Painting of the Nine Immortals

At Lingfeng, Meng Changhe was guilty and dared not look directly at Ling Xian.

He knows how much Ling Xian loves Lu Yunmeng, which is naturally disturbing.

"At the first sight of Yunmeng, it was like crazy ..." Ling Xianxing's eyes narrowed, and the cold mang appeared.

Lu Yunmeng is a near-fu body. There is a magic ancestor in his body. Even if he is a master of Taoism, he will be crazy.

Therefore, Ling Xian determined that the person who took away Lu Yunmeng definitely saw that she was a near-fu body.

"You will be seriously injured by one move. This person is not weak and cannot be an unknown person. You know his identity?" Ling Xian looked cold and murderous.

No matter who it is, he has to pay the price to dare to hit his disciples!

"It has been found that this person is a casual repairer and has lived for at least two thousand years."

Meng Changhe looked dignified and said, "He is very strong and not weaker than the Lord of the Shock Palace."

"It's not the Supreme." Ling Xian's eyes were cold, and with his current strength, the red armor was enough to fight half-step Supreme.

Now, he asked, "Where is this person now?"

"Not found yet."

Meng Changhe looked ashamed and said, "This man originally lived in a dense forest, but after he took Yunmeng away, he never returned to that dense forest."

Hearing that Ling Xian frowned, no matter what the man did, as long as he found it, the matter would be easy to handle.

But if you can't find it, then you are in trouble.

Although Lu Yunmeng would not be in danger of her life, she had to agree to understand the ancestors.

With her personality, she would not agree, and the person could not guarantee that he would not use torture.

Therefore, Lingxian was worried and urgent.

"It's all my fault. Not only has Yunmeng not been properly protected, she doesn't even know where she is right now." Meng Changhe blamed himself and raised his hand to slap himself.

However, stopped by Ling Xian.

"So far, self-blame is meaningless. It's better to think about how to find Yunmeng." Ling Xian said faintly, Meng Changhe was kind and wanted Lu Yunmeng to get the chance.

Blame that the person is too strong, and see that Lu Yunmeng is a near-fu body.

"I have exhausted all the available methods, but Yunmeng is like the world has evaporated." Meng Changhe smiled bitterly, and should not take Lu Yunmeng to a secret place.

"I'll think of a way to do this." Ling Xianxing's eyes narrowed, no matter what, he had to rescue Lu Yunmeng.

"During your absence, the Lord of the Shocked Palace came and said don't forget your agreement." Meng Changhe Mulu was curious, but he didn't ask much.

"It seems that he has broken to the extreme."

Ling Xian's eyes were so deep that if the Lord of the Shocked Palace did not break through, he would not be able to come to him.

At the moment, he faintly said, "I'll go to Jing Jing Palace, and if there is news of Yunmeng, immediately notify me."

Meng Changhe said, "Mr. rest assured, I will look for it with all my strength."

Hearing that, Ling Xian nodded slightly, and then flew towards Jing Jing Palace.

One is to fulfill the agreement, and the other is to find Lu Yunmeng by the power of shocking the Holy Palace.

Three days later, Ling Xian arrived at Jing Jing Palace and met the red-haired old man.

He sits on the top of the mountain, without power, looks like an ordinary old man.

However, Ling Xian felt that fierce power was absolutely the supreme sweeping world!

"Congratulations on getting what you want and becoming supreme." Ling Xian smiled lightly.

"Becoming supreme is indeed a happy event, but I haven't fulfilled my wish yet." The old red-haired man opened his eyes, whistling with anger, and collapsed into the void.

"Hurry up, at this moment, you already have the qualification to fight against Halloween." Ling Xian chuckled, knowing that the wish of the red-haired old man was to kill the teachings of Halloween and regain power.

"Yes, this day, I waited too long, too long." The old red-haired man got up and smiled, "I thought you would make a good appointment."

"I just had something temporary and left for a while." Ling Xian chuckled, and said, "We have a common enemy, how can we agree?"

"Haha, I can rest assured that you said that." The old red-haired man laughed. Although he broke through to the supreme state, he needed a powerful helper.

Ling Xian is undoubtedly the most suitable candidate.

"When are you going to do it?" Ling Xian converged and smiled. He and the Holy Sect were endless. Instead of waiting for the Halloween Sect to send him to kill him, it would be better to start.

"I don't have the certainty to win. Although the ancestors left a lot of details behind, but compared with the Halloween, it is undoubtedly a little witch."

The red-haired old man sighed and said, "Moreover, there are a lot of strong sacred people in the Holy Sect. I am surprised that although there are some in the Holy Palace, they are not on the table."

"The key point of this battle is you." Ling Xianxing's eyes deepened, "As long as you can kill the Supreme, this battle can be won."

"To be honest, I'm not sure." The old man with a sigh sighed. "The best result is to lose both."

"If you're not sure, then it's best to stay still." Ling Xian's brows frowned slightly. If the red-haired old man lost to the Supreme, he could not escape.

"I did the same, except that Halloween would not give us a chance."

The red-haired old man's eyes were cold, and he said, "Not long ago, the Sect of the Sect sent three strong men in the late stage of the Holy Land, and I killed two and fled one."

"That is to say, Halloween has already known that you have become supreme." Ling Xian's brows frowned, which was quite tricky.

Since Halloween knows that the red-haired old man has become supreme, the next person who comes next is the supreme one, which naturally caused him a headache.

"Yes, it won't be long before that Supreme will come." The red-haired old man looked cold. He was not afraid of the Supreme of the Holy Sect, but he had no certainty of victory.

"It's just right, at least, better than killing the Holy Sect."

"If you can kill this person, it will not be difficult to regain control of the Holy Sect."

Ling Xian smiled lightly. For him, the rush of noon was not to deal with Halloween, but to find Lu Yunmeng.

"Yes, I look forward to him."

The red-haired old man looked at Ling Xian seriously, and said, "He won't come alone, and I'm surprised that the Holy Palace is not on the stage, it can only rely on you."

"Rest assured, you deal with that Supreme, the rest, give it to me." Ling Xian smiled slightly, the red armor was added, he is a strong man in the late stage of the Holy Land, below the Supreme, he is not afraid of anyone!

"Haha, with your words, I can rest assured." The old red-haired man laughed heartily, he knew very well how strong Ling Xian was. Normally, the monks in the later period of the Holy Land could not help him at all.

"Do me a favor." Ling Xian smiled and wanted to ask the red-haired old man to find Lu Yunmeng's whereabouts.

"You say, I can do everything I can," the old red-haired smiled.

"My disciple was forcibly taken away by an old monster, and I want you to look for it." Ling Xian said briefly.

"I have heard about this. Xian Fuzong dispatched most of his power to find the person."

The red-haired old man smiled slightly and said, "Rest assured, now that you have spoken, I will help you find that person no matter what."

"Thank you."

Ling Xian smiled and said: "Then I will be here, waiting for your good news."

"There is no one living at Lingfeng, you can just go there." The red-haired old man pointed to the east.

"Okay." Ling Xian chuckled and flew east.

Then he closed his eyes and waited for the good news.