Painting of the Nine Immortals

It was dark and there was no sunlight.

In mid-air, Shu Ling's brows froze, but the situation was not so serious.

At the moment, he said in a deep voice: "No matter what, the cycle of evil thoughts can't devour humanity."

"So, we have to find the fragments of Qi Tiandao and Ashura Road." Ling Xian's eyes were so deep that the humanity could not counteract the cycle of evil thoughts, and it was necessary to fuse Heaven Road and Ashura Road to have a battle.

Right now, he took a big step and went to the place where the fierceness was.

But the next moment, he stopped and looked southeast.

There, a three-foot green peak emerged.

Not a magic weapon, but silent and killing.

This sword might be very good. If Lingxian doesn't notice it, he will be seriously injured even if he doesn't die.

"Assassinate me, delusional."

Ling Xian's expression was indifferent. He was keenly aware and comparable to the supreme. He wanted to sneak in on him, which was undoubtedly a dream.

At the moment, he pointed out that the power of Yang was as strong as it was fierce, and Qingfeng was shattered by a strong force.

At the same time, Ling Xian draws a circle with one hand, and the strong suction force draws a masked person in front of him.

boom!

With one foot out, Li Ke can open the mountain, let the masked person fly down, and cough up blood.

This person's strength is not weak, but he is strong in the late stage of entering the sacred realm, but in front of Ling Xian, it is like a window paper, and it is broken at the first sight.

"Ahem, so strong."

The masked man coughed up blood more than expected, and Ling Xian could find his own lore, and even he couldn't stop Ling Xian from doing anything.

"You are not weak, you want to be the gold killer on the twelfth floor." Ling Xian glanced slightly at the masked man.

The killer on the twelfth floor is divided into three levels, copper, silver, and gold. Copper is the weakest and gold is the strongest.

It is said that there are twelve gold assassins on the twelfth floor. Without exception, they are all strong in the sanctuary and are good at assassination.

Above Jin is the strongest killer of ghost realm, the twelfth floor owner.

"Yes, at the command of the landlord, come to kill you."

"The twelfth floor owner looked down on me too much, a gold medal killer can't kill me."

Ling Xian said faintly, "Get out of here, go back and tell the owner of the 12th floor, let him take the shot himself."

"You don't deserve to let the landlord do it yourself." The masked man sneered, Qingfeng appeared, and Jianmang came out.

At the same time, eleven figures came out of the void, stabbed with a sword, and the mountains and rivers lost their color.

This is a sword of lore, go straight, no fancy, can only block, can not hide.

"Be careful!" Shu Ling moved, he thought there was only one killer, so he relaxed his vigilance.

Suddenly, eleven killers popped up and caught him by surprise. He could only watch and couldn't help.

"I've been guarding you for a long time."

Ling Xian's expression was calm. Shu Ling didn't find the eleven killers. It wasn't that she didn't have enough keen sense, but she didn't know the danger of the world and was not alert enough.

And he has always been alert, and has long found that in addition to masked people, there are eleven killers.

Therefore, Ling Xian calmly, with no God fist, domineering shock retreated eleven swords.

The eleven killers then retreated, and everyone's eyes were full of horror.

It was amazing to find them, and it was even more shocking to dispel their lore!

If anyone who knows them is present, they will exclaim and lose heart.

Because they are the gold medal killers on the twelfth floor. Everyone is well-known, and there are countless powerful people who died in their hands.

It is no exaggeration to say that the fierce names of the twelve gold killers have reached the point where the babies stop crying!

At this moment, how amazing is the twelve gold medal killers coming out, but being forced back by Ling Xian alone?

Passed out, the whole ghost realm must shake!

"Take back your previous words. The twelve gold killers are here and they have given you a lot of face."

The masked man's eyes were cold and he said, "The last time we joined forces, it was 80 years ago."

"You want me to take back what I said before, you are still not qualified." Ling Xian said lightly, calmly.

The twelve gold medal killers are indeed powerful. In the case of joint assassination, below the Supreme, there is no one to stop.

But for Ling Xian, the twelve were vulnerable.

Because his spirit is comparable to the Supreme, these twelve can only face him head-on, and cannot attack him.

"You're looking for death!" The masked man was furious, and the eleven gold medal killers were all angry.

Any one of them is a gold medal killer who makes ghost realm smell the wind, but Ling Xian doesn't take them into consideration, can't she be angry?

At the moment, the twelve gold killers disappeared, hiding in the void.

"Useless tricks, I can find you once and I can find the second one." Ling Xian looked indifferently, pointing out, the void was broken.

The two silhouettes fell weakly, and the blood flow was endless, terrifying.

And the next scene made them all cold.

Emperor Boxing regrets the world, it is extremely domineering, Lingxian opens and closes, like the lower bound of God, invincible.

boom!

The mountains and rivers were shaking, the sky was falling apart, and ten gold medal killers fell.

Ling Xian is too powerful. When they find out where they are, they have no power to fight back.

"Impossible, this is impossible!"

The twelve gold medal killers were horrified, once by coincidence, not twice.

Although they do not want to admit it, this is the case. They can't hide Lingxian's consciousness by relying on the proud method of raising interest.

"I said, you can't kill me."

Ling Xian faintly opened her mouth, and the eight days changed, and the bright light of Tianchan could shine!

The magic sword was light and cold for nine days, the fairy mirror penetrated the world, and the twelve people who coughed up blood coughed with no strength to fight.

Not that they are too weak, but that Ling Xian is too strong.

He is the king who swept the same ranks, head to head, and the twelve gold medals are vulnerable!

And when he reaches the extreme of sacred realm and becomes supreme, it will be a face-to-face with close fights!

This is the inverse of reaching the ninth polar state!

"Withdraw, withdraw!"

The twelve gold medal killers were embarrassed and never dreamed that Lingxian was so powerful.

You know, they are the gold medal killers on the twelfth floor, and they have never failed in the case of cooperation.

However, at this moment, it was crushed by one person. What an incredible thing? Passed out, the twelve of them will become a laughing stock!

At the moment, twelve people fled, one faster than the other, showing how scared they were.

Seeing this, Ling Xian's hands turned, and the strong repulsion force was strong, such as the 100,000 mountains fell down, which caused the twelve to split their bodies and cough up their blood.

But with the help of repulsion, they fled faster, and in the blink of an eye, they disappeared.

"Why let them go?" Shu Ling frowned, seeing that Ling Xian had deliberately let them go.

"It's not a matter of a few slanders. It doesn't matter if you kill or not."

"Let them leave in order to let them tell me that the twelfth floor owner, I am not a soft persimmon, wants to kill me, and shot it myself."

Ling Xian smiled lightly. His enemies were the owner of Twelfth Floor and the owner of Tingchan Pavilion. The rest were worthless.

"If the twelfth floor owner appears, I will kill him." Shu Ling smiled.

In Lingxian's mind, he and Shuling owe nothing to each other, but in Shuling's view, he owes Lingxian a favor.

"Thank you so much, let's go and get the shards of reincarnation." Ling Xian smiled and flew towards the East.

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