Painting of the Nine Immortals

In the deep sea, everyone looked dull, and after a long while, they returned to God one after another.

"Too strong, is he still human?"

"So many strong men have joined together to deal with him, and he has been suppressed as much as possible. It's fantastic."

"I regret choosing the purple area. With him, who can compete with him for chance?"

Everyone took a sigh of relief, especially those who participated in the siege of Lingxian, and they were shocked to the point where they could not be added.

At the same time, it was extremely bitter.

They joined forces to deal with Ling Xian, which was a shame, but it was defeated, which is even more shameful!

Therefore, they all feel that they have no face to face, especially middle-aged men and old men in white, and they can't wait to find a place to dig into it.

"Now, does anyone want to block the way?"

Ling Xianmu glanced at the audience, calm and deep, without a slight edge, but let everyone in the audience bow their heads, afraid to look at him.

Even middle-aged men and white men are no exception.

More than 20 people joined forces and were crushed by Ling Xian. Who would dare to block his way?

"It seems that no one wants to block the way."

Ling Xian said faintly, "Don't stand behind at this moment, don't try to shoot behind, otherwise I won't show mercy."

As he said, he turned his attention to the middle-aged man and the old man in white, implying a warning.

"Dare to."

The old man in white smiled bitterly. He joined forces with so many strong people and was beaten so badly by Ling Xian. How dare he shot alone?

"Same for me." The middle-aged man sighed, as if he was a few decades old, and his spirit was debilitated.

Earlier, he said that fighting alone can also suppress Lingxian. At the moment, it proves that this is a big joke.

"well."

Ling Xian's eyes were deep, looking at the purple palace, and a glance of expectation flashed in the stars' eyes.

He wasn't sure if he could reach the end of the road, but he was sure that if he wanted to have the magic power comparable to the Tao, he would have to cross the bridge.

At the moment, Lingxian's eyes turned firm and took the first step.

Suddenly, the majestic pressure came down and he couldn't get over the defense. His waist was bent a few inches and his complexion was pale.

On one hand, it was too hard to prevent, and on the other, it was too heavy. If you were carrying a mountain before, it would be five at this moment.

"It seems that the test has just begun."

Looking at the front without seeing the end, Ling Xian shook her head and smiled bitterly.

With just one step, his pressure has increased fivefold, and you can imagine how hard it was to get to the end.

It is no exaggeration to say that it is definitely several times harder than his sweep of middle-aged men and others!

"Suppressing the ten-party rivals is only an appetizer, this bridge is the real difficulty." Ling Xian sighed, her eyes turned firm.

No matter how difficult or bitter, as long as the heart doesn't move, nothing can stop him.

At the moment, Ling Xian took the third step and landed on the light bridge.

boom!

The pressure fell, as heavy as 100,000 mountains, and even Ling Ling, the corners of his mouth were overflowing with blood.

It is really too heavy. He has experienced several trials similar to this moment for many years, but even if they are added together, they are not as good as Guangqiao!

"What happened? How could he suddenly cough up blood?"

"That's the price of choosing a narrow bridge, which can't be easily passed."

"Just taking three steps and bleeding from the corners of his mouth was terrible."

Everyone was exclaimed, and they were all fortunate, and middle-aged men and white men were no exception.

Ling Xian's strength, everyone sees, even he can hardly resist the pressure of the optical bridge, they are naturally impossible to carry.

"Cough ..." Ling Xian coughed up blood, looking pale, and the whole person was shaking a little.

It was too heavy. He had bent his waist, and even if he tried his best, he couldn't stand up.

However, he could not shake his faith.

"I have to come to an end anyway."

Ling Xian pressed down the writhing blood, her body glowed, as bright as the sun.

At this moment, he no longer kept it, and used 10% of his physical strength.

Suddenly, his stress was reduced by a few points, and then he took a big step and walked steadfastly forward.

One step, two steps, three steps ... Ling Xian staggered, her back crouched, like an old man who was about to die.

With each step, his injury would be severe. Gradually, his white clothes were red with blood.

You have to know that even in the face of more than 20 strong men joining hands, he has not suffered such a serious injury, which shows how terrible the pressure of the optical bridge is.

"I hate a word the most in my life. The bamboo basket is empty, but at the moment, I like it very much."

"Haha, I like it too, this sentence is too suitable for him."

"What about strength? What about sweeping me? Wait for nothing."

Everyone spoke, implying irony.

In this regard, Ling Xianhuan remains unknown.

He didn't bother to care about these clowns, but the only thought at the moment was to reach the end and enter the palace!

Therefore, Lingxian kept walking, even if the flesh broke apart, she didn't give up.

As he continued to walk, his injuries became more and more severe, and in the end, the flesh had cracked.

However, he also saw hope.

The end point is just ahead, just three more steps to enter the palace.

"Three steps like nature ..."

Ling Xian sighed, her body almost collapsed, and her consciousness began to dissipate.

He has no extra energy to take a step, let alone three steps, even if it is only one step, it is difficult to take.

"Dying on it, this is your best place to go." The middle-aged man sneered, not thinking that Ling Xian might reach the end.

The same goes for the rest.

Ling Xian's physical body is almost disintegrated, and her soul is on the verge of dissipating. How could it come to an end?

"Just one more step, he will die!"

"Yes, the pressure on the optical bridge has multiplied enough to crush him."

"Poor, obviously close at hand, but unable to move."

Everyone started talking, showing a bit of ridicule.

In this regard, Ling Xianhuan remains unknown.

His physical body is almost collapsing, but that doesn't mean he can't move.

At present, Lingxian is running Tianzun Ancient Blood, and his energy is burning like a flame.

If the previous him, such as the candle remaining in the wind, may be extinguished at any time, then at this moment, he is not extinguishing the sun, shining brightly!

Although only temporary, it is enough for Lingxian.

At the moment, he stepped out and landed on the light bridge.

Suddenly, Ling Xian spurted blood and trembled.

However, his eyes still glowed and his faith remained firm.

boom!

The second step fell, the light bridge vibrated, and the sea was boiling.

The next moment, Ling Xian took the third step. The moment it fell, the light bridge shattered!

His body was also torn apart, and he was standing still.

However, Lingxian succeeded and passed the optical bridge alive!

This made this place into a deadly silence. Everyone stared at Ling Xian dumbly, and set off a huge wave inside.

Especially middle-aged men are shocked to the point where they cannot be added.

At this moment, he felt that he was slaped severely by Ling Xian, and his only face was gone.