Painting of the Nine Immortals

At the bottom of the demon volcano, Lingxian's expression was calm, her black hair and white robe dancing gently, exuding extremely attractive oppression.

A fiery red bead hovered above his head, and a soft halo hung down, set him off like a vulcan god, and the fire escaped, and the king came to the world.

"The peak of Dandan, I finally reached it."

The corner of his mouth was raised slightly, Ling Xian's right hand slowly made a punch mark, and suddenly punched forward.

"boom!"

The fist is broken, like a nine-day **** thunder, and the void in front of it is instantly shattered, exposing a large black hole.

He didn't use half a mana and pure physical power for this punch, but even so, he still broke the space with one punch. From this we can see how powerful he is now!

In the two realms of gas refining and building base, the gap between the small realms is not too big, but once it reaches the Dandan period, the gap can become large.

It is not only reflected in the quantity and quality of mana, but also the physical body and spirits will be greatly improved, in other words, it is all-round enhancement!

Moreover, it is not a little bit strong, it is a substantial enhancement!

"Yes, the physical strength has also improved a lot, and the overall combat strength has become more powerful." Ling Xian smiled with satisfaction, feeling very happy.

Although, due to the relationship between the demon and his heart, this breakthrough almost fell, but as long as he can reach the peak of Jiedan, everything is worth it.

Not only does it mean that his strength has increased, it also means that he is one step closer to invincible Dan Dan, and he is closer to the high Yuanying period.

"It's really good, except for the Wizards who reached the extremes during the period of Dandan. Otherwise, basically no one is your opponent." The mysterious man sighed, his eyes flashed with surprise.

He originally thought that Ling Xianshao would be able to break through in 20 years, but he did not expect that it would only take him ten years, which naturally surprised him.

"Thank you very much, otherwise, I may be dead." Ling Xian smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth, and then arched at the mysterious man to show his gratitude.

Most of the reasons why he was able to suppress the demon and break through this time are due to the meditation spell. However, the mysterious man also did something.

Although his requiem did not suppress the demon, if he didn't take it, Lingxian might not be able to remember it and promptly urge the meditation curse.

As a result, he was naturally grateful to this mysterious man.

"No, I'm just doing a little bit of it. The reason you can suppress the demon is on your own."

The mysterious man shook his head, a hint of curiosity flashed in his eyes, and said, "It's just that I didn't expect that you would use the meditation curse. Could it be that you are a heir to the Leiyin Temple?"

"No, I am a meditation spell obtained by chance." Ling Xian shook her head with a smile.

His meditation curse comes from a mysterious nun. If it is related to Leiyin Temple, it should also be a nun and has nothing to do with him.

"It doesn't matter?"

The man frowned, and then stretched out, joking and laughing: "Then you have to be more careful, the bald donkeys are extremely inherited. If you find that you will use the meditation spell of one of the nine gods, you will show no mercy. Shot, erase your memory of the meditation curse. "

"Erase memory?" Ling Xian could not help frowning.

Leiyin Temple is a world-renowned transcendental force, so it is natural to say no more. Fortunately, this Zongmen is not in Yuezhou, so the probability of this happening is very small.

Therefore, he ignored the matter and chuckled: "The soldiers come to guard, the water comes to cover the soil."

"You look good."

The mysterious man smiled slightly and thought: "If you want to be grateful, accompany me here for decades and let me relieve the boredom."

"No, I don't have time to chat with you."

Ling Xian refused, and although he would seal his hearing, he could feel that the man was talking nonchalantly.

If he was allowed to chat with this person, let alone decades, even if it was only one day, he estimated that he would be crazy.

"Well, it's a world-famous world, and people are old-fashioned. They just said they want to thank me. Why can't this small request be done?" The man chuckled twice, no anger on his face.

He didn't intend to ask for favors like Ling Xian, besides, he didn't think he had helped the man in front of him.

After all, his Requiem simply suppressed the effect for a few moments.

"This is not a trivial requirement. Chatting with you is as good as going to war with the Yuan Yingboo."

Ling Xian shook her head with a smile and said, "But since I said I want to thank you, naturally I will not break my word, and it must be a great gift to surprise you."

"Then I want to hear what you, a little monk who can bear, can come up with something that surprises me."

The man was interested, but when he heard Ling Xian's next sentence, the interest suddenly turned into funny.

"Relieve your imprisonment."

Ling Xian danced in white with a smile on her lips and could not speak with confidence.

But in the eyes of men, it became stupid. He shook his head with a smile and said, "I'll take your mind, but say this to me. Don't be so stupid outside, you will be laughed at.

"I know you don't believe it. Think of this sentence as a nightmare." Ling Xian raised his mouth and slowly spit out a word full of firmness.

"But I'm serious."

On hearing that, the man frowned, and said, "Little guy, you can talk big. But you need to be clear. I have been imprisoned here for thousands of years and I don't want to go out all the time."

After a pause, he said in a deep voice: "So, I advise you to speak with caution, but don't give me hope and make me despair."

"This question will come to light in the future. Of course, you can also choose not to believe it."

Ling Xian smiled slightly and said, "However, I must return your love, so I promise here that I will rescue you sooner or later."

"You're confident enough. Unfortunately, I can't believe it."

The man sighed softly, unwilling to believe what Ling Xian said in his heart, because he was afraid to admit the price of disappointment.

He has been imprisoned here for thousands of years, and the reason why he can persist to this day is that, besides his unfathomable strength, it is supported by a conviction.

Once Ling Xian fails to do so, then he will not be disappointed, but directly desperate. That way, he can't hold on any longer.

"I understand." Ling Xian nodded slightly and said nothing.

After all, this kind of thing is not talked about, but done through action.

"Just understand."

The man sighed and said, "Forget it, knowing that you can't chat with me, this old antique. Go, if you have time and willingness, you can bring me some good wine and pout."

"Okay, I wrote it down."

Ling Xian smiled slightly, arching her hand at the man, and said, "I'll say goodbye then."

After that, the fire-suppressing beads on his head shone brightly, and a vacuum path suddenly appeared above.

Afterwards, Lingxian rose into the air and flew slowly towards the crater.

Along the way, Wanhuo conceded automatically, truly reincarnation like Vulcan, showing its mighty power.