Painting of the Nine Immortals

The swinging magic column is broken, and the close person coughs up blood.

Lingxian is like the King of God, and stands proudly above the nine days.

Everyone at the scene was horrified. How powerful was it to break the magic column in one step and win the game in three steps?

It is no exaggeration to say that at this moment Lingxian, the Emperor of Chaos and Chaos has suppressed thousands of people, and there is no style among enemies!

"He's not human, he's a monster!"

"In the supreme state, but can crush the close ones, how strong is his strength?"

"The legendary foundation is flawless, and it is really strong."

"Zhan Ge has always found such a monster? It's terrible."

Everyone was frightened, and the Supreme, who was so eager to move, lost his courage at this moment.

One step defeated the approach, two steps broken the magic column, such a terrible strength, who dare to shoot?

"Under enlightenment, only those who have no foundation can fight with him. The rest are all chickens and dogs, which are vulnerable."

Looking at Ling Xian, who swallowed all realms, Zhan Ge was full of emotions and mixed feelings.

Ling Xian grew up too fast, and her achievements were too brilliant.

"Indeed, looking at the two realms, those who can fight with him below the enlightenment count over with one hand."

Luo Xinjie Zhan Yan smiled and said, "The man I fancy should be amazing forever."

"Cough, sir, assisting the bereaved dog is not a wise decision."

The old man in Tsing Yi got up hard and said, "He can give you two times, or even ten times as much as my warring family. Why not give up the dark?"

"Yes, as long as you nod, I can be as if nothing had happened before." The gray-clad old man looked pale and angry.

They realized how strong Lingxian was, unless the second elder became a god, otherwise, the bottom line is not his opponent.

Therefore, both of them moved into the idea of ​​buying, and only in this way can they turn to danger.

"Abandon the dark and cast the light?"

Ling Xian shook her head and laughed. "I don't think he is dark, nor do you think you are bright."

"Although we are not your opponents, the inside story of the warriors is more than just swinging magic poles. It is clear at a glance who knows who is dark." The old man in Tsing Yi was gloomy.

"It's clear at a glance, but the person who can't see the situation isn't me, it's you."

"Since you think you can buy me, let's talk about whether the reward for helping him is big or the reward for sitting idly by."

"He and I are in adversity. I help him get revenge and help him become a god. How much do you say in return?"

"And if I stand by and wait for the second elder to become a god, the first thing I want to kill is me."

"Don't rush to deny that Liang Zi has already settled. I don't believe the warring people can tolerate me alive."

Ling Xian shook her head and laughed. Fools all know that helping Zang Ge returns a lot of money, or just sit back and watch.

What's more, he and Zhan Ge intersect with each other. Even if the old man in Tsing Yi gave him the source of the gods, he would not leave Zhan Ge.

"You ..." The old man in Tsing Yi sank into water, speechless.

The same goes for the elderly in black.

Ling Xian is right in saying that sitting idly by will only lead to the scourge of killing oneself, and helping each other is the wise decision.

"I admit that you are right, but the premise is that you can suppress my war tribe. If you cannot suppress it, then you will lose your soul."

The old man in Tsing Yi sneered, and said, "It's too late to stop now."

"Soul is flying?"

Ling Xian smiled and said, "The second elder has not yet become a god, and the warrior has no roots. How can I let my soul fly?"

"My warriors have a lot of information. They talk to you well, because it is not easy for you to practice and give you a chance."

The old man in Tsing Yi looked cold and said, "If you don't know any good, then I have to send you on the road."

"Yes, young man, you don't know how to raise."

The gray-clad old man pretended to inspire many people, thinking that the warriors could really kill Ling Xian.

However, people with good eyes can see that the warriors are at the end of the crossbow. If they can really kill Lingxian, why bother to say more?

"Your cheeks are really thick."

"Come on, let me see, the power of your mouth."

Ling Xian laughed, and Dangzhu is one of the most powerful insiders of the warring family.

And when he stepped out in three steps, he destroyed the slamming magic column. How could the warrior's heritage kill him?

"Damn!"

The old man in Tsing Yi has an ugly face. If the warriors can kill Ling Xian, he will not be alive.

At the moment, he looked at the old man in black and saw the helplessness and resoluteness in the other's eyes.

"I can only fight it!"

The old man in black gritted his teeth fiercely.

Bright and dazzling, as bright as the sun, the gods illuminate the mountains and rivers, as thick as mountains, as sharp as a fairy sword.

At the same time, the old man in Tsing Yi shook his brows, and the giant monsters broke out.

boom!

The sky shattered, flying sand and rocks, the beast roared, and shattered thousands of miles.

On his back sits an old man in black, like a ancestor, dazzling bright light and flowing the power of the gods.

However, it's just nothing.

He has not yet stepped into the state of God, but only because the source of the gods is in him, so he has the power of the gods.

"He is the second elder, the leader of the branch!"

When he saw the old man in black, Gordon suddenly gritted his teeth, and the intention of killing was stunned.

The second elder is the culprit. All orders come from his mouth. Can Zhange not hate?

"Don't be angry, I will catch him and let you kill it with your own hands." Ling Xian's expression was calm, still light and calm, calm.

The second elder is the top existence of the uprights. Coupled with the light covering the heavens and the beast that shakes the world, few people can fight with him under enlightenment.

However, he is only the eight polar states, and even with the help of the giant **** light, he is not an opponent of Lingxian.

"Second Brother, we really have no choice but to ask you to go out." The old man in Tsing Yi smiled bitterly, Ling Xian was too strong. With his strength, he was not even qualified for World War I.

"Let's step back, I'll pack him." The second elder opened his eyes.

He looked down at Ling Xian and said, "Young man, do you really want to be my enemy?"

"If you are a god, I will turn around without a word, but unfortunately, you are not."

Ling Xian's expression was indifferent. The second elder had not refined the source of the gods. His strength was only stronger than that of the old man in Tsing Yi, and he could not threaten him.

"It's not God, it's still cutting you."

The elder's eyes were cold, and he said, "Don't think that you have no foundation and you can do whatever you want. My war clan is not for you to be wild."

"If the clan is not divided, I can't spread the wild, but at this moment, no one of the clan can stop me, including you."

Lingxian faintly opened his mouth, as if Emperor Xianruo, the king came to the world.

"Arrogance!"

The second elder sneered and said, "When I was crossing the borderless continent, you were not born yet."

"Is it proud to grow me for thousands of years?"

Ling Xian shook her head and laughed. The old man in black took thousands of years to become a close man, and it took him only two hundred years to overtake the old man in black.

"you!"

The elder's face sank like water, and said, "Boy, I will make you regret coming here."

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There is no third chapter.