Painting of the Nine Immortals

In the cave, Lu Yunmeng buried his head in Lingxian's chest and whispered, "Master, I miss you so much."

"I miss Yunmeng too." Ling Xian chuckled, caressing her hair landing on Yunmeng and enjoying this rare and warm atmosphere.

"Cheat, why don't you think I'll be back sooner? The disappearance has been so long, do you know how much I miss you?" Lu Yunmeng pursed his mouth, full of resentment.

During the days when Ling Xian was absent, she would stand at the top of the town every day, staring down at the mountain, looking forward to the soul-wandering figure.

"It is bad for the teacher." Ling Xian sighed softly. If he returned two months earlier, Lu Yunmeng would not suffer.

"The thing that makes me most angry is that you leave without saying goodbye." Lu Yunmenghu said with a face, arrogantly: "If you dare to say goodbye next time, I will ignore you.

"Well, assure the teacher that there will be no next time." Ling Xian smiled.

"It's almost the same." Lu Yunmeng smiled with satisfaction, holding Lingxian unwilling to give up.

"During my absence, could your runes be refined?" Ling Xian smiled.

"Of course." Lu Yunmeng smiled proudly, "I broke through to the master's realm."

After hearing the words, Ling Xianxing's eyes flashed with surprise. I did not expect that in just a few months, Lu Yunmeng set foot in the realm of masters.

You know, when he left Kunlun Star, Lu Yunmeng was only a senior runemaster. In just a few months, he landed in the realm of masters, which is undoubtedly shocking.

But after thinking about it, Ling Xian was relieved.

Lu Yunmeng is a legendary near-fu body. No one can match the talent of Fu Dao. It is also reasonable to set foot in the realm of masters in such a short period of time.

"That's right." Ling Xian smiled mildly and groaned for a moment, intending to pass her Runa feelings to Lu Yunmeng.

Although Lu Yunmeng is young, he has amazing understanding and is already a Master Fu Dao, who is qualified to learn his experience.

At the moment, Ling Xian pointed at Lu Yunmeng's eyebrows and punched her own feelings into her mind.

After a while, he retracted his fingers and laughed, "How do you feel?"

"Esoteric, difficult to understand." Lu Yunmeng frowned, unable to penetrate.

"Not in a hurry, take your time." Ling Xian smiled slightly, but he was the master of Fu Dao. Lu Yunmeng was stunning again, and he could not understand his experience at this moment.

"Well, I will seriously enlighten and strive to practice." Lu Yunmeng was serious and serious.

"Being a teacher doesn't ask you how much you achieve, it only asks you to be safe and happy."

Ling Xian smiled slightly and said, "Sleep for a while, think about something for the teacher."

Hearing that, Lu Yunmeng nodded well, and after a while, he went to sleep.

Seeing this, Ling Xian closed her eyes and wanted to create her own magical power.

So far, he has used the methods of others. Although it is a powerful method, it is impossible for him to exert his greatest power throughout his life.

For example, the method of leveling up the fairy boxing is created by Jimo Ruxue. Only she can exert the most powerful power.

Therefore, Ling Xian wanted to create a magical power that was exclusive to him.

However, creating a law is not a simple matter. Even if it is only a small magical power, it is difficult to ascend to the sky.

Fortunately, since Ling Xian has practiced Taoism, he has seen too many powerful methods and already has a concept.

He wanted to create a kind of invincible attacking sacred art. In one blow, the world did not exist.

Of course, this is just Ling Xian's idea. Whether it can be created is still unknown.

"If it can be created, I will get a method that is not inferior to any taboo." Ling Xianxing's eyes flashed a look of expectation and he took out the toad censer.

Suddenly, the fragrant fragrant, only a moment, Ling Xian entered the realm of selflessness.

In this state, his understanding has increased tenfold, making it easier to create the Fa.

After a moment, Ling Xian opened her eyes and flashed a beam of joy.

If before, he just had an idea, then at this moment, he already has an idea.

The Pingran Emperor's Boxing is from the first to the most fierce. In terms of attack power, it is the strongest even if you look at the ancient times.

The same is true of Stealing Hands.

If the mysteries of the two can be fused, it will undoubtedly be the most powerful invincible attack.

However, this is difficult, Ling Xian has no clue.

"I am pursuing extreme attack, pointing out with one finger, the world does not exist." Ling Xian muttered to herself, her index finger dazzled with glow and filled her mighty power.

Suddenly, the void broke apart, but it was because of his mana, not that he created magical powers.

"It was really difficult." Ling Xian sighed softly, knowing that he had failed, but he was not discouraged and continued to try.

Unfortunately, every time it ends in failure.

"It has failed more than 80 times, and it is not easy to create a law." Ling Xian sighed, realizing the difficulty of creating a law.

However, his faith was not shaken in the slightest.

Looking at all ages, any stunning generation has created a method, in other words, it is the magical person who created the magic that is truly stunning.

Therefore, in any case, Lingxian must create her own supernatural power.

Right now, he was calm and focused on creating skills.

Time passed by bit by bit. Seven days later, Ling Xian entered the state of selflessness again.

As a result, there is still no clue.

It is too difficult to create a law, especially the law that Ling Xian wants to create, it is even more difficult.

Either Pingran Emperor ’s Boxing or Stealing God ’s Hand is the ultimate invincible technique. Would it be easy to combine the two mysteries?

"You can only take it slowly." Ling Xian sighed, knowing how to create the law, it will not be completed overnight.

Fortunately, he had an idea, and that was to fuse the mystery of Pingran Emperor Boxing and the hand of stealing the gods.

He believes that one day, he can succeed, and when that happens, he will have an invincible sacred technique of attack!

"I hope that day comes early." Ling Xian smiled slightly, held her breath, and meditated creatively.

Time passed quietly. Ten days later, he opened his eyes and rose to his feet.

Not because the magical power was created, but because I felt the breath of the red-haired old man.

In addition to the red-haired old man's breath, Lingxian also felt three shocking powers, one was supreme, and the remaining two were strong in the late stage of the Holy Land.

"It seems that the people of the Holy Sect have arrived."

Ling Xianxing's eyes narrowed, he made an appointment with the red-haired old man, and if the Holy Sect came to commit a crime, they would be led to the vicinity of Xian Fuzong.

Right now, the red-haired old man appears, meaning that the three powerful masters are from the Holy Sect.

"Finally here, I hope, the Lord of the Shocked Palace can win. Ling Xian murmured to himself, and then turned her eyes to Lu Yunmeng, who was drawing symbols, and said," I have a trip for the teacher. "

"I won't be leaving for a long time." Lu Yunmeng's heart tightened.

"No, I'll be back soon."

Ling Xian smiled slightly. The key point of this battle was not him. As long as the red-haired old man could kill the Supreme, the battle would be a complete victory.

If the red-haired old man loses, he can get away.

Right now, he stretched out and flew towards the source of breath.

After a moment, the four came into view.

One is a red-haired old man, mad at mountains and rivers, and arrogant.

There was a figure sitting opposite him, lingering in the rhyme and flowing the light, not weaker than the red-haired old man.

Behind this man stood two old men, one with a hairy face and one with a fairy breeze wearing a blue robe, imposing and heavy.

It was the old man in Tsing Yi who had joined the Lord of the Battle Hall.