Painting of the Nine Immortals

There is no void in the sky, the Yuanying villain rises and falls, colorful gods surround the body, and the mysterious and charming rhyme permeates.

It is like an ancient Buddha, like an immortal emperor, immortal and terrifying.

Ling Xian's eyes were deep, looking at the Emperor Zhentian who was engulfed in mountains and rivers.

The emperor Zhentian wanted to destroy his soul and take his physical body. The matter was irreconcilable. Only when one side fell, could the curtain fall.

Therefore, Ling Xian went crazy.

The Yuanying villain opened his eyes again, the storm was surging, and it hit the Emperor Zhentian.

"Everything is in vain in front of me."

The Emperor Zhentian opened his mouth indifferently, and the force of unmatched spirits poured out, easily defeating Lingxian's power.

puff!

A bite of blood spilled, Ling Xian's face was pale, his eyes were dim.

The battle of spirits and souls is the most dangerous. If you are not careful, you will lose your soul.

However, Lingxian will not.

His soul has a trace of immortality. With the power of Zhentian Emperor now, his soul cannot be destroyed.

"We really have eyes and no beads. I didn't expect that this person's soul was so powerful."

"Unfortunately, he met Emperor Zhentian."

"He's so unlucky. The Emperor Zhentian is so determined to take his physical body. Even if he is amazing, he can't have a way to live."

The crowd sighed and sighed, some were worried, others were gloating.

Sun is really one of those worried.

He bombarded the barrier frantically, trying to break it and rescue Lingxian.

Unfortunately, it cannot be shaken at all.

The entire emperor's mausoleum is a supreme soldier. Although it has no effect on seizing the house, it is easy to suppress them.

"You don't have to waste any effort, you can't save him." The man with a negative sword smiled sarcastically.

This makes Sun Zhen look cold, but has no words to refute.

He can only pray for Ling Xian to reverse the situation, but in the current situation, Ling Xian is unable to return to heaven.

boom!

Yuan Ying opened his eyes and moved the ground, Ling Xianru woke up with a peerless fierce anger and swallowed the heavens and earth.

However, it did not shake the Emperor Zhentian.

He was too powerful, the power of the soul was extremely strong, and he easily defeated Lingxian's power.

The blood was dripping, shocking, Ling Xian's eyes were dim, and the Yuanying villain had cracks.

"Give up, you can't stand up to the sky." The Emperor Zhentian looked down at Ling Xian, his eyes burning, full of longing.

Ling Xian's body is so perfect. Even if he survived the second life with the blood of the origin, he was born with a lot of luck, and he couldn't match it.

"I said, you are not God."

Ling Xian's eyes were cold and mangling, Yuan Ying's villain released a great light, and illuminated the entire emperor's tomb.

His spirit strength is indeed not as good as that of the Emperor Zhentian. Even if his life is spared, he is not an opponent, but this does not mean that he has no hope.

It is not easy to destroy his soul.

"You really don't see the coffin and don't cry, let alone I break your last hope."

Emperor Zhentian's eyes were cold, the power of the soul was like a shocking wave, the Lingxian Yuanying shattered, and his soul was apathetic.

However, he could not let his soul fly.

His soul has a trace of immortality, and it is impossible to shatter the Emperor Zhentian's current ability.

"interesting…"

The Emperor Zhentian looked at him with a narrow eye and said, "I thought you were just on the road to the immortal soul for the first time. I did not expect that you have already taken a few steps."

"So, you can't destroy my soul." Ling Xian smiled softly and calmly.

The immortal soul is the most heavenly power in the world. If it comes to an end, heaven and earth are destroyed, and his soul will not be destroyed.

Such an anti-sky power, even if only one ten thousandth, is not only the remnant soul of the Zhentian Emperor can shake.

"I do not believe."

The Emperor Zhentian's eyes were cold, and the power of the soul was like a huge wave, which shocked Ling Xian to cough and blood, and his soul became increasingly weak.

However, it still hasn't dissipated.

This made the emperor Zhentian gloomy, and everyone in the audience was shocked and terrified.

I asked myself, if I changed them, my soul would have disappeared long ago, but Lingxian would not move like a mountain. How shocking is this?

"A tough soul, it's incredible."

"Of course it is incredible. Even the immortal king may not be able to embark on the path of the immortal soul. It is conceivable how immortal the immortal soul is."

"Even the immortal king may not be able to set foot? My God, this person is too wicked."

"I finally know why the Emperor Zhentian said that he is better than all of us together."

Everyone exclaimed, those who knew the immortal soul were shocked to the extreme, and those who did not know were shocked to the point where they could not be added.

Not to mention, just saying that even the fairy king may not be able to set foot on this point, fully proves how wicked Lingxian is!

"I look down on you." The Emperor Zhentian felt as if he was in the water, feeling awkward.

After all, he is a remnant soul with limited strength. If he can't take his house before the power is exhausted, his soul will dissipate.

"I advised you not to waste the only opportunity, but unfortunately you don't listen."

Ling Xian smiled slightly and said, "If I didn't guess wrong, your power is not enough, only three shots."

Hearing the words, the emperor Zhentian's complexion became more and more gloomy.

"Looks, I guess."

"Three chances, if you can't shatter my soul, the soul is the one who breaks away."

Ling Xian smiled, turned the situation silently, and turned passive into active.

"Three chances are enough for me to smash your soul." The Emperor Zhentian looked cold and indirectly admitted that his power was only enough for him to take three shots.

This made everyone look dull, but did not expect Ling Xian to reverse the defeat.

Although they still don't think Lingxian can laugh to the end, it is quite incredible that they can push the Emperor Zhentian to this.

"You can try."

Ling Xian's expression is calm, the immortal soul is against the existence of the sky, even if he only has a trace of immortality, the emperor of Zhentian can't shake it.

"I will take you on my way and take possession of your body."

The Emperor Zhentian restored his self-confidence and calmness on weekdays, and the power of the soul fell down, leaving Lingxian's Yuanying nearly fragmented.

However, it did not dissipate.

Just as injury and death are two different things, so is fragmentation and dissipation.

"If you can still make thirty shots, it might break my soul. Unfortunately, you only have two left."

Ling Xian's expression remained unchanged, she was still at ease, light and gentle.

"enough."

Emperor Zhentian's eyes were cold and dazzling, and the power of the soul was like a mountain falling down, and Ling Xian was pale and Yuan Ying was dilapidated.

However, his soul has not disappeared.

This shocked everyone to the point where it could not be added, and the Emperor Zhentian also lost the calmness of weekdays.

He only had one phone call. If he couldn't smash Ling Xian's soul, the dead man would be him.

"It can push me to this point."

The Emperor Zhentian faced the water like a sinking water. He was already riding a tiger, and even if he stopped, his remnant would not allow him to take his house again.

Therefore, he can only bet that the last blow can make Ling Xianhun fly away!

Ling Xian is also betting, betting her soul to block the last hit of Emperor Zhentian.

"Come, either you die or I die."

A faint word fell, Lingxian Yuanying opened his eyes, and the colorful light shone to the sky, which illuminated the entire emperor's tomb.