Painting of the Nine Immortals

Above the death star, Lingxian's mouth raised, showing a bright smile.

He didn't expect that the six would be so stupid.

"Just smile and wait for me to repair it. I'll see if you can still laugh!"

The old man in purple was somber and focused on repairing.

The rest also paid full attention to Ling Xian.

The big burst was just a burst of eyes, and the black photosphere did not completely disintegrate, which means that there is still the possibility of repair.

Even if it can't be repaired, the black light ball can be stabilized so as not to start from scratch.

In this way, killing Lingxian was naturally ranked second.

"I have to say that you are very calm-headed and can weigh the weight in extreme anger."

"But in my opinion, this is a stupid decision."

Ling Xian seems to be smiling. If he is an ordinary person, the old man in purple clothes and the others are doing the right thing. If he changes, he will repair the big team first.

But is he ordinary?

He is the leader of Feng Qingming's lineage, the great master of the front!

It is no exaggeration to say that as long as he thinks, he can destroy this array in a single thought!

"Stupid?" The old man in purple glared coldly. "Boy, I promise, I will make you die miserably."

"This sentence should be what I say to you."

"I was still sorry, you left and couldn't kill you with death."

"Now, you took the initiative to come to your door, and it just happened to complete me."

Ling Xian smiled slightly. The reason why the black light ball calmed down was because the old man in purple clothes stabilized his eyes. The five ninth powers were just icing on the cake.

With only one thought, he can completely break the array, even if the old man in purple is doing his best, he can't stop it.

At that time, the black light sphere will burst, and that instant power, even the Supreme, will have to be seriously injured.

Therefore, Ling Xian felt that the decisions of these people were very stupid. The correct way is to kill him first and then repair the big team.

"No words!"

The old man in white sneered, and said, "Boy, don't be arrogant too soon, wait for me to make up your hands, and you will be happy."

"I've said so clear, you haven't realized it, it's stupid."

Ling Xian shook her head and smirked, and turned her eyes to the old man in Ziyi, saying, "You never thought about it, how did an eighth level monk break my eyes?"

After hearing that, the old man in purple was stunned, and then he was astonished.

"Retreat! Rewind!"

The old man in purple screamed, letting the five ninth realms be able to hold back, for unknown reasons.

"I realize now, don't you think it's too late?"

With a small chuckle, Ling Xian raised her hand to show the pattern, and fell on top of it.

Suddenly, there was a burst of cracks, and in the eyes of several people, every inch was broken.

The next moment, the black light ball disintegrated, and the death gas swept across ten sides, leaving six people in shock.

There is no way to be afraid. The black light ball contains endless death, and the power that erupts in an instant can't even stop the Supreme, let alone them?

At this moment, several people finally understood Ling Xian's words and finally realized how stupid they were.

Unfortunately, it's too late.

The lifelessness is endless. For three thousand miles, there is no time to hide. Therefore, the six can only resist.

boom!

Lifeless, surging like the waves of the Yangtze River, surging.

In just a few moments, the faces of several people turned black, as if they were poisoned by poison, and their lives soon died.

There is no way, the light ball contains too much vitality. With their strength, they will be half disabled.

Ling Xian stood three thousand miles away and looked at the center of the explosion with a look of indifference and no mercy.

He has no resentment against the old man in purple clothes, etc., but these people will shoot him sooner or later. Instead of waiting for them to kill themselves, it is better to start first!

After a few breaths of time, the dead air spread, revealing the figure of six people.

The three were lying down and the three were standing.

The old man in purple is one of the standing people, but although he survived, he was extremely weak.

So did the other two.

The almost infinite death gas erupted in an instant, which is really terrible. If they were not the same generation, they would be like three fallen men.

"Three dead ..." Ling Xianmuguang condensed, not dissatisfied, but too satisfied.

Although the power of that moment was extremely terrifying, even the Supreme had to be seriously injured, but severe injury and death are two concepts.

Originally, Ling Xian thought that he could kill one person, even if it was good, I didn't expect to die three.

"You turned out to be the master ..." The old man in purple was all cold, and the other two were cold all over.

It was too terrible. In the blink of an eye, three powers of the ninth realm died, and anyone who changed would have a chill.

"I just realized it was late." Ling Xian looked indifferent.

"I should have thought of it. Except for the Grand Master, who can break my center of formation without using brute force?" The old man in purple clothes stared at Ling Xian, shocked, and full of killing.

Six mighty ninth-level powers are actually being applauded by an eighth-level monk, which is simply a shame!

"You **** it!"

The old man in purple was roaring, his hands were empty, covering the sky.

However, both speed and power are greatly reduced.

"Now you still have the ability to kill me?"

Ling Xian faintly opened her mouth, and Jiutian Shenyi vibrated, avoiding this palm.

This makes the purple-clad old man even more angry and helpless.

His injuries are very serious, let alone killing Lingxian, whether he can leave this dead star alive is unknown.

"If I were you, I would leave immediately, otherwise you would not be able to leave."

Ling Xian looked indifferent. Although the old man was seriously injured, after all, he was a ninth-level power, and he was unable to kill him.

"I can't go, you don't even want to leave."

The old man in purple clothes gritted his teeth and said, "How long can a monk in an extraordinary world stay here?"

"You can't stop me."

Ling Xian glanced at the old man lightly and said, "Admit defeat, you guys, you have failed."

"You!" The old man in Ziyi's lungs exploded, but he could not refute.

Ling Xian was right. After a century of hard work, she lost three more ninth-level powers, which was undoubtedly a defeat.

If this is passed on, a few of them will be reduced to laughter!

"Withdraw first, in our current state, we won't be able to persist for a long time, and then delay, I'm afraid we can't get out of this death star."

The old man in white sighed for a long time, looking faint and weak.

"No more, no more." The old man in Ziyi closed his eyes in pain, only to feel his face shameless.

"a wise decision."

Ling Xian smiled lightly. He can say that he won a great victory in this battle, which is quite satisfactory.

"I remember you, one day, sooner or later, I will kill you with my own hands." The old man in purple clothes took a deep look at Ling Xian, then no longer hesitated, turned and left.

The other two were also the same, leaving a glance, full of killing.

"Next time, maybe I killed you."

Watching the back of the three men lingering, Ling Xian murmured to himself, then moved his eyes to the floating dead air, a flash of fiery flash in the star eyes.