Painting of the Nine Immortals

I heard the red-haired old man say that Ling Xianxing's eyes narrowed, I did not expect that Kunlun Star would have a shocking change.

Not to mention making the red-haired old man supreme, just to let him reach the extreme of sacred realm is hard to find in the world.

Therefore, Ling Xian was tempted.

He took a deep look at the red-haired old man and said, "Are you serious?"

"The authenticity is beyond doubt, but I can't guarantee that you will reach the extreme of sanctification."

The red-haired old man looked at Ling Xian seriously, and said, "It may also be a perfect break."

"Whatever it is, it's tempting."

Ling Xian smiled lightly, whether it was to reach the extreme or break the perfection, it is a rare creation, he didn't want to miss it.

"Looking at Kunlun Star, you are the only one who can fight with me, so I will share my chance with you."

The red-haired old man Shen said: "Just ask you to help me kill the Holy Sect."

"I can promise you, but there are two premises."

"One is that the opportunity in your mouth is true, and the other is that you become supreme."

Ling Xianxing's eyes narrowed, he and Wan Shengzong never die, even if it is not good, he should join hands with the red-haired elderly.

However, the Holy Sect has a supreme seat. If the red-haired old man does not become supreme, he will only die if he goes.

"You can rest assured that you will not become supreme, and I will not kill the Holy Sect."

The red-haired old man smiled and said, "As for the chance, I can tell you now."

"Wear your ears and listen." Ling Xian smiled lightly.

"Kunlun has a volcano. By chance, I went deeper into it and found a mysterious power."

The red-haired old man's eyes were hot, and he said, "Just getting closer, my cultivation will show signs of improvement. If I can refine it, I can definitely become the Supreme."

"Then why don't you refine it?" Ling Xian frowned slightly.

"Because in addition to the mysterious power, there is a sleeping beast. I tried it. When I touch the mysterious power, the beast will wake up."

"With my strength, there is nothing wrong with that ferocious beast." The old red-haired man was a little embarrassed.

"No wonder you would share it with me." Ling Xian shook her head and laughed, and finally understood why the red-haired old man was so kind.

"You and I will work together to kill the beast. By then, the mysterious power is ours." The old man with red hair flashed a look of expectation.

The same is true of Lingxian.

Whether it is to break the perfection, to reach the extreme, or to break into the middle of the sanctuary, it is an opportunity that he cannot miss.

It is extremely important especially in the face of life and death confrontation with tall women.

"Let's go, if you're right, I'll help you." Ling Xianxing's eyes narrowed, intending to take advantage of the opportunity, and then confront the tall woman.

"Okay." The red-haired old man rejoiced, waved his hands, and dispelled the barrier separating everyone's spirits.

"Sir, let's go back to Xian Fuzong." Meng Changhe said softly. Although he was doubtful, he didn't ask much.

"You go back first, I have something to do."

Ling Xian smiled slightly and said, "Tell Yunmeng so that she doesn't worry, I'll go back when I go." "Okay, then I will go back first, and when my husband returns, it will be the day when my Xianfu Sect is held." Smiled and turned away.

Everyone also left.

"Let's go, too." The old red-haired man smiled, hard to hide his expectations.

"I'm afraid we can't go." Ling Xian's eyebrows frowned slightly, feeling two pressures, or two killing intentions.

"Why do you say this?" The old redhead wondered, but the next moment, he understood.

He also felt two horrors, and could not help but change his face: "I was shocked by the Holy Palace!"

"Familiar breath ..." Ling Xian frowned, feeling one of them very familiar, but for a while, she couldn't remember.

"Good keen sense, I am two small realms higher than you, but you notice it first." The red-haired old man took a deep look at Ling Xian, blinking with surprise.

"Now is not the time to praise me."

"The two momentums were obviously directed at the Holy Palace, and they were enemies and non-friends."

Ling Xianxing's eyes narrowed, but he set foot on the existence of the immortal soul, and the consciousness was naturally keen.

"It's really not a friend." The red-haired old man looked gloomy, and those two breaths showed murderous intentions. How could he be a friend?

Right now, he left Dongtian and looked to the east.

The same is true of Lingxian.

Then he understood why he felt familiar.

Because one of them was the Lord of the War Hall who had hunted him down.

This man is tall and martial, such as the God of War, who swallowed mountains and rivers for nine days.

Next to him is an elderly man in Tsing Yi, which is even more powerful. If the Lord of the Battle Hall is a god, then he is the King of God!

"It really is the enemy."

Ling Xian sighed softly and said, "This person is the Lord of the Sect of the Holy Sect. I don't know the identity of the old man."

"The Lord of the Battle Hall?" The red-haired old man's complexion changed. The Lord of the Battle Halls of previous generations were all strong, and he could be ranked in the top five of the Holy Sect for the last time!

"Trouble."

Ling Xianxing squinted his eyes, knowing that the Lord of the Battle Hall was here to eradicate the old evil of the red-haired old man, but he also had resentment with the Holy Sect, and the Lord of the Battle Hall would never let him go.

"Finally find the rest of that vein."

The Lord of the Battle Hall opened his mouth, and at the first sight of Ling Xian, suddenly appeared unexpected, but the next moment, the accident turned to excitement.

"Haha, okay, I didn't expect that my two enemies of the Holy Sect would come together to save time."

After hearing that, the red-haired old man turned his eyes to Lingxian, and said, "Sorry, it's hurting you."

"It's okay, I will endlessly die with Halloween. There will be a battle sooner or later." Ling Xianxing's eyes narrowed and he said, "The Lord of the Battle Hall handed it over to me, and that old man, you can only deal with it."

"Rest assured that although this person is stronger than me, I am surprised that the Holy Palace has been passed down for ten thousand years and is not vegetarian."

The red-haired old man sneered, and then turned his eyes to the old man in Tsing Yi, saying: "Halloween only sent you two, aren't you afraid that you are telling me this?"

"You look at yourself too high."

The old man in Tsing Yi said lightly, saying, "Although you are in the same realm as me, you have too many bases, and it is easy to kill you."

"I don't deny this, but don't forget, there is a sect behind me." The red-haired old man looked cold, after all, the Holy Palace has existed for ten thousand years, how could there be no details?

"so what?"

The old man in Tsing Yi looked calm and said, "In the face of absolute strength, all foreign objects are not worth mentioning."

"Arrogance!"

The face of the red-haired old man was sinking into the water, the seal room, the mountain guards were manifested, and many magic weapons vacated.

Suddenly, the mighty majesty spread out, shaking with scarcity and shaking the sky.

"Sculpture of the worm."

The expression of the old man in Tsing Yi remained unchanged, and the Lord of the Battle Hall did not move.

These two people are not ordinary monks, and may not be called Wushuang Tianjiao, but they have reached a few extremes. Naturally, those magic weapons are not taken into account.

"It's a small eagle worm or a life-threatening thing. You can try it out." The red-haired old man sneered.

"You want to die, I can fulfill you." The old man in Tsing Yi looked indifferent, pointing out, the mountains and rivers were broken.

At the same time, the Lord of the Battlefield also shot.