Painting of the Nine Immortals

In the martyrdom, dense swords emerged, killing everyone with the power of heaven.

Seeing this, Han Qingxue and other people changed their faces, and hurried to luck to resist mana.

However, Ling Xian was not surprised. He had long expected that the road would be full of crises and could not pass safely.

Therefore, he just runs King Kong and does not damage the body, and resists the sword qi from flying.

"Dang Dang Dang!"

A sound of golden-iron symphony erupted into Cancan Mars, and then dissipated automatically.

Ling Xian looked calm, safe and sound, and was not harmed in the slightest.

In contrast, Han Qingxue and others were a little bit embarrassed under this wave of sword gas attack, which made them all shocked.

Because, Ling Xian is just like a okay person, as if those oncoming are not terrible sword air, but a breeze with no lethality.

You know, the power of each sword is very powerful, enough to kill a strong middle-aged infant. However, so many sword blasts on Ling Xian, but did not cause any harm to him, how can people not be shocked?

"Attentive alert, these sword qi is only the first wave, and I don't know how many attacks will be in the future."

Ling Xian faintly spoke, and the whole body exudes a golden light, like the lower bound of a **** of war. No matter how sharp the sword is, it is difficult to hurt him.

Therefore, he resisted the sword qi and strode forward towards the meteor.

Seeing this, Han Qingxue and others could only clenched their teeth to keep up, while resisting the sword gas that appeared at any time, while carefully following him behind.

As they moved forward slowly, more and more sword air emerged, as if endless, hitting a few people wantonly.

This made Han Qingxue and others more and more embarrassed, their clothes were damaged, their complexion was pale, and their condition was very bad.

Only Lingxian was so calm from the beginning to the end without any harm.

This is enough to prove that his strength is far more than Han Qingxue and others.

"Speed ​​up, I have a hunch, this road, we seem to be on the right track."

The gold plate on Ling Xian's hand suddenly shook, making him look happy, and then dancing with big sleeves, he shattered the oncoming sword energy.

Immediately afterwards, his flesh glowed, like a round of unforgettable sun, releasing a torrent of weather and blood!

"boom!"

With a loud noise, Lingxian rammed into a rush, like an archaic fierce beast, capable of pushing across nine days and ten places.

Seeing this, Han Qingxue and others showed joy, followed closely behind Ling Xian, and galloped forward.

In this way, Ling Xian opened the way with her own strength and shared a lot of pressure for them. After a while, they finally reached the end of the road.

In a hurry, the heavenly sword energy disappeared, but it was not the end of the crisis, but the sublimation!

"boom!"

The waves of the Yangtze River suddenly emerged, sweeping from the front, endless, if the sky falls, there is the power to overthrow the mysterious yellow!

This made Han Qingxue and other people's faces change, and hurriedly operated the body protector to resist. However, it was smashed instantly, causing several people to cough up blood.

Ling Xian did not cough up blood, but she still had a few white hairs.

There is no way, this water is powerful, and it is endless, stronger than once. That terrible shock, even in his physical body, was a bit too much.

Fortunately, in addition to his physical body, there is another fetish that does not require mana to activate it.

Burn the evil flame.

"Ran!"

Ling Xian shouted loudly, and the flames of the evil spirits burst out, covering the entire scene in an instant, blocking the Yangtze River waves and evaporating a little.

It is said that water overcomes fire, but if the flame temperature is higher than water, it can be evaporated. The temperature of the burning flame of evil spirits is undoubtedly listed here.

Seeing that the Yangtze River wave was blocked by Ling Xian, Han Qingxue and others were relieved.

They knew very well that, with their own strength, it was reluctant to withstand this weird wave. If it continues, it will most likely be crushed into slag.

This made them feel more bitter at the same time, more and more shocked. I did not expect Ling Xian to be able to resolve even this level of crisis.

"Burn me up!"

Ling Xian shouted and turned the flame of the evil spirit to the extreme. When the blaze raged, the sky burned and the sea was burned.

"Huh ... it's over."

With a long sigh of relief, Lingxian conquered Shenhuo, and then the eyes of the stars became hot.

Not only him, but also Han Qingxue and others.

The reason is that when the flowers disappeared, the furnishings in the stone room were exposed to everyone.

In the center of the stone chamber, there is an ice coffin, which exudes extreme icy coldness, as if it can be frozen for nine days and ten places.

Above the coffin, four artifacts are suspended, all of which emit a radiant light, like a sun shining on the earth.

It was these four artifacts that made everyone's eyes glowing, and they were even a little quick to breathe.

All of them are Tianjiao, and their knowledge of nature is extraordinary. Therefore, they can see the preciousness of these artifacts at a glance.

"It's truly amazing. Even the funeral is extraordinary."

Ling Xian sighed, and the light in the corner of her eyes suddenly glanced at the wall behind the coffin.

I saw there was a huge word of hate, written in bright red blood. Even if they were far apart, he could still feel the thick **** gas and the monstrous hatred!

And in this hate, there is also a kind of despair!

This changed Ling Xian's complexion, and there was an inexplicable feeling of shudder.

At this time, Han Qingxue and others also saw the blood red hate word. Suddenly, they looked pale, feeling that they were shrouded in a sense of despair.

"This ... Ling Daoyou, what's going on?"

Cold and light snowflakes are tarnished, just feel like falling ice caves, cold all over the body.

Xu Chuan's and Fang Mu's performance is similar, both of them are extremely fearful.

Only Lingxian can keep calm.

However, he also felt that he was shrouded in the despair of that hate. The whole person became more and more depressed and his body became colder.

"What a weird word!"

Ling Xian shuddered, chilling all over her, as if she was being stared at by the devil. This feeling made him very uncomfortable.

As a result, he burst into severe blood, and the masculinity covered the audience, dissipating a bit of cold.

This made Han Qingxue and others better, but in her eyes, she still expressed deep fear, and she didn't even dare to look at the word.

"This word should be left by that peerless power."

Ling Xian's brow froze tightly, he could feel the hatred and anger before the mighty death, and the despair and sorrow of that man.

This made him very puzzled. What happened to it, that could make a great power hate the fire and feel despair?

Killed by the Chou family?

Obviously not. If you are killed, you have no chance to set up a cemetery for yourself. What else is there besides this?

Ling Xian was puzzled and very puzzled.

As he frowned, a speculation suddenly emerged from his heart.

Could it be that ... this person died when he failed the clearance?

"Probably!"

Ling Xianxing's eyes suddenly burst into glory, and she felt that her guess was very close to the truth, even the truth!