Painting of the Nine Immortals

Above the height of the ten thousand feet, the black light ball and the three-inch silver needle are suspended. The former is deadly, and the latter is fierce and terrifying.

This made the magic fairy's eyes condense and said, "Dead gas?"

"Yes, you should know the terrible death, even if Zhao Shikong does not die, he must shed skin."

Ling Xian smiled lightly and said, "Together with your Soul Killer, it is entirely possible to kill it."

After finishing speaking, he threw the black light ball and the three-inch silver needle into the bottom of the mountain, and at the same time covered it with the mask of heaven gods, and conquered the fierceness of these two treasures.

Then he waved his sleeves and the mountain peak closed.

"Zhao Shikong is not a simple character. Be careful."

The magic fairy took a deep look at Ling Xian and said, "If you can't kill him, you must leave immediately."

"Rest assured, I know Qingshan is not afraid that there is no wood burning."

Ling Xian smiled slightly and said: "You leave, he should be familiar with you, if he stays, he will be aware of it."

"Okay, you need to be careful." The demon fairy nodded her head slightly, and then her body flickered away.

Seeing this, Ling Xian concealed her breath by covering the heavens, and came outside Baizhang.

The heavenly **** array may not be able to conceal the power of the ninth realm, but with the distance of one hundred feet, it is difficult to detect.

"Be patient, kill this person, and I will be able to complete the entrustment of stealing immortals."

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

Time passed little by little. In the early morning the next day, he opened his eyes and flashed a cold flash.

Just because the goal appeared.

It was an old man in gray clothes, with a faint face like a deep sea, with one glance, Ling Xian determined that this person was Zhao Shikong.

"Finally here ..." Ling Xian murmured to herself, and then the thoughts broke, causing the Rune to crack open, revealing the treasure aura.

Suddenly, Zhao Shikong gave a light sigh, not the discovery of Lingxian, but the aura of the magnificent peak.

He is a ninth-level powerhouse. If Ling Xian intentionally lets him discover it, if he doesn't notice it, it is a waste.

"Good luck, even encountered the treasure land." Zhao Shikong smiled slightly, and frowned suddenly, feeling something wrong.

He has walked this road no less than ten times. Before, he never found any treasures here.

At the moment, his eyebrows glowed, and he explored the high peaks.

In his perception, there were only treasures in the mountains and no danger.

"It looks like I think too much."

"I didn't notice it before. I thought it was because the Rune was not cracked, so I couldn't feel it."

Zhao Shikong smiled slightly, his eyes flashing with joy.

Although he is the power of the ninth realm, the treasure in the mountain is not ordinary, and more importantly, it is a pie in the sky.

Anyone who meets will be delighted and will not miss it.

At the moment, Zhao Shikong's big hand waved, and the majestic and mighty shouting came out, smashing the rune.

The next moment, Wanzhang's peak split, the treasure flow turned, and the light burst into the sky.

"Good baby, I didn't expect that I was so lucky."

Zhao Shikong's eyes glowed fiercely, making Lingxian's mouth rise, revealing a touch of smile.

This is not good luck, but death.

"It's a good sign to go out to meet Yubao." Zhao Shikong smiled, his body flickered, and he entered the mountain.

Then he waved his hand to take the treasure, but he found nothing in the mountains, leading him to the abyss.

In other words, it is close to the black light ball and the three-inch silver needle.

Soon after, Zhao Shikong collected all the treasures, only one step away from the fatal killing.

"It's enough to laugh, it's time to cry." Ling Xian muttered to herself, a hint of coldness flashed in the star eyes.

The next instant, he detonated the black light ball, horrifying death swept across all directions, making Zhao Shikong's complexion greatly changed.

Unable to defend, he only had time to urge mana, and he had no time to consolidate.

Therefore, Zhao Shikong was equal to the tenth percentile of death, and his face paled for a moment.

There is no way, the vitality is terrible, especially the mass of vitality that erupted in an instant, it is even more terrifying. Even him, it is difficult to resist.

Therefore, when the dead air raged, Zhao Shi's air became weak and his eyes were dim.

However, he did not die.

Although he did not have time to cast the defense magic power, but his cultivation was in the middle of the ninth realm, so he was just hit hard.

"Sure enough, I can't kill this person ..." Ling Xian sighed lightly without surprise.

The deadly light ball can only threaten the monks in the early ninth realm, but Zhao Shikong is in the middle of the ninth realm, so it is naturally difficult to kill.

However, he was not frustrated because he had not yet used the Soul Killer made by the Supreme Ancient.

Although this treasure is not the Supreme Soldier, it is also very close, and because of its characteristics, it is far more powerful than the magic weapon of the same rank.

If used properly, in the case of Zhao Shikong's serious injuries, he can absolutely kill him!

"Damn, how could there be death here?"

Zhao Shikong yelled, it was impossible to figure out why the treasure land almost made him fall.

"Unsuccessful, they become benevolent and fight." Ling Xian's eyes lightened, urging the soul killer.

Suddenly, the three-inch silver needle broke, which made Zhao Shikong startled and hurriedly urged the defense magic power.

However, he ignored the characteristics of the soul-killing needle. This treasure is only aimed at the soul, and the magic power is invalid at all.

By the time he reacted, it was too late.

The three-inch silver needle pierced his brows, making him scream in the sky, his face twisted.

It really hurts, even if the heart is as strong as iron, it can't bear it.

"what!"

Zhao Shikong held his head with both hands, his mind was blurred, and he was about to faint.

However, he knew that if he passed out, he would surely die.

At the moment, Zhao Shikong endured severe pain and tried his best.

boom!

Divine storms swept through the eight wastelands, such as the awakening of the peerless fierce venom, even if it is far away, it also makes Lingxian's blood pumping.

"It is worthy of being able to fight against the strongest of Zhao's family, and the soul strength is far beyond the same level." Ling Xian sighed softly, knowing that the soul killing needle was difficult to kill Zhao Shikong.

Sure enough, when Zhao Shikong worked desperately, the power of the Soul Kill suddenly diminished and eventually disappeared.

However, he also paid a bitter price.

At this moment, Zhao Shikong not only suffered severe damage to his body, but also his soul was extremely weak, and his real life was alive.

"Who the hell? Get out of me!"

Zhao Shikong furiously rushed to the crown, if at this moment he didn't realize that he was in an ambush, it would be too stupid.

"Do you really want me to come out?" Ling Xian said lightly, rising up.

"It really is a trap!"

Zhao Shikong gritted his teeth and said, "No matter who you are, you are dead, no, I want to make you better than death!"

"Do you have this ability at the moment?"

Ling Xian looked indifferent and fell in front of Zhao Shikong.

Originally, he did not intend to show up. After all, Zhao Shikong was a ninth-level powerhouse, and even if he was on the verge of death, he might be killed.

However, his hole cards have been exhausted, and if he does not show up, his previous efforts will be burned.

Therefore, Ling Xian must show up and give Zhao Shikong a final blow!

"The ants in the eighth state dare to ambush me and find death!"

Zhao Shikong's anger was extremely extreme. When he thought that he almost died in Lingxian's hands, he almost became mad.