Painting of the Nine Immortals

"Time flies, the sea is vicissitudes of land, with a wave of fingers for seven thousand years, has anyone finally entered ..."

That figure stands tall and magnificent, flowing Daoyun, like the Supreme Master of the World.

Seeing him is like seeing glory and seeing the peak!

When this person finished speaking, he slowly turned around, revealing a brave face. His face was like a knife, and his eyebrows flew into the slanting obliquely, and his deep eyes were like the sea of ​​stars.

Suddenly, everyone was shocked, staring blankly at the esteemed figure, and it took a long time to return to God. Then everyone took a breath.

"Yuan Wutian Jun, I have seen his portrait!"

"There is nothing wrong, just the legendary Yuan Wutianjun, oh my god, is he alive?"

"No, look carefully. This is just a figure condensed with a remnant soul. Although it has the wisdom of Yuan Wutianzun, it is impossible to survive for too long!"

Everyone exclaimed and recognized the person in front of them.

Yuan Wutianjun!

The simple four words give people a sense of heavy oppression.

He is a well-known strong man in the history of Tianzhou. Even if he looks at the most powerful, it is definitely a leader!

"Is this the Yuan Wutianjun? A ghost of the remnant has such a mighty power that it is truly awesome."

Ling Xian sighed, and then the eyes of those stars became hot.

Since Yuan Wutianjun died here, his inheritance will surely be there, so how can he become hot?

Not only him, but also everyone present.

After the shock, instead of expectation, desire.

"A lot of people come."

Yuan Wutianjun sighed softly, and slowly glanced at the crowd, without stopping. However, they paused on the goddess of war and Huang Jiuge, and there was a glimmer of appreciation in their eyes.

When he saw Ling Xian, his eyes suddenly appeared a little surprised.

He admired the Goddess of War and Phoenix Nine Songs, not surprisingly. For Ling Xian, it was unexpected, and even a bit shocked.

"Ok?"

Being stared at by Yuan Wutianjun, Ling Xian frowned, feeling secretly exposed to this person's eyes. But soon, he was relieved.

The Yuan Wutianjun in front of him is just a ghost image of the remnant soul, it will dissipate soon. It doesn't matter if he gets his own secret.

"Interesting. I don't think that after seven thousand years, such a funny little guy will appear."

Yuan Wutianjun smiled lightly, then his smile gradually converged, and those dazzling eyes suddenly became sharp like a sword, as if he could cut off the sun and the moon and split the world.

Immediately, a horrendous coercion came out, making everyone scared and pale. The weaker, couldn't help but want to kneel to the ground and worship Yuan Wutianjun.

Only Ling Xian, Phoenix Jiu Ge, God of War and others can barely support it.

Fortunately, only a moment later, Yuan Wutianjun regained his momentum. Then he smiled with satisfaction: "Very good, the people who come in are all good and qualified to fight for my heritage."

The words fell, and everyone's eyes suddenly became hot, staring at Yuan Wutianjun swiftly, and their breathing was a little rapid.

Ling Xian is no exception.

Intuition told him that Yuan Wutianjun's inheritance is likely to be a world-class Tiangong!

"I haven't been around for a long time and will soon dissipate, so to make a long story short."

Yuan Wutianzun smiled slightly and said, "I have left a legacy, that is, this tricolor flower, which contains a Tiangong, you can compete for it according to your ability."

The words fell, and everyone was short of breath.

Originally, they had only a few percent certainty about Tiangong. After all, Tiangong is too scarce. Looking at the sky and the ground, there are not many.

However, at the moment, Yuan Wutian Jun admits in person, how can this make everyone feel hot?

Everyone was crazy. If it wasn't for Yuan Wutianjun still alive, I'm afraid to rob it at this moment.

Ling Xian could not remain calm.

That ’s Tiangong!

Known as the strongest practice in the world, it is the most precious thing that any creature dreams of!

"Sure enough, it's Tiangong. Next, it's all about strength."

Lingxian's mouth raised, majestic mana was ready to go, and he planned to wait for the moment when Yuan Wutianjun disappeared.

At this moment, Yuan Wutianjun's voice was in his heart, only two words.

"Be careful."

"Ok?"

Ling Xian frowned, glanced suspiciously at everyone, and found that they looked as usual, not as if they heard this sentence.

Then, he turned his eyes to Yuan Wutianjun, just to see the extremely capable man looking at himself with a smile. That smile was very complicated. There were perseverance, bitterness, and helplessness.

Also, a few points are expected.

This caused Ling Xian to hold back, the word 'careful' echoed in her head, and she felt a chill inexplicably.

Be careful?

An unknown enemy or a sudden crisis?

Ling Xian didn't know, but intuitively told him that it must be very terrible existence. Otherwise, it is impossible for Yuan Wutianjun to show helplessness and bitterness.

He could feel that this extremely powerful bitterness and helplessness can be described in one word.

Powerless.

So, what is it that can make the ultimate power feel powerless?

When Ling Xian planned to ask Yuan Wutian Jun, he found that his figure gradually faded, and in the blink of an eye, it completely dissipated in the world.

Only a long sigh was left, slowly reverberating in the world, full of weakness.

However, everyone at the scene did not notice the complexity contained in the sigh, and their minds were all attracted by the tricolor flower.

Only Ling Xian noticed and sighed.

"What the **** is it, why just remind me to be alone?"

Ling Xian was confused, very puzzled. However, he also understood that it was not an opportunity for contemplation at the moment, and the most important thing was to win a tricolor.

Therefore, he rushed forward like Dapeng spread his wings, bursting out of Cancanxia, ​​shaking Gaotian!

At the same time, fluctuations spread, and everyone can't wait to rush to Tricolor, wanting to have it in their pockets.

At this moment, they were all crazy, and they couldn't care less about how strong Lingxian was. There was only one thought in their minds.

Capture Heavenly Power!

And just as everyone was shooting, there were a few bursts of air in all directions, shaking like a thunder.

The man on the left was white-haired and black-clothed, like the King of the Dark Night, with a cold look, and he was in a perfect combination.

The person on the right has thick eyebrows and extraordinary eyes. He is extraordinary in martial arts, like an invincible war god.

The moment they appeared, the earth shook, Tianyu shook, and the entire sky changed color.

This made everyone stunned, and then a shock appeared on his face.

Ling Xian also stopped her movements, and her expression turned solemn. Because these two people are the masters of the breath he sensed before.

In other words, both of them are strong men of the same level as him!

At this moment, a clear poem came suddenly, ringing for nine days and ten places.

"Fu Xiao battles the sword and travels the world, Leshan and Leshui have no boundaries."

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Dear Friends, Dragon Boat Festival, Ankang ~~