Painting of the Nine Immortals

Above the mountain, the soul resounds like a demon emperor, and the air trembles the earth, overpowering the heavens.

What is even more amazing is that his momentum has risen rapidly, and in just a few breaths, he is twenty times stronger!

This means that, like Meng Lang, he has two ways to enhance his strength, and both are ten times stronger!

"Good strength, this person is no worse than any top evildoer in Zhige City!"

"Yes, just the momentum makes me breathless and frightened."

"Formidable strength, he can definitely fight against the strongest descendant of Halloween!"

Everyone exclaimed, horrified.

This person is really too powerful. It feels like everyone is facing a fierce beast. Naturally, they make them afraid.

Ling Xian did not move.

The soul is indeed the top demon evil, even stronger than Yu Jingchen, but in a fair battle, he has not been afraid of anyone yet!

"I only did one thing to stop it. I left, I couldn't stop it, and stayed."

The soul looked down at Lingxian, like a round of eternal day, releasing a bright light.

In the heavenly light, a magnificent peak is manifested, towering and heavy, mysterious and immortal.

Suddenly, the void broke apart and everyone coughed for blood.

The mountain peaks were too heavy, and before they fell, they let the corners of their mouths bleed and their bodies cracked.

Even as strong as a fairy, breathing is difficult and blood is twitching.

"Is it a victory?"

Ling Xian's expression dignified, Wan Zhang Gao Feng condensed the full strength of the soul, all means, is the embodiment of this person's practice.

Therefore, this move has to wait for millions.

"Don't you dare?"

Soul glanced at Ling Xian, and said, "I don't want to waste time, I'll make a life and death decision." "It's just what I want." Ling Xian said lightly, combining all the methods into one move, and suddenly the light burst into the sky. Fierce and mighty.

boom!

The shocking repulsion is condensed into one point, just like the legendary Wuxian Divine Sword, which can split the world and slaughter the gods!

This trick is not only a stealing god, but also a manifestation of Lingxian's dedication.

boom!

The peak fell, the gods' hands turned empty, and the two shocking demons struck with all their strength. The trembling crowd coughed up blood and retreated.

Even Meng Lang took a few steps back.

There is no way, it is really terrible. Even the ninth-level powerhouse must avoid the edge.

"Oh my God, this is too powerful."

"Both of them are in addition to the eight polar realms, and beyond the three polar realms, the aftermath of a full blow is naturally strong."

"I don't know, who will be better?"

Everyone stared at the void covered by the divine light, and eagerly wanted to know whether Lingxian was better or Soul Chess was better.

After a few breaths of time, the dazzling light gradually dissipated, revealing the figure of soul and Ling Xian.

I saw Lingxian's mouth bleed, her white clothes were broken, and her face was a little pale.

On the other hand, the soul is safe and sound, standing proudly.

This made everyone stay, especially the demon fairy, as if struck by lightning, stiffened in place.

She never dreamed that the loser would be Lingxian.

Just then, Lingxian spoke.

"Don't hold on, leaving internal injuries for your face, it's meaningless."

Hearing this, except for Soul and Meng Lang, everyone was a little stunned, unknown why.

"In my opinion, this makes sense." Soul took a deep look at Ling Xian, quite complicated.

"Fool yourself."

Ling Xian laughed and said, "It's up to you, but you can't hold it."

Hearing the words, the soul was silent and had nothing to say.

This made everyone confused, and they really didn't understand what the dummies were playing.

"I'm here to confuse you."

Meng Lang took a deep look at Ling Xian, and then turned his attention to the crowd, saying, "What you see is only appearance, but in fact, you lose."

After speaking, he looked to the soul and said, "Don't hold it, he's right, you can't hold it."

"Also." The soul sighed softly, and then spit out blood in the horrified eyes of everyone.

Lingxian was bleeding from the corner of his mouth, and he was coughing up blood. What this means is no need to say a word.

Therefore, everyone was shocked. Looking at Ling Xian's eyes was like looking at a god.

The strength of the soul is beyond doubt, it is definitely the top evildoer in Zhige City, and even if it is the strongest heir of the Sect of Sect, it may not be his opponent.

However, Lingxian is better. How powerful is this?

"I'm defeated." Soul looked at Ling Xian complexly, his face pale, his eyes dim.

His injuries were not minor, or he would not be able to hold on.

"It's just a loss. If it weren't for a single move, I might not win."

Ling Xian shook her head. The soul is the strongest person he has encountered so far in the path. If it wasn't for his blow that triggered the battle of the immortal bones, he would be the one who coughed up blood.

"If you lose, you lose, whether it's a move or a thousand moves." Sighed, he knew that his foundation was a little weaker than Ling Xian, and he couldn't win anyway.

Meng Lang thinks so too.

He is on par with soul, defeated, and he is not an opponent.

"Well, my decision was really wise."

Meng Langyi smiled and said, "How, do you regret not listening to me?"

"Why regret it? Failure can make progress."

Soul glanced briefly at Meng Lang, then turned his eyes to Ling Xian, and said, "Let me have a good foundation, and fight with you again."

"I'm waiting." Ling Xian said indifferently, dissipating her momentum.

From the perspective of the universe, he is not at odds with the soul. It is time to kill this person, but he cannot.

Soul is the top Tianjiao in this amazing world. Although Ling Xian can beat him, he can't save his life.

Moreover, Meng Lang is no less inferior to the soul.

"What's the point of beating?" Meng Lang pouted and said, "Is it bad to see the scenery?"

"Different ways, not the same." Hun glanced at Meng Lang, then his body faded and disappeared.

"It's not the same as saying that you forgot to play mud with me?"

Meng Lang muttered a word, then moved his eyes to Ling Xian, and said with emotion: "To be honest, I didn't expect that you could defeat the soul."

"Luckily." Ling Xian looked calm and said, "Are you going to fight me?"

"I don't want to find abuse." Meng Lang smiled.

"Then leave, you and I have different positions and have nothing to say." Ling Xian said indifferently, not wanting to contact Meng Lang too much.

"That's a customer order."

Meng Lang smiled and said, "Tell you a message, would you like to hear it?"

"Say." Ling Xian frowned slightly.

"Including me and the soul, five Tianjiao came to the universe."

"The strongest, from the You."

"This person is the grandson of the gloomy holy ancestor. You should be able to imagine his strength."

Meng Lang opened his mouth one after another, causing Ling Xian to frown, but he did not expect that the gloomy Xuan Sun would come to the universe.

The ancestor is an invincible enlightened person, with extremely strong blood, no less than the nine holy bodies of the human race.

Take Ji Huang, for example, she is a true queen queen after not knowing how many generations, her blood is already very thin, but even so, she can be called Tianjiao.

It can be seen how powerful that gloomy Xuan Sun will be.

"Feeling tricky?" Meng Lang smiled and said, "Don't blame me for not reminding you. If you meet him, you'd better turn around and run."