Painting of the Nine Immortals

Forget-Me-Not Valley, next to the dim forest, surrounded by mountains, is shrouded in white mist all year round.

This is the place where everyone in Beibei Yu wants to enter, but dare not enter. Its horror, the entire Northern Underworld knows that it is said to be dead for nine lives, and even if it is as strong as the Lord, it is not easy to get involved.

But at this moment, Wangyou Valley was surrounded by people, and the water was leaking.

The figures stood tall, although there was no armor on them, but they were neat and solemn, showing a hint of Jin Ge Tie Ma.

These people are without exception, all of them are strong in the later stages of the Tao. Although he did not deliberately release his momentum, he had his own deterrent and even the atmosphere was killed.

Like the winter moon, the north wind howls, making people shudder.

They surrounded the valley firmly, and it seemed that they were protecting the people or things in the valley. As everyone knows, there is nothing in the Valley of Worry, and there is only one answer left.

Someone entered the Valley of Misery, and they were defending the law outside.

"All of them are strong in the late period of choosing the Tao, and have a cold temperament and strict discipline. At first glance, they are the strong in the war-torn army.

Looking at the towering figures, Ling Xian frowned, and murmured, "What is this group of people?"

With that, he frowned even more.

Forget-Me-Not Valley is a terrible place, and the equally scary dark forest next to it is definitely a terrible place.

On weekdays, let alone set foot here, there are no people in Fenyuan. However, at the moment, there is a group of elite soldiers, which itself reveals a bit strange.

When Ling Xian saw a man who was clearly the leader, the color of suspiciousness became more intense.

I saw that man was tall and tall and handsome, but he was not masculine and too feminine.

However, his momentum is like a deep sea, like a mountain, heavy and condensed, standing still.

"Choose the peak strong ..."

Ling Xian's eyes narrowed, seeing this man's temperament was gentle, his face was not necessary, and he couldn't help moving his heart.

The man was obviously a man, but too feminine and completely unbearded. This is enough to show that he is an eunuch.

And then think of those who have experienced the baptism of the war, the identity of this group of people is ready to come out, it is obviously from a dynasty.

"Led by a strong man who chooses the highest peak, dozens of strong men who choose the highest peak will be guarded, and the people in the Valley of Forgetfulness are not small.

Ling Xian sighed softly, her brows could not help but frown, thinking she was waiting for the people inside to come in, or go in now.

And just as he was groaning, the **** suddenly opened his eyes, his cold eyes staring directly at Ling Xian's direction.

"Come out, don't hide."

The voice fell, Ling Xian smiled slightly, not surprised.

He didn't deliberately draw his breath away and was found to be normal. And since it was discovered, there was no need for him to hide, falling from the clouds.

As soon as it fell, Ling Xian opened the door and saw the mountain road: "I'm here to break through the valley of forgetfulness. Please also make it convenient."

"No."

The feminine man refused, and said indifferently: "My master is in it, and no one is allowed to enter before he comes out."

The tone of this sentence was very plain, but it showed unquestionable domineering, and Ling Xian frowned.

Wangyou Valley is not yours? Why is it so arbitrary?

"Sir, Wanggu Valley is a land without a master. You have no right to stop me."

Ling Xian glanced gently at the feminine man. If this person is a sixth-level powerhouse, he may choose to avoid the edge. But what qualifications does a monk who chooses to reach the peak have for him to retreat?

"Ok?"

The feminine man raised an eyebrow and looked at Ling Xian with a bit of chill.

At the same time, there is a bit of jealousy.

He can also see that Ling Xian is the strongest person who chooses the highest path, and naturally has a bit of fear. But the thought of the giant behind him suddenly became proud.

"Since I entered this place, Wangyou Valley was opened by my family."

Hearing that, Ling Xian frowned slightly, and said, "I don't want to talk nonsense with you, just ask you if you want to let or not on this way."

"Hey, I said, no one can do it."

The feminine man sneered, his eyes flashed with contempt, and said, "I urge you to step down immediately, otherwise, let alone kill."

The voice fell, Lingxian's expression cooled down, and he said lightly, "So you are not willing to let go?

"Well."

The feminine man showed disdain and slowly walked forward, leaving only a fluttering word, slowly echoing.

"Come, tie him up. If you dare to resist, kill him."

The words fell, and the two middle-aged men stepped out of the team and released Morin's intention to kill.

The atmosphere suddenly became dignified.

Ling Xian's complexion sank with it. It would be better to block the place strongly, but it would be a bit excessive to imprison him now.

At the moment, he said lightly, "Captive me, what qualifications do you have for a eunuch?"

The word ‘eunuch’ came into the ear, and the feminine man suddenly blew his hair. He turned around suddenly, staring coldly at Ling Xian.

"Okay, good, boy, you're looking for death."

"Whether I'm looking for death, I don't know, I just know you're looking for death."

Ling Xian responded strongly. Although she looked indifferent, she was domineering and full of majesty.

"Damn bastard, kill me!"

The feminine man was burning in anger, and his voice suddenly became sharper, which confirmed his sultry identity.

"boom!"

Obtained the order of the Yinrou man, the two immediately released their momentum, and whistled towards Lingxian like a smashing shore.

In this regard, Ling Xian's expression remained indifferent.

He just rolled a big sleeve and broke the offensive. Immediately, he flashed between the two, crossing his arms across their chests.

"puff!"

Two blood spattered, and the two flew out like winged birds, falling to the ground weakly.

This scene shocked everyone present!

All eyes gathered on Ling Xian, all flashing with a bit of shock.

The strength of these two men is not weak, but they are strong in the late selection of the Tao, and the combat power of the strong in the army is higher than that of ordinary monks.

However, it was defeated by Lingxian's move, which naturally shocked everyone.

Even the feminine man had a shrinking pupil, but soon turned into anger, saying, "I look down on you, but you are destined to die!"

The words fell, he waved his sleeves, and those who had experienced the flames of war have shown their stature and rushed towards Ling Xian.

Obviously there are only twenty or thirty people, but they are like thousands of soldiers and horses, giving people a feeling of depression and suffocation.

Suddenly, the world changed color, and dark clouds quickly gathered, like the last days.

However, Ling Xian has not moved.

Although he looked very small in front of the generals who were culled, the momentum was as immortal as emperor.

Even if the storm hits, he is still standing still.

"People who hinder my way forward will never have a good end." Ling Xian said indifferently, taking a step forward slowly.

Suddenly, the void shattered, and the eight wastelands trembled!