Painting of the Nine Immortals

Deep in the emperor's mausoleum, twelve powerful men in the ninth state started a melee, which was terrifying and fierce.

The light shone, the aftermath swept through, leaving everyone in the complexion looking pale and backing down.

The aftermath of the two ninth-level powers fighting is already terrible enough, let alone twelve.

Even as strong as Lingxian, he took a few steps back.

He silently watched the war situation, waiting for an opportunity, an opportunity that could make him unaware of the ghost and steal the treasure.

If Ling Xian could do nothing before switching, after all, that was the twelfth ninth state power, who could take the food by mouth?

But now he has the ability.

Stealing the hands of the gods is supreme magic. Pirates of the housekeeping skills can completely let him steal the treasure without even knowing it.

Of course, the difficulty is high.

Therefore, Lingxian waited in peace and waited for an opportunity that would definitely succeed.

The rest are waiting.

Everyone can see that all of these ten treasures are valuable and naturally worthy of a fight.

However, they don't have Lingxian's ability, they can only pray that these ninth-level powerhouses are seriously injured and unable to compete.

"I only need one treasure, who will stop who will die!" The old man in white drank coldly, his punches were as fierce as a dragon, and the man with a negative sword retreated.

At the same time, he was so empty that he wanted to collect treasures.

However, they were jointly attacked by everyone.

If there are only ten ninth-level powers, then there is no need to fight. One person is one, but there are twelve.

This means that there will definitely be two out.

"I am all in the ninth realm. It is difficult to determine the outcome in a scuffle."

The negative sword man looked indifferent, saying: "It is better to join forces to suppress the two first, so that it can be distributed fairly."

"Easy to say, but who suppresses it?" The old man in white sneered.

"I don't like it to your eyes." The men with negative swords face each other.

"If you don't like your eyes, you will fight. Today, you will not be suppressed, and you will never swear!"

This made the rest very helpless. They wanted to sit down and talk in peace, but the old man in white and the man with negative sword obviously did not give them this opportunity.

Middle-aged men and old men in black don't want to sit down and talk.

They not only have to fight for one treasure for themselves, but also one for Lingxian. Therefore, the two want to confuse the water, and only then can they have the chance to win three treasures.

Boom boom!

All the magical powers shook the world, every momentum swept through ten directions, and the twelve of the ninth realm shot powerfully and did not let it go.

Gradually, they all hit real fire.

These people are all hegemonic characters. They are quite accustomed to weekdays. How can they go all out and get angry?

This made Ling Xian realize that her opportunity had come.

It is extremely difficult to steal treasure under the eyelids of the twelve ninth-level powers. Even if there is a **** stealing, it is not easy.

However, if these twelve ninth powerhouses did not pay attention to treasures, then it is possible.

At this moment, the minds of these twelve people are obviously put on the battle. Even if they are still paying attention to the ten light groups, they will not be as serious as before.

This gave Lingxian the chance. As long as he was careful, he could steal the treasure.

At the moment, he was in a state of mind, covering the sky with patterns.

Suddenly, his breath disappeared, and he was clearly there, but there was no trace of breath.

"The power of the ninth realm is in battle, and the eyes of the rest are also on the battle, which is undoubtedly the best opportunity."

Ling Xian smiled secretly.

At the moment, his fingers glowed, and the Supreme Masterpiece of Pirates of Immortality was activated, stealing heavenly hands.

Strange suction emerged, silent, and fell to the first light sphere on the left.

The next moment, the light ball appeared in Ling Xian's hand, and then entered his storage bag.

The whole process was silent, no one noticed it, and even the twelfth ninth state power was not found.

This makes Ling Xian happy, but also a little sense of accomplishment.

There were a total of twelve ninth-level powerhouses, hundreds of eighth-level monks, and hundreds of eyes together. Who could steal the treasure under the eyes of everyone? Even if the Supreme comes, it doesn't work!

However, Lingxian did it, which is simply incredible!

"When they find that the treasure is missing, the expression on their faces will be wonderful."

Ling Xian smiled a little, stealing God's hands, and fell to the second light ball on the left.

After that, the light ball disappeared, and when it appeared again, it was already in his storage bag.

The whole process was still electric light fire, no sound, no one noticed.

"Hit, the harder the fight, the better, so that I can steal the treasure without knowing it." Ling Xianmu smiled and hid in the crowd.

He did the same and stole a third light sphere without everyone being aware of it.

However, just as he was about to steal the fourth treasure, it was finally noticed.

"Look at it, three light **** are missing!"

A young man was slightly dull and wondered if he was dazzled.

"It's really gone, am I remembering it wrong?"

"What's going on, obviously ten light balls, why are there only seven?"

"I must be mistaken. How could the light ball be missing?"

Everyone spoke, either doubting that they had read wrongly, or suspecting that they had misremembered.

Even the twelve of the ninth state powers were confused.

It is too puzzling. Hundreds of eyes are staring at it. Even if the light ball is inserted into the wings, it cannot disappear.

"Is it the Emperor's Mausoleum? After a while, the treasure will disappear silently?"

"It's very possible, except for the Emperor Zhentian who once ruled the city of Ge, who can make the treasure disappear under the eyes of the twelfth ninth state power?"

"It's impossible. If you don't want to let future generations get the treasure, you can hide it, there is no need to tease us."

The crowd frowned, very puzzled.

The twelve monks in the ninth realm are also the two monks like Zhang Ji who are scratching their heads.

At the moment, while they are duel, they put the god's thoughts on the light ball, and want to see if it is the organ of Emperor's Tomb.

As a result, two hours passed, and the light ball did not disappear.

This made everyone assured that it was not the organ of Emperor Mausoleum.

Excluding this speculation, there is only one possibility left, artificial.

This speculation silenced everyone, or was shocked.

You know, there are twelve ninth realms here. Who can hide their perception and steal the treasure?

Even if they are obsessed with fighting, even if everyone's mind is attracted by the fighting, stealing treasure is an incredible thing.

"Although unbelievable, this is the most reliable guess."

The old man in white was somber that no one could tell that he was in a real fire.

The same is true of the rest of the ninth realm.

Stealing treasure under their eyelids will undoubtedly make them lose face, how could they not be angry?

"Interesting, even dare to steal treasure in front of me, no matter who you are, I will kill it!" The man with a negative sword had cold eyes, and his intention to kill was astonishing.