Painting of the Nine Immortals

In the air, Lingxian, like the King of God, came to the dust, breaking a gap in a large array.

Then, like a burst of dykes, just a few breaths collapsed by a third.

You know, this array is perfect, infinitely close to perfection, even if it is a master of the path, it can't be shaken.

However, it took only one day for Lingxian to break one third, which is simply incredible!

"I'm not dazzled. How could he break the mountain guard that I taught too early?" The man in the golden robe shook to the extreme.

The same is true of the elderly in white and the Supreme Master of Taichu Education.

This array is the most powerful foundation of Taichu Education. In the past, five Supremes joined forces to destroy Taichu Education.

As a result, even this array has not been broken. It is conceivable how powerful this array is.

Therefore, in the minds of Taichu people, this is the patron saint.

However, at present, the patron saint is broken by a ninth realm monk. This shock is so strong that the three of them were shocked and shuddered.

Because the most powerful line of defense of Taichu Education is as fragile as Lingzhi in front of Ling Xian. If he is the enemy of Taichu Education, wouldn't Taichu Education be miserable?

"It is a profound accomplishment. If it were not for my own eyes, I would never believe that anyone in the world could break the array of my first lessons."

The man in Jinpao smiled bitterly, and supposedly he should be happy, but seeing that Ling Xian only destroyed one-third of the battle in one day, he couldn't be happier.

The same is true of the elderly in white and the Supreme Master of Taichu Education.

Ling Xian can't break the big team, they will be disappointed, he can break the team, they will not be too happy.

This contradictory psychology is based on the fact that they regard the large array as the patron saint. Anyone who sees the patron saint being destroyed is not happy.

Although Lingxian has only broken a third and has not completely destroyed it, but the fool can see that it is only a matter of time.

Therefore, the three had a guilty conscience and mixed feelings.

"almost."

Ling Xian smiled lightly. He didn't know the ambivalence of men in Jinpao and others. He only knew that in two days, he would be able to completely destroy the battle.

At the moment, he swipes his hands and the offensive is getting more and more fierce.

But at this moment, the large array suddenly glowed, blocking the endless pattern.

At the same time, a light sigh came from the ground, seemingly emotional, but full of killing.

"The afterlife is awesome."

Hearing this, Lingxian's expression was condensed and she retreated at a rapid speed.

The moment he stepped back, the peerless swordman whistled and shattered the void.

If Lingxian is one step late, even if the soul is immortal, the body will be split in half.

This sudden change caused the men in Jinpao to change their faces, and hurriedly blocked Ling Ling, and it was shaped like a character to protect him firmly.

Ling Xian is the only hope of Taichu Education. Naturally, he must do his best to keep him safe and sound.

"So keen sense."

The old voice came with surprise and regret.

Failed to kill Ling Xian in one shot, and then tried to kill him, but it was difficult.

After all, men in gold robes are not vegetarian.

"Who is your lord? Why sneak attack Ling Xiaoyou?" The man in the golden robe looked dull.

"My identity, do you still need to guess?" The voice of laughter came.

"Don't guess."

"You shot because you were afraid that I would ruin this array, and there was only one person hiding in the veins of Taichu, who was afraid that I would ruin this array."

"That's the people behind this team, or the black hands behind Taichu's unrest."

Ling Xian's eyes were so deep that he had expected that when he saw that he had the ability to break the battle, the great master would appear.

After all, this person is pointing at a large array of immortality, how can he sit and watch Ling Xian break away?

"clever."

The sound of the old sounded, billions of gods of light rushed into the sky, condensing into a ghostly figure.

This person is gray-haired and full of age, like a candle in the wind, which may be extinguished at any time.

He took a deep look at Ling Xian and said, "A young man under two hundred years of age has the ability to break my formation and refuses to accept it."

"I thought that I would have to wait until I broke two-thirds before you would show up. I didn't expect that only one-third broke, and you couldn't help it." Ling Xianxing's eyes were deep, knowing that this person must also It is Supreme, not what he can handle.

"If you don't show up, your life will be broken by you."

The old man's expression was cold. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would never believe that a young man less than two hundred years old could break the formation he had laid down.

"This kind of evil causes bad results. You set up this battle in order to absorb the Shou Yuan of the Tai Chi monk. I am right."

Ling Xianxing's eyes narrowed, and the ancestor of Taiji taught that this person was kind. He didn't know that it was a conspiracy from the beginning.

"That's right. At that time, I think that Tai Chi has the potential to survive for thousands of years and can help me complete my great cause."

"So, I'm going to play cloth."

"It turns out that my choice was right. The Tai Chi school has grown into a behemoth, and I live to this day."

The old man smiled lightly, hard to hide.

This made Jinpao men and others angry.

In their hearts, the old man is the great man second only to the Patriarch. Without him, Tai Chi could not have today.

However, at this moment, they learned that this was an old man's conspiracy. Everyone in Taiji was a chessman at his mercy. How could he not be angry?

"Perfect conspiracy, obviously used, but thank you Ded."

"However, I'm puzzled. You obviously can't be noticed by anyone, why show your feet?"

"Don't tell me that you need to absorb Shou Yuan from ten years ago."

Ling Xian's brows frowned. Even if the old man was a close man, he would not be able to live for 20,000 years. That is to say, many years ago, this man began to absorb the Shou Yuan of the monks.

And since it can be absorbed silently, why should we make such a big movement? Isn't this a dead end?

"From the moment I laid this array, I started to absorb the Shou Yuan of the first school monk, but it was so small that no one noticed it."

"The reason why the Shou Yuan was solicited ten years ago is because my eternal life can't hold it for a long time, and it must absorb at least 1,000 years before it breaks."

The old man glanced at Ling Xian coldly and said, "As long as two more years, I can absorb the thousand years of longevity. Unfortunately, it was destroyed by you."

"I said, because of evil causes and bad results, you can't blame anyone." Ling Xian said faintly, and finally understood why the old man showed his feet.

How can you hide yourself when things that are long-lived are about to break?

"I haven't lost yet."

The old man sneered, and said, "On strength, I'm not really the opponent of the three of them, but on my site, I have to follow my rules."

"Your place?" The man in the golden robe was furious. If it was only a ghost in front of him, it would be useless to kill him. He would have already started.

"Isn't it?"

The old man was jeering, and said, "From beginning to end, Taiji is my chess piece. You are just my nourishment."

"Damn!" The man in the gold robe rushed to the crown in anger, swallowed up, and trembled.

"Don't shake your prestige, you can't kill me, the little guy behind you is a bit possible." The old man smiled.

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