Painting of the Nine Immortals

In the purple hall, the middle-aged man swallowed the mountains and rivers with one enemy and three.

Among the people who entered the purple waters, except Ling Xian, he was his strongest. The old man in white was not his opponent.

Therefore, he dominated the place, and 70% of the treasures went into his storage bag.

At this moment, the middle-aged man is fighting for a treasure with one enemy and three.

He was fierce like a dragon. Despite facing the trio, he still prevailed, and the three coughed up blood.

In just a moment, the three men couldn't stop him. Even if they tried their best, they were not the opponents of middle-aged men.

In the end, the two died and one fled.

This made the middle-aged man laugh aloud, only to feel hearty and very happy.

"Don't be too happy, wait until you leave the mystery, and someone will kill you!" An old man in gray was not surprised.

"You're referring to that little bastard." The middle-aged man sank, and said, "He wants to kill me, too, and dream!"

"The dreamer is you."

The old man in smirk sneered, and said, "You can't stop him if you join forces with more than 20 people. If you're alone, you can't stop even three moves!"

"On the premise that he can find me."

The middle-aged man had no fear and said, "He is in a different space from me, and he wants to kill me, next life."

"I mean after going out." The gray-clad old man whispered, "Everyone is going out together. By then, it will be your death."

"That dead man is him."

"I'm the elder of the Holy Sect. There are many strong men out there to answer me. Did he kill me?"

The middle-aged man laughed loudly and didn't take Ling Xian to heart.

"You turned out to be the elder of the Holy Sect!" The old man in grey clothing took a breath, and did not expect the middle-aged man to be so big.

Halloween is the transcendental force of the city of Ge, if not the strongest, it is enough to rank among the top three, and it can be called a behemoth.

Moreover, the Sect of the Holy Sect is extremely protective, even if it is just an ordinary disciple, it is not allowed to be bullied by outsiders, let alone a distinguished elder?

"Afraid."

The middle-aged man was proud and said, "In the secret state, he can't kill me, and out of the secret state, the dead person is him."

Hearing that the gray-clad old man was silent. Although Ling Xian's strength was deeply rooted in his heart, he did not think that Ling Xian could compete with Qingtian Mountain.

That is the Holy Sect that dominates the city of Zhige. There is a giant monster sitting in the supreme town, let alone a monk in the eighth realm.

"Hahaha, dare to oppose me, he only has a dead end!"

The middle-aged man laughed wildly, which made many people show resentment, but they all dared not to speak.

Leaving aside his background, talking about strength alone is enough to sweep the place, and everyone naturally dares not say anything.

But at this moment, a cold word suddenly sounded, making the middle-aged man's smile froze on his face.

"So powerful, I just don't know, how can you stop me?"

Bright light emerged, and after dissipating, Ling Xian's figure was revealed.

He stood with his hands on his back, angry as if he was immortal, and as powerful as a demon, so that everyone was ashamed.

Especially middle-aged men are stiff and cold.

Although he believed that Ling Xian could not kill himself, he was very afraid of Ling Xian.

There is no way, Ling Xian is too powerful, so many monks join forces and have been crushed by him. How could a middle-aged man be an opponent?

Therefore, the moment he saw Ling Xian, the middle-aged man's legs were soft, and the whole person was shaking a little.

"I'm here to kill you."

Ling Xian glanced at the middle-aged man and said, "Can you leave a last word?"

"How is it possible, how can you break the rules and come to my space?" The middle-aged man shouted, afraid to accept this cruel reality.

He did have fear before, but it was based on Ling Xian being unable to appear in front of him. At this moment, Ling Xian appeared, how could he not be afraid?

"Maybe it matters either?"

Ling Xian faintly spoke. He did not have the power to break the rules, but he had the skill and could send him here with only a thought.

"Hahaha, the important thing is that the son appears in front of you." The elderly gray man laughed loudly, full of pleasure.

Many people are the same. Although they are puzzled, this is not important. What is important is that Ling Xian appears, and a middle-aged man will die!

"Impossible, this is impossible!" The middle-aged man growled, chilling all over, like falling in an ice cave.

"Let's go." Ling Xian glanced at the middle-aged man indifferently, too lazy to talk nonsense with this man.

At the moment, he cited the power of Xia into the body, and then punched out, breaking the void.

This made the middle-aged man startled and hurriedly took out the shield from here, blocking the Pingran Dingxianquan.

However, when the second fist seal was reached, the shield cracked immediately, and the middle-aged man coughed for blood and backed up again and again.

This surprised everyone at the scene. Although it had been expected that middle-aged men could not stop Lingxian's moves, they did not expect that they would lose so quickly.

"A good magic weapon, but unfortunately it's in your hands, but it's just pearly dust." Lingxian's expression was indifferent, her fingers glowing, bright like the sun.

"No, you can't kill me!"

The middle-aged man shivered violently and said, "I am the Elder of the Holy Sect, you dare to kill me. The Holy Sect will never let you go!"

"Halloween Sect?" Ling Xian froze slightly, never heard of this power.

Seeing this, the gray-clad old man spoke, and briefly talked about the strength of Halloween.

At the same time, he also vaguely advised Ling Xian to be patient and not to kill the middle-aged man.

"Are you supreme?" Ling Xianxing's eyes flashed with surprise, but without fear.

The Supreme is indeed an existence that he can only look up to now, but so far, too many people have threatened him with his background. Why has he ever been afraid?

"You let me go, and the grudges are over, I will never deal with you."

The middle-aged man calmly said, "Otherwise, you will come down with me soon."

"I don't accept threats, even if there is the Supreme Sect.

Ling Xian's expression became cold, and she said, "Let's go, you die, and the grievance will end."

"No! If you kill me, even if you flee to the ends of the earth, Halloween will break you to pieces!" The middle-aged man yelled in horror.

"Everyone said I don't accept threats. Why don't I remember it?"

Ling Xian was too lazy to say that in the fearful eyes of the middle-aged man, he made two invincible punches. One smashed the man's last defense, and one shattered the human form.

The blood splattered and the spirits disappeared. The middle-aged man embarked on Huangquan Road before even having a scream.

This kept everyone here, not because Ling Xian's two punches bombarded the person's strength, but because after learning the horror of the Holy Sect, Ling Xian still killed the person.

You know, Halloween is not only a behemoth with a supreme seat, but also a famous guardian.

An elder is killed. For the Holy Sect, it is blood and enmity.

"My son, you're doing something big."

The old man in sigh sighed and said, "I have already persuaded you, why don't you listen?"

After hearing the words, everyone also spoke, urging Lingxian how far to go, don't stay near the city of Zhige.