Peerless Rune God

Chapter 1303 The Third Son

"You don't have the aura of a god on your body, aren't you one of the nine sons?" The old man Shoushan felt Ling Xian for a while, but he didn't feel the aura belonging to the god's dao pattern, and said weakly: "Forget it, let's talk about these things later, you help I get up."

Now he is already so weak that it is difficult for him to stand up by himself.

However, Ling Xian didn't move, just stood there quietly, without saying a word.

"Didn't you hear me? I asked you to help me up, don't you know who I am?" Old Shoushan frowned.

He was one of the nine sons of Luoxing in the past, and his status in Luoxing Pavilion was unrivaled except for the emperor. How dare the woman in front of him disobey his orders?
He didn't know Ling Xian's identity, because he had guarded Wuliang Mountain for thousands of years. He only knew that Ling Xian didn't have the Dao pattern aura of a god, and he wasn't the nine sons of Luoxing.

"Of course I know who you are. You are the third son of the seventh generation of Luo Xing's nine sons." Ling Xian finally spoke, but his tone was a little indifferent.

"Since you know, how dare you disobey my order?" Old Man Shoushan couldn't help but look gloomy.

"The Nine Sons of Luoxing are passed down from generation to generation, and the Dao pattern left by the gods on the body of the Nine Sons is also passed down from generation to generation." Ling Xian seemed not to have heard it, and said to himself: "Up to now, the Nine Sons of Luoxing have passed on from generation to generation." It has been passed on for ten generations, but the nine sons from the eighth generation to the tenth generation have only eight people."

The old man guarding the mountain was silent, he naturally knew these things.

The identity of the nine sons of Luoxing must be passed on to the next generation every 1000 years, and the Dao pattern on their bodies must also be inherited by the nine sons of the next generation.

He was originally the third son among the nine sons of the seventh generation, but due to some reasons, he did not pass on his identity and dao rune to the next generation.

In other words, the nine sons of Luo Xing after his generation all lacked a third son.

"What do you want to explain by saying this?" He frowned, not understanding what the woman meant by saying this to him.

"I was originally one of the nine sons of this generation, but because many years ago, the emperor deduced that Nixing might appear in Xuanyu, so he paid some price very early to send me to a foreign land to find Nixing and kill him .”

Ling Xian sighed deeply: "That's why, although I have the name of Nine Sons, not many people in the world know about it, and I don't have the reality of Nine Sons."

"Are you one of the nine sons?" The old man guarding the mountain was surprised, and said: "If you are also one of the nine sons, why can't I feel the aura of a god in you?"

Ling Xian's eyes kept looking into the distance, until this moment, she finally turned her head, looked at the old man guarding the mountain, and said: "This is also the reason why I came here this time."

The old man guarding the mountain was still puzzled, but suddenly he seemed to think of something again, and his expression changed drastically.

He seemed to have suddenly gained strength, jumped up from the ground, and rushed to the distance with a swoosh, wanting to escape.

"Shh!"

However, he is too weak now, with one step Ling Xian has already come to him and stopped him.

"You want to...take my dao pattern?" The old man who guarded the mountain said coldly with a gloomy expression.

He finally understood why Ling Xian was one of the nine sons, but he didn't have the dao pattern left by the god.Because Ling Xian is the third son of the tenth generation, her dao pattern is still on his body!
Ling Xian came here to seize the Dao pattern!
"You shouldn't have existed long ago. The dao pattern left by the god should have been passed down a long time ago." Ling Xian was noncommittal, with a cold tone. While speaking, he stretched out a jade hand and lightly tapped on the old man who guarded the mountain.

"Haha...haha..." The old man Shoushan let out a bitter laugh, "I thought that if I survived, I would have a chance to get the magic spell of the gods in the future. It was because of this thought that I didn't think like them. , chose to self-destruct and let the Daowen of the Divine Sovereign attach to that Ni Xing!"

"I didn't expect, I didn't expect, in the end, my dao pattern will also be taken by you!"

Not long ago, the Eighth Young Master and others self-destructed, and the Dao patterns on their bodies were all attached to Xiao Yu's body, posing a huge threat to Xiao Yu.But among them, only the Dao pattern of the old man Shoushan is still there, because he didn't choose that way.

He wanted to keep the dao pattern, and then find a chance to kill Xiao Yu, recover, and get the magic spell of the god.

But who would have thought that just after Xiao Yu left, Ling Xian had arrived, and his Dao pattern would also be taken by Ling Xian.

"In your current state, it would be a waste to continue to keep the dao pattern!" Ling Xian opened his mouth and shot continuously.

In her hand, the Dao pattern on the old man guarding the mountain emerged, as if he had life, and slowly moved from the old man guarding the mountain to her.

"Hey, I don't want me to live for thousands of years, and finally wait until Ni Xing appears in this world. In the end, it's still nothing!"

The old man guarding the mountain had a complicated complexion, he seemed to be crying and smiling, and he was full of emotion.

Ling Xian didn't feel anything about this, but indifferently snatched the Dao pattern from the old man who guarded the mountain.

As the Dao pattern was drawn away, the already weak and old Shoushan old man soon became dying, with only his last breath left.

"thump!"

After taking away the dao pattern, Ling Xian let the old man who guarded the mountain slump down, and instead of taking another look, he turned around and walked away.

She walked to the place where the eighth sons and the others self-destructed, turned around in a circle, and muttered to herself: "The fifth son to the eighth son, plus the third son of the seventh generation, so many people, they were all destroyed. In his hands? It seems that he has not seen it for a while, and his strength has grown again!"

After pondering on the spot for a while, Ling Xian finally flew up and went away in the sky.

Falling Star Pavilion, Nine Star Pagoda.

As if feeling something in his heart, the Nine Star Emperor, who was sitting quietly cross-legged in the tower, suddenly opened his eyes, his brows furrowed deeply.

"The four sons died at the same time, even the third son of the seventh generation died?"

This time, even Emperor Nine Stars could feel the death of Old Man Shou Shan, so he was really dead.

The nine sons of Luoxing killed five of them at once. This result, even the Nine Star Emperor, was deeply surprised.

He groaned in the tower, and after a while, he spoke leisurely, and the loud voice spread far: "Call the first son to come and see me!"

The first son, the first son of the nine sons of Luo Xing!
He only heard that someone obeyed, and then a breath went away.

"Huh?" Not long after the person who had just ordered to leave, Jiuxing Emperor frowned again.

At this moment, he sensed that among the nine fallen stars, two more fell.

"The second and fourth sons are dead too? Who did it?"

For the Fallen Star Nine, usually the closer to the front, the stronger the strength, and the gap in strength between each other is huge.

Right now, five sons have just died, and two other sons died at the same time, and they are the second and fourth sons who are more powerful!

"Emperor!"

After a while, someone from outside the tower came to report, saying: "The first son made a move, the second son and the fourth son were beheaded by him, and the dao patterns of these two people were also taken away by the first son!"

(End of this chapter)