"This large array is used to seal the hand bone, which is the cold mang."

"If I didn't guess wrong, it should be deeper to isolate the treasure of death."

Ling Xianxing's eyes narrowed, looking forward.

"So it is,"

Luo Xinjie sighed softly, but didn't expect to go into a misunderstanding from the beginning.

"Please hold on, wait for me to get the treasure, we will be saved." Ling Xian smiled gently, liberating Luo Xin to the ground.

"I will persist until you come back, I hope you arrive as promised." Luo Xinjie seriously looked at Ling Xian, it is difficult to hide his worry.

"Relax, I won't let you die." Ling Xian smiled and became firm.

Then, he braced his body, bypassed the large array, and struggled forward.

A moment later, he saw a vibrant jungle.

The ancient trees are towering and the flowers are beautiful. The vitality here is so strong that Ling Xing's eyes light up.

"Finally the right place."