Painting of the Nine Immortals

"In those days, my predecessors helped me, and now it's my turn to save you."

With a chuckle, Lingxian shot aggressively, shaking the spear, and breaking the road.

boom!

The divine spear was eclipsed, the tiger's mouth cracked, and the **** in black stepped back seven steps, his face was cloudy.

The same is true of the Yuzu ancestors.

Ling Xian's ascension against the sky has already shocked them very much. At this moment, the two people are shocked to retreat, which makes them incredible.

The Lord of the Holy Mountain could not believe it.

He looked at Ling Xian, and it was difficult to connect the person in front of him with the little guy who needed his protection.

"The first deity in the borderless continent, but that's it."

Ling Xian smiled a little, even the gods in black, and the ancestors of the Yu tribe.

However, much worse than him.

Even if they join forces, they can make ten moves with him at most.

"you wanna die."

The **** in black is irresistible. He is the first deity in the borderless continent. He is the leader of the enlightenment. Who dares to look down on him?

At the moment, he was in the air, the immense amount of divine light dazzled, and the laws of Shinto shattered.

However, Ling Xian cannot be shaken.

He fell with one palm, shattering the laws of Shinto, and the **** in black coughed for blood, and his flesh broke apart.

The saint ancestors of the Yu tribe are as deadly as the fierce one, the solitary esteem law destroys the heavens and the world, and the law of the saints destroys the universe.

Unfortunately, like the gods in black, they cannot shake Lingxian.

Ling Xian's combat power is no longer measured by the realm. Although it is not as good as the Holy King, it surpasses everyone in Wonderland!

boom!

With one thought opening the sky and one finger annihilating the world, Ling Xian overwhelmed the two invincibles with ease and ease.

That laid back look wasn't like confronting the two invincibles, but walking in the back garden of his house.

If the Lord of the Holy Mountain is shocking, if he doesn't know how strong they are and how much they hate Lingxian, he will doubt whether they deliberately let the water out.

It ’s incredible. How could the two enlightened enlightened men in the Holy Land be suppressed by Ling Xian with his own power?

The next situation shocked the Lord of the Holy Mountain.

Ling Xian was fierce and invincible, swallowing the heavens, beating the two enlightened enemies to shed blood and their bodies were torn apart.

If before, he was suppressing the two invincibles, then at this moment, the two have been defeated.

"It's unbelievable." The Lord of the Holy Mountain took a breath and wondered if he was either dazzled or dreaming.

The Yuzu ancestors and black gods felt the same way.

Both of them were stunned, and they couldn't believe it, and they would be beaten by Ling Xian.

boom!

Xiangu was flat for nine days, Tao was swept away, Lingxian attacked the two invincibles, but with seven strokes, the two were teetering.

Yin Hong was shocked, her breath was weak and debilitating. In addition to her anger and resentment, the **** in black had an emotion.

fear.

The same is true of the Yuzu ancestors.

There is no way to be afraid, Ling Xian feels to them like an immortal holy king, so strong that it makes people desperate.

In addition to fear, the ancestors of the Yu tribe also felt bitter.

In the past, he sat on top of the sky for nine days, and Lingxian in his eyes was nothing but dust.

At this moment, he is still sitting in the cloud, but Ling Xian is standing higher and looking down at him.

With such a huge drop and such an amazing transformation, can the ancestors of the Yu tribe not be bitter?

"Now, you have no objection to what you said to me." Ling Xian stood against her hand, no blood, no scars.

He is not the opponent of the Holy King, but to the true immortal ancestor, he is no different from the immortal king.

"you!"

The black **** was angry and rushed to the crown, and he could not wait to smash Lingxian into corpses, but he could not do it, and had no reason to refute.

Facts speak louder than words. To Ling Xian, the name of the first deity in the borderless continent is just a joke.

"Even if I die, I will pull you back!"

The **** in black is mad, and the foundation of Shinto, true blood of origin, hundred years of life, everything that can be exchanged for power, he has burned.

Seeing this, Ling Xian's expression remained calm, without moving or blocking.

Burning the real blood can indeed be a bit strong, but still cannot bridge the gap with him.

"calm!"

The Yuzu ancestor screamed. He hated Lingxian no less than the gods in black. He also wanted to burn the foundation of the Holy Path and work hard with Lingxian.

But he knew that there was only one desperate result, and he died.

If the gap with Lingxian is only a fraction of a star, then the burning foundation may be the same as Lingxian.

But the gap is too big, just like a lion and a rabbit, even if they give up their lives, they are not opponents.

"I can't calm down!"

The **** in black was irresistibly angry, and his grandson's hatred was beaten to the point of insult, which made him lose his mind and only wanted to kill Lingxian.

At the moment, he shot wildly and broke the sky.

Seeing this, the ancestors of the Yu tribe sighed and knew that if they didn't leave, they would be too late.

Right now, he abandoned the black **** and disappeared for a moment.

Ling Xian didn't stop him. His trip was to save people. It was best to kill the ancestors.

boom!

The **** spear broke for nine days, and the black **** knew that he would die, and he did not want to retreat. He just wanted to die with Lingxian.

Unfortunately, he overestimated himself.

Ling Xian pointed out, the fairy light burst out, the Tao shook the world, and the black gods exploded.

Blood splattered, the halberd broken, and the black gods were incredible, and could not accept this cruel result.

He burned the foundation, the true blood, and the longevity, but still lost to Lingxian, and he was naturally unacceptable.

"His decision was right. You should go with him."

Ling Xian glanced briefly at the **** in black and said, "Let's get on the road, and let the grudge end there."

The words fell, the seven immortal bones shined, and the gods in black desperately resisted, but the halberd died.

The Lord of the Holy Fall Mountain has a complex look, with shock, bitterness, and relief.

The shock was because Ling Xian blasted the black gods and let the ancestors of the Yu tribe rush away. The bitterness was because Ling Xian's strength was above him.

It is comforting because he did not read the wrong person.

At the first sight, the Lord of the Holy Mountain thought that Lingxian was not a thing in the pool, and one day, he would become a par with him.

However, he did not expect Lingxian to grow so fast, but for a century, he was above him.

"Lingxian, thank you for saving me." The Lord of the Holy Mountain smiled. He was seriously injured. If it were not for Lingxian, he would have fallen.

"Senior should not thank me, he should thank himself."

Ling Xian smiled slightly and said, "If you didn't make a shot back then, I wouldn't save you today."

"Then you should thank yourself."

The Lord of the Holy Mountain smiled, and said, "I wouldn't have shot it if you were amazing and let me be optimistic about your future."

"Well, let's not thank you anymore."

Ling Xianwaner said, "Senior, you should be aware of the situation. Saint Luoshan can't keep it. If you want to survive, you can only go to the universe."

"I understand that when I rescue the Lord of the Reincarnation Sea, I will leave with you." The smile of the Lord of the Fallen Mountain gradually converged. He and the Lord of the Reincarnation Sea are close friends and will never live alone.

"Leave it to me, and you leave quickly." Ling Xianxing's eyes narrowed, and she felt the three thoughts of the God, the divine thought of the Holy King.