Painting of the Nine Immortals

Underneath the city of Hanxue, a peerless fairy shadow floats up and down, Shen Xia surrounds the body, Dao Yun adds body, above all beings.

This is a country-loving woman, the spiritual show of Zhongtiandi, the glorious scenery of the mountains and rivers, as the fairy of Lingbo, noble and inviolable.

"Not a treasure?"

Ling Xian's eyebrows frowned. I thought it would be a magic weapon, but I didn't expect it to be a gorgeous woman.

"It's right to say I'm a treasure."

Women's lips are slightly open, like pearls and jade plates, which are crisp and touching.

She stared at Ling Xian indifferently, and said, "I am the seventh-generation patriarch of the Han family, and blended with the cold and snowy veins, and became a special treasure."

"The seventh-generation patriarch?"

Ling Xian frowned, and said, "Are you a living person?"

"To be precise, it is a living dead."

"The earth's veins will not die, I will not die, but I cannot leave this place, and I will be sealed in the ice and lose my consciousness."

"I can wake up only if my juniors melt the ice with their blood."

The woman sighed softly, looking at the coldness that lost her vitality.

"So it is."

Ling Xian's eyebrows stretched out, and in a short word, he explained the situation in Hanxuecheng again.

"Outland Demon ..."

The woman froze, staring at the lifeless cold, saying, "No wonder she gave her life to wake me up."

Then, she looked at Ling Xian and said, "Are you her lover?"

"Senior misunderstood, I'm just friends with her."

Ling Xian shook her head and glanced deeply at the woman. She said, "Since the predecessor can't die, she can too."

"Smart little guy."

The woman smiled and said, "She can replace me and become the guardian of Cold Snow City."

"Replace you?"

Ling Xian frowned, and said, "Isn't this saying that the seniors will dissipate?"

"I'd rather dissipate than being a living dead."

The woman sighed: "Can't leave without consciousness, it's no different than dying."

Hearing that Ling Xian was silent.

As the woman said, this is really no different from death. The only difference is that there is a little hope.

"It's the rules of Hanxue City. Whenever there is a disaster, there will be a woman who ties her body and wakes up the guardian."

"After that, you will become the new guardian."

The woman sighed softly and said, "Poor little fellow, many of the good things in this world have not tasted, and they will become living dead."

"It is better than complete death. At least, there is a bit of hope." Ling Xian smiled, not wanting Han to die.

Although this is just a fantasy, it refers to reality, that is, everything is real.

"To be exact, there is little hope."

"The cold and snowy veins are special, the integration is simple, and the separation is not easy."

"Even if it can be detached, it is difficult to reshape the body."

The woman sighed, looking at the cold cold, and said, "I don't see the hope of resurrection, and I don't want to live again. Hope, she will have the opportunity to resurrect.

Talking, she pointed at Han Li's eyebrows, and her majestic power flowed out, endless like a raging sea, and she was full of anger.

It is too scary, even if it is as strong as Lingxian, it is difficult to breathe.

"Is this the power of the cold snow ... is equivalent to the power of the ninth realm!"

Ling Xian's pupils shrank, and the burning bones of the immortal and the burning fire of evil spirits came out to resist the cold air.

Then he smiled slightly.

In this illusion, the power of the ninth realm is the invincible existence.

boom!

The coldness of the world, the mighty power of the gods, the power of the cold and snowy veins poured into the cold away, letting her physical body gradually dissipate.

The figure of the woman has gradually faded.

After a moment, her figure completely disappeared, leaving only a complex sigh, and slowly echoing.

"Finally freed, I hope you are the last."

The voice fell, Han Li opened his eyes, and suddenly the frost was empty, and he was magnificent.

Although it is just a ghost image of the soul, it is lifelike, like a fairy standing in the dust, as the emperor is awake, beautiful and powerful.

"I ... I'm not dead?"

"It's almost like death, just a little hopeless."

Ling Xian sighed and said the whole thing.

This made Han Li shake first, then sentimental, and finally a bright smile appeared.

"Whether it's alive or dead, there is no hope, at least, my consciousness is still there."

"More importantly, I have the power to avenge the demons outside the territory, to avenge my father and all those who died."

Feeling the majestic strength, Han Li's eyes flickered cold and murderous.

"Yes, this is a blessing in misfortune."

Ling Xian sighed, if he was not bad, he could leave the illusion and become a disciple of the inner door after cutting out all the demons outside the territory.

"Let's go, I can't wait."

Han Li's eyes were cold and she wanted to leave the place, but she couldn't move.

A mysterious force imprisoned her, let alone broke out, and couldn't even take a step.

"You are now in a snowy vein and cannot leave."

Ling Xian sighed, lost her freedom, and even lost her consciousness. This is extremely cruel to any soul.

"forget."

Han Li shook his head with a bitter smile, and said, "Can't leave, how can I cut off the extraterrestrial demon?"

"Bring them over, just leave them to me." Ling Xian smiled slightly.

"You alone are too dangerous, after all, they are the five leaders." Han Limu was worried.

"Anyway, I don't play against them." Ling Xian waved her hands with a smile.

If he fights, I'm afraid he will fall down after a face-to-face meeting. After all, the Jinmo man's strength is extremely strong.

But if seduced, he is confident that he is safe.

"That can only be the case."

Han Li took a deep look at Ling Xian and said, "Be careful."

"Rest assured, they can't kill me."

Ling Xian smiled faintly, her body moved instantly, and she broke through.

Afterwards, he unleashed his momentum with impunity, such as the God of War awakened, leaving the remaining demon outside the flames to anger, but he was afraid to speak.

The five leaders have not yet returned. With their strength, even Lingxian can't shake a finger.

"It's almost time. Soon, I'll see you off the road."

Ling Xian murmured to herself, then closed her eyes and waited calmly.

After a short while, the five shadows appeared with fierce fierce power, all of them raging and murderous.

In particular, the red-haired man was staring at Ling Xian desperately, wishing he could swallow him alive.

"Meet again, I said, next time you meet, get your head."

Ling Xian smiled lightly, as extraordinary as a magpie, elegant and elegant.

"you wanna die!"

The red-haired man drank in anger, burned the furnace, and burned the heavens, but refined the demon.

"The dead person will not be me." Ling Xian's smile continued unabated.

The cold leave is equivalent to the ninth realm, and it is easy to kill the five leaders. Even the golden eyed man is difficult to block a move.

In other words, they must die.

"If I didn't guess wrong, it is you who peeped at us secretly." The man with golden eyes spoke indifferently, like a supreme god, overlooking all beings.

"Yes, you have a keen sense of spirit and almost found me."

Ling Xian smiled and did not mean to ridicule, but in the eyes of several people, no doubt ridiculed.