Painting of the Nine Immortals

In the air, Lingxian gallops fast, as fast as a meteor.

The old man in black and so on are also extremely fast, however, they are always unable to catch up with Ling Xian.

Jiutian Shenyi is the highest speed, not weaker than Kun Peng, they are naturally difficult to catch up.

"Damn!"

The old man in black was furious, raised his hand to induce a thunderstorm, shattered eight wastelands, and shook the earth.

The two men also urged the supreme magical power, both of which were fierce and mighty.

Unfortunately, the distance is too far to hurt Ling Xian.

This made the three more angry, one after another burning the essence of blood, a lot faster.

"They are catching up." The dry-skinned old man looked dignified, raised his hand to seal, and the taboo method blasted out, blocking the three.

"Anyway, they can burn the essence and blood, so can I." Ling Xian looked calm and calm.

So far, he has been chased too many times, all without exception, who are better than him, and without exception, they cannot catch up with him.

At present, Lingxian burned essence and blood, the speed soared, and opened the distance again.

As time passed, the distance grew bigger and bigger, and after a few dozen breaths, even his shadow could no longer be seen.

"Damn!"

The old man in black was so mad that he lost his treasure and lost his face. Who can not be angry if he changes?

"Don't let me meet you again, or you will be dumped eight pieces!"

The old man in black gritted his teeth, there was anger, shock, and bitterness.

The shock was that Ling Xian, a monk in the early days of entering the sacred realm, had such an amazing speed. The bitterness was because his face was sweeping away.

So were the two.

They were all powerful men in the late stage of the sacred realm. Under the circumstances, they were taken away by Ling Xian and they could not even see his shadow.

At the moment, they both roared to the sky, vowing to smash Lingxian into tens of thousands.

Unfortunately, they can only talk about Ling Xian's shadow, how can he beheaded?

...

Above the peak of ten thousand feet, Ling Xian dispersed Jiutian Shenyi and laughed, "It's safe."

"Thanks to you, it would be hard for me to get out of my body without your wings." The skinny old man laughed.

"Thanks to you, it would be hard for us to get Kistler if it wasn't for your magical method."

With a wave of Ling Xian's big sleeves, golden strange stones emerged, without glory and charm, but the dry and thin old man looked forward to expectation.

There is no way to look forward to it. Whether it is piano, calligraphy, painting, or a swarm of soil, it proves that the tomb owner is extraordinary, and the treasures he left must be rare and rare.

"Go, go in and see." Ling Xian's eyes were deep, and he pointed like a sword and cut through the strange stone.

Suddenly, a matchless suction appeared, sucking him in with the old man.

The next moment, the two appeared at the foot of the mountain, and there were three hanging waterfalls in front of them.

In addition, purple mist surrounds it, condensing into clouds, floating in the wind.

"waterfall…"

The skinny old man froze slightly and said, "Did the tomb owner hide the treasure in the waterfall?"

"Look at it." Ling Xian smiled slightly and raised her hand to cut off the Manzhang Falls.

Suddenly, Baoguang emerged, as if the sun was not extinguished, and it was dazzling.

However, only the waterfall on the left emits light, and the other two waterfalls have nothing.

"Interesting." Lingxian came into interest, took the light-emitting things into her hands, and looked intently.

I saw that this was a toad-like incense burner, vivid and vivid.

It is only the size of a slap, lingering with a strong fragrant fragrance and flowing bright light. Anyone who sees it will praise it.

"What is this?" The curious old man was curious and sniffed the fragrant incense, only to feel that the whole body was comfortable and happy.

"I don't know, but I can be sure, this is a good thing." Ling Xianxing's eyes were deep. Although he was well-informed, he didn't know every kind of treasure.

"What's the use of this thing? Can it just scent?" The dry-skinned old man frowned. Although the fragrant fragrance made him whole body comfortable, it had no effect.

"There must be magic, but we don't know, let's put it first." Ling Xian smiled slightly, then moved her eyes to the other two hanging waterfalls, and frowned.

The same goes for skinny old people.

There is nothing strange about these two waterfalls, unlike the waterfall on the left, which contains treasures.

"Can only the waterfall on the left contain the treasure?" The dry old man frowned,

"It is, but these two are not ordinary."

"If I didn't guess wrong, it should be heritage."

There was a glimmer of expectation in Ling Xianxing's eyes. The tomb owner is an extraordinary generation. If he can inherit this person, it will undoubtedly be a great opportunity.

Right now, he took a big step and bathed in the waterfall.

Suddenly, a magical scene happened.

I saw the mysterious ancient characters appearing like fairy tales, explaining the heavens and earth to the truth, the mystery of the road.

The mark of the road was manifested, the fairy sound was around the ear, and a figure dazzling with chaos emerged, sitting cross-legged, motionless.

boom!

The heavens and the earth were shocked, and the ten sides shook together. This person seemed to be an immortal king, who struck the heavens and the world, and esteemed the world, ancient and modern.

The wait for the supreme prestige made the skinny old man tremble and couldn't help but want to kneel down and worship.

Ling Xian didn't feel that way, because the moment when the mysterious ancient words appeared, he fell into the realm of enlightenment.

It was so mysterious that it made him intoxicated and difficult to extricate himself.

Over time, the vision is even more amazing.

The heavens descended from Ruicai, Diyong Golden Lotus, covering the heavenly canopy, and Kowloon circled. Many visions manifested. It was like the immortal king teaching, heaven and earth were intoxicated.

After half an hour, the vision gradually dissipated.

Ling Xian then opened her eyes, exclaimed and delighted.

The former is because the ancient words are too mysterious, no less inferior to the Supreme Heavenly Power, the latter is because he has obtained a secret technique.

Spiritualism.

This technique can point any object and make it transform into spirit.

Of course, it must be supplemented with many gods, and it has to be conceived for tens of thousands of years, but even so, this technique can be called anti-sky.

You know, being spiritual is extremely difficult. Even the easiest to become spiritual, the hope is extremely slim.

However, this method can make any thing become a spirit, even if it has been conceived for tens of thousands of years, it can be said to be against the sky!

"It really is the master of the piano, calligraphy, painting and calligraphy."

Ling Xian smiled a little. Qin Qi, calligraphy, and painting are all mortal things, which can transform mortal things into spirits. Looking at the eternal world, I am afraid that this method can only do it.

"What method did you get?" The curious old man was curious. Whether it was many visions or mysterious Taoist sounds, he proved that this method is extraordinary, and he was naturally curious.

"Secrets of the soul." Ling Xian smiled slightly, not concealed.

This method is indeed against the sky, but it is not very practical. After all, it has to be nurtured for thousands of years.

Except for the gods, who can wait for 10,000 years? And if you set foot in a state of enlightenment, what is the use of the spiritual race?

"Is this true?" The old man's pupils shrank, shocked.

"Nature is true. This method, coupled with many fabulous materials, can point to anything in the world, but it takes thousands of years of gestation to become a spirit."

Ling Xian smiled and said, "If you want, I can teach you."

"No, I can't wait for 10,000 years, and I don't need a spirit."

The old man shook his head and said with emotion: "I didn't expect that there is a mysticism in the world. If this is spread, the whole sanctuary will be shaken."