Painting of the Nine Immortals

"Since you are afraid of the source of the gods and fall into the hands of the Tatars, why don't you do it yourself?"

Ling Xianxing's eyes were deep and she said, "You are an invincible deity, and even if you are a hundred innocent uprights, you are not your opponent."

"The source of the gods can only be handed to the strongest humane. If I take the shot, the immortal king of Taoism will not stand idly by." The handsome man laughed, and having no foundation is the prerequisite for sweeping humanity and the foundation of enlightenment.

An enlightened person, without exception, has a sound foundation. If he gave the source of the gods to an ordinary person, how could he fight against the invincible ancestor?

The Immortal King Taoist device will not allow this to happen. Only the strongest human beings deserve to have a source of deities.

"That being said, I can only do it."

Ling Xian shook her head and smiled bitterly. When it comes to strength, ten universes are not as good as the sanctuary, but when it comes to population, ten sanctuaries are not as good as the universe.

The sanctuary has only ten continents. Even if the area of ​​each continent is not inferior to the Big Dipper, it is only equivalent to twenty stars.

How many stars are there in the universe?

Endless!

Even if Jiucheng is a dead star, the population will be trillions. How many close people do you have for such a large population base?

"I only trust you. The source of the gods must be in your hands."

The handsome man looked seriously and said, "I know this burden is heavy, but I have no choice, and you have no choice."

"It really isn't." Ling Xian sighed softly. If the source of the gods fell into the hands of the people, the universe would lose a hope and he couldn't afford to gamble.

In any case, he had to get the source of the gods.

"The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility. If you are only a monk during the refining period, this matter naturally has nothing to do with you."

The handsome man smiled and said, "But you are a flawless upright person and the only person I trust."

"I thought that the opponent was just the ancestor of the Gu family. I never thought it would be a close man in the entire universe."

Ling Xian felt helpless, not afraid, but felt tricky.

There are endless creatures in the universe, and there will always be a few infidels who have perfect foundations. If he reveals his esteem, he must attack them in groups.

"I believe you have the power to outshine others."

The handsome man smiled a little. Ling Xian was the most amazing being he had ever seen. In the first battle, he was not necessarily an opponent. Naturally, he had confidence in Ling Xian.

"I'm not sure, I can only do my best."

Ling Xian sighed and looked at the East, showing the expectation and firmness.

The handsome man is right, he has no choice but to get the source of the gods.

"Just do your best, you go first, and I'll come later." The handsome man of Junxiu faded and disappeared.

"I can't be idle for a moment." Ling Xian sighed, came to Lin Qingyi, and stopped talking.

"Gonna leave?" Lin Qingyi smiled softly, guessing that Ling Xian was going to fight for the source of the gods.

"Tsing Yi, I ..."

Ling Xian smiled bitterly, Lin Qingyi tied his heart to him, but he couldn't stay with her, and he inevitably felt guilty.

"No need to say, I understand."

"You have an inescapable responsibility, and I will not hold you back."

Lin Qingyi's eyes were gentle, and Yushou touched Lingxian's face, and said, "Go do what you want to do, I will wait for you here and wait for you to return."

"Tsing Yi ..."

Ling Xian was emotional and took Lin Qingyi into her arms. She didn't want to let go, but had to let go.

Born in this era, to this point, he must take responsibility.

"Fu Jun, you don't have to say anything, I'm proud of you." Lin Qingyi smiled sweetly and said, "Go, I'm waiting for you, no regrets."

"If you have a wife like this, what is your husband asking for?"

Ling Xian's heart was warm. She kissed Lin Qingyi's forehead and said, "Wait for me, until the universe is calm, we will find a place to live in seclusion and have a bunch of children."

After speaking, he persevered and turned to leave.

The twinkling stars' eyes, tenderness gradually converged, only firmness remained.

The storm rages on the road ahead, the thorns are everywhere, and he wins. He respects the universe, loses, and disappears.

...

There are thousands of reasons to embark on a spiritual path, but there is only one thing I want, which is invincible forever.

In this era when the fairyland is broken and the heavens are broken, Changsheng has extravagant hopes, and invincibility is as difficult as ever.

So when the source of the gods was born, everyone was crazy.

Although the gods cannot live forever, they have invincible power and can honor the world for 30,000 years.

This temptation is too great, even a sage with no desire or desire can't refuse.

The strong man on the hegemony side, stunning the world's arrogance, the old monster that can not be seen in the world, set off to the city of questioning.

The vast majority of people are close-minded people, and the rest are enthusiastic.

Only those who are close can qualify for the source of the deities, and the rest can only watch the excitement.

Of course, there are also many people who are delusional and think of fish in muddy waters, holding the idea of ​​taking advantage of the fishermen.

Such people cannot be stupid, they can only say that they cannot see the situation clearly.

There is only one source of deities. Even the most immature incarnations may not be able to get them. How could a soul who is not even supreme be a fish in troubled waters?

As for sitting on the mountain and watching tigers, it is even more impossible.

No one is a fool, how can it be profitable for others?

In this battle, any conspiracy is useless, only strength can be used!

Only by sweeping the heroes in all directions can we get the source of the gods!

Therefore, this battle is not only a battle for the source of the gods, but also a battle for the top of the world. Whoever can dominate the world, who is the one who honors the world for 30,000 years!

...

Night, messy grave post.

The tombstone exploded and the dust was rising. A skinny old man crawled out of the ground, like a ghost of nine ghosts, terrifying.

"Waiting for seven thousand years, finally waiting for the opportunity to become a god."

"I was fed up with the days when people are not ghosts or ghosts, and no one can stop me from becoming a god."

The words of indifference fell, and the skinny old man swallowed the black energy of all directions, returned to his childhood, and was very bloody.

Before, he was like a candle in the wind, like a ghost in hell, but at this moment he has red lips and white teeth and looks like a boy.

The blood was broken down, the fierce power trembled for nine days, and the young Taoist charm was added, such as a fairy king, a magnificent age, and an eternity.

That's the power of a close man, a flawless foundation, no less than half of Ling Xian!

...

In the evening, the top of the mountain.

A seven or eight-year-old child opened his eyes, and the divine light illuminated Tianyu, engulfing the realms of the Three Realms.

The peak is broken, the birds and beasts are bursting, Wanlishanhe vitality is cut off, and no living thing.

"The source of the gods, I have to decide, who will block, who will die."

The child rises up, and the power of the extremes turns into a ring of gods. There are nine ways, which set him like a Celestial King, invincible.

...

The sun rises to the east, among the flowers.

A black strange flower bloomed, the evil light swept through, and the flowers suddenly withered and the sky was dim.

The next moment, Qihua turned into an old man with a broken sword in his chest and coughed up blood.

"Ha ha ha, ten thousand years ago, I finally waited for my life."

The old man laughed wildly, and the broken sword glowed, causing his flesh to crack and Qiqiao bleeding.

However, she turned a blind eye.

The swallowing power swept through the Six Realms, and she was not weaker than Ling Xian. Obviously, she was also extremely powerful.

The source of the gods unveiled the prelude to the war. Extreme powers were born one after another.