Painting of the Nine Immortals

In the tomb, the identity of the middle-aged man, Tao Po Lingxian, kept a few people present.

They never dreamed that the ordinary man in front of him was Ling Xian who made the main faction hate him!

"Sure enough, I saw it ..." Ling Xian sighed softly, expecting that the other day's operation could not hide the Supreme.

After all, there are three small realms, and the heavens and the earth are so mysterious, they can't hide from the Supreme.

At the moment, Lingxian dispersed to change the sky to reveal the true content.

Then he turned his eyes to the Son of Mingluo and smiled slightly, "It's been a long time."

"If you knew it early, you would ruin my sanctuary plan, I should have killed you back then." Ming Luo took a deep look at Ling Xian.

"Unfortunately, you failed to kill me." Ling Xian smiled lightly. He was indeed not Ming Luo's opponent at that time. After all, he had fallen two small realms.

However, he carried the man's five moves, which is undoubtedly shocking.

"It's not too late to kill now." Ming Luo's eyes were cold, and the killing intention was stunned.

"You don't have this ability." Ling Xian smiled calmly.

Mingluo's cultivation was in the early days of entering the sacred realm. The foundation was the eight extreme realms. When he broke the three realms, he could not threaten him at all.

"In the past, I could destroy you, and today, I can do the same." Mingluo spoke indifferently, and outrageous, such as the emperor's arrival, for nine days.

"Shiba don't wait and see for three days, let alone, after so many years."

Ling Xian shook her head and smiled. At that time, he and Ming Luo were lowered by two small realms. Now, his cultivation is on par with Ming Luo.

But looking at this, he is better than Ming Luo!

"let me do it."

The middle-aged man glanced at Ling Xian and said, "Meeting me is your greatest misfortune in this life."

"Wrong, I'm glad you are supreme."

Ling Xian looked as usual. If a middle-aged man is a strong man in the late stage of sacred realm, it is really troublesome, but this person is supreme, so there is nothing to worry about.

"Did you get water in your head?" The middle-aged man frowned.

The skinny old man also feels that Ling Xian is stupid. Fortunately, the middle-aged man is supreme, what is not stupid?

"The person whose head is flooded is not me." Ling Xian smiled with a smile. The Lord of the Holy Mountain and the main ancestor of the main battle faction made a bet.

In other words, a middle-aged man is a display.

"Funny, isn't it you, is it me?" The middle-aged man sneered.

"It really is you."

Ling Xianwaner said, "As a supreme, you will not know, the bet between the Lord of the Holy Mountain and the ancestor of the main battle faction."

"What gambling game?" The middle-aged man froze. He only went out yesterday, and then came here, naturally he didn't know the gambling game.

"Uncle San, you can't shoot at him." Ming Luo smiled bitterly and briefly said the gamble.

This made the middle-aged man's smirk froze on his face, and finally understood why Ling Xian was so calm.

Who will be afraid of him when he can only see and cannot shoot?

The skinny old man also understood and could not help but breathe a sigh of relief.

He is not the main faction, and has forged a friendship with Ling Xian, naturally he does not want him to be in trouble.

"Now you know, who's got a head in the water." Lingxian smiled.

"Damn!"

The middle-aged man looked gloomy and said, "Boy, don't think that there is a gamble, I will not dare to kill you and kill you, no one will know."

"The enlightened man can do it, you should know, and not to mention killing me, will the Lord of the Holy Mountain be found."

"Just saying you destroy the gamble, the Ming ancestors won't spare you."

Ling Xian's calm expression can make the invincible sacred ancestors compromise. It is conceivable how important that piece is.

If a middle-aged man destroys the gambling game, even if he is a Ming family member, he will not escape.

"You!" The middle-aged man was furious, but had nothing to refute.

As Ling Xian said, if he dare to destroy the gamble, even if the Lord of the Fallen Mountain does not take the shot, the ancestor of the Ming family will kill him.

"What am I?" Ling Xian glanced lightly at the middle-aged man, and said, "Stand to the side and watch."

I heard that the middle-aged man's lungs were exploding, but he was the most important and the Ming family. Who dares to talk to him like this?

Right now, he turned his eyes to Mingluo and said, "I want him to die."

"Uncle San, rest assured that I will catch him and I will leave it to you."

Ming Luo's expression was cold, and he said, "In the past, I only used five moves to beat you. I wonder how many moves can you stop now?"

"You're embarrassed to say that year?"

Ling Xian shook her head with a smile and said, "I was two little lower than you, but it blocked you five moves. Is this a glorious thing for you?"

Hearing that, Ming Luo's face sank and he had nothing to say.

That's the gap between the two small realms, which can be resolved with one move, and he failed to kill Ling Xian with five moves, which is undoubtedly shameful.

"Today I will be honored."

Ming Luo's eyes were cold and he said, "As long as I kill you, I will be the hero of the main battle faction!"

"The hero has nothing to do with you, and glory has nothing to do with you." Ling Xian's expression was indifferent.

At the moment, he pointed out, penetrated the void, and shook the sky.

Those terrible powers made Ming Luo startled and hurried to use the taboos of the Ming family.

Black gas was surging, and the shadows appeared, like the world-wide demon god, which swept across all heavens.

However, it was only a moment before the shadow disappeared.

Ming Luo subsequently coughed up blood and retreated seven steps.

It is not that this method is too weak, but that Ling Xian is too strong. For him today, Ming Luo is no longer qualified to fight him.

"Impossible, this is impossible!"

Ming Luo's expression was dull, and he couldn't believe it, even he couldn't stop Lingxian's trick!

The elderly in Tsing Yi and the elders who were skinny also stayed.

Ming Luo is the strongest heir of the Ming family, and was actually injured by Lingxian's stroke. How amazing is this?

"At that time, I was two small realms lower than you, blocking you from five moves."

"Today, I break through the two realms better than you, and you say, how can you stop me?"

Ling Xian's expression was indifferent, like a king of world gods, and he came for nine days and ten places.

"You broke the Five Realms ..." Ming Luo stared blankly at Ling Xian, with shock, anger, and bitterness.

"Answer to the question."

"Well, let the facts answer my question."

Ling Xian spoke faintly, punched out with a punch, showing her invincibility.

boom!

The immense amount of divine light rushed into the sky, and the shocking power swept through the world. Although Ming Luo used the taboo technique, he was still coughed up by blood and his body cracked.

No way, Lingxian is too powerful, he simply does not qualify for World War I!

"It seems that you can only block two moves."

Ling Xian's eyes were so deep that Ming Luo's physical body had cracked. If he punched again, he would be destroyed.

"Damn!"

Ming Luo roared, but he was the strongest heir of the Ming family, but was hit hard by Lingxian's two moves, which is undoubtedly a shame!

At the moment, he used mystery to strengthen his strength, and his strength suddenly increased by twenty times!

"kill!"

Ming Luo's black hair danced wildly, breaking a shot, shaking the sky.

Unfortunately, it was a more brutal blow.

Ling Xian just blasted out with a single palm, then shattered his sharp gun, leaving him torn apart and almost disintegrated.