Painting of the Nine Immortals

In the Lonely Mountain Range, Lingxian walked leisurely through the crowd.

His expression was calm like water, his steps were gentle and slow, like a **** of death, reaping the lives of the heroes.

In a short period of time, more than thirty people had fallen to the ground, without exception, the heart pulse was broken.

This horrified everyone, even shaking their bodies.

If Ling Xian beheaded and killed in the showdown, it would at most shock the crowd and not surprise them, but he was silent to kill him. How incredible is this?

What kind of fear?

Everyone was cold, and even those seventh powers were incredible.

It is really terrible. You know, these people are all outstanding heirs of top tribes. Even if they are not as good as the top evildoers like Qingtian, they are not bad.

However, at this moment, Ling Xian easily took his life without even a little resistance, which is simply incredible!

"They seem to have lost their magic, as if they lost their souls!"

"It's terrible. What magical power is this that can make those Tianjiao fall asleep?"

"Good terrifying human, how could he be so powerful?"

The crowd exclaimed, full of fear.

Those seventh powers had no fear, but their faces were still hard to hide. At the same time, he was furious.

In their opinion, Ling Xian's move is undoubtedly hitting their faces!

"Damn!"

An old man in a black robe was furious, and opened his mouth to sound like a yellow bell, which was shocking.

"wake up!"

The sound of the Tao sounded clear and contained an inexplicable mysterious power, which suddenly shocked the bodies of several people in the sleep and came to their senses.

The next moment, seven or eight monks stepped back together, looking at Ling Xian's eyes in addition to fear, or fear.

In the eyes of outsiders, they are in a deep sleep and do not know everything about the outside world. But in fact, the Divine Chaos Taoism only imprisoned their spirits. They can clearly understand everything that is happening outside, but they cannot control their bodies!

In other words, Ling Xian easily took everyone's lives, and they all saw it. In this case, how can we not be afraid?

"Have you been frightened ..." Ling Xian smiled slightly and stopped fiddle.

That seventh power has broken the heart of chaos, and continue to play, it has no meaning. Moreover, he has killed more than thirty people, and the remaining seven or eight monks are not at all scared.

"His methods have been broken by me, don't be afraid, kill him for me!" The old man in black robe urged, looking at Ling Xian's eyes full of murderous intention.

However, the crowd was unmoved and still retreated toward the rear.

There is no way, Ling Xian's act of easily beheading those people is really terrible. They have already scared them, and dare to rush up again?

"The right decision."

Seeing everyone back again and again, Ling Xian's mouth raised, a smile of joy appeared.

Although he easily took over the lives of more than 30 strong men by virtue of the chaos of Taoism, he also required a lot of energy and energy to play the Shenqu.

Therefore, his condition is very bad at the moment, it can be said that it is on the verge of collapse. Being able to scare away a few people without blood can naturally make him feel happy.

"Abominable!"

Seeing the crowd not only did not rush up, but even kept back, the old man in the black robe burst his breath and yelled, "Are you blind? He is already a strong foreigner, but he hasn't rushed to kill him?

Hearing that a few people's eyes flickered with fear, but they were obviously a little bit moved.

In this regard, Ling Xian is not panic.

He sat on the ground with his knees crossed, with Fulung Guqin across his chest, and then a bland word rang through the sky.

"Not afraid of death, come here."

The words fell, and the thought of several people trying to do it was thrown out of the clouds, leaving only fear in their eyes.

One is that the deterrent power of Fulong Guqin is too strong, and the other is that Ling Xianyun is light and calm.

From a certain perspective, this is self-confidence!

Therefore, several people did not dare to come forward. If it was not for the old man in black robes, I am afraid they would have fled at this moment.

"A bunch of useless waste!"

The old man in black robes was angry and rushed to the crown, almost crazy, but helpless.

In all fairness, if you change yourself, in this case, most of you dare not do it.

Lingxian is terrible, especially the sacred and chaotic heart, which can restrain the soul and make people unable to control their own body. What a horror?

Even if he left aside chaos, his fighting power was enough to make desperate monks desperate!

"Ha ha, worthy of being the son of the ancestor and witch, you deserve this title!" Gu Jian laughed loudly and recognized Ling Xian for the first time.

Originally, he thought that Lingxian would most likely fall, after all, his state was very bad, and his opponent was not only crowded, but his combat power was quite good.

I never expected that Ling Xian would kill more than 30 monks with her own strength. In the end, the remaining few people were scared to take the shot!

Such sturdy strength is really good, even if it is a lone sword, they have to admire.

"I said, he is not the son of the ancestor and witch!" The old man in black robes looked ironed, thinking of countermeasures while attacking the lone sword.

But after thinking about it, there is only one way.

Due to Gu Hongshan's peculiar rules, only monks in the later stage of Rongdao can enter, but as it turned out, monks in the later stage of Rongdao are not Ling Xian's opponents at all.

Even the use of sea tactics has no effect.

In this way, there is only one way to break the rules of Gu Hongshan!

"This son cannot stay, he must be killed!"

The old man in the black robe looked at each other and saw the determination in each other's eyes.

At the moment, several people joined forces to strike back the lone sword, and then used the strongest method. Even a small amount of blood was burned, in order to raz the Guhong Mountain to the ground!

It's unrealistic to break the rules, even if it is the power of the seventh realm. However, the rules were born on Gu Hongshan, and if they were razed to the ground, the rules would naturally disappear.

And this can be done by a few people.

Therefore, they united their efforts and hit the strongest blow!

boom!

With a loud noise, the entire Guhong Mountain trembled violently, and even this small world trembled.

After that, Fangyuanli was completely turned into nothingness, and everything ceased to exist.

Only Ling Xian stood proudly in nothingness, but his complexion was pale and full of bitterness.

He could feel that the strange rules had disappeared, that is, he had lost his last hope.

In this way, can he not feel bitter?

"Hahaha, now, I see how you can hold on!" The old man in black robe laughed wildly, full of pleasure.

This made Ling Xian bitterer and harder. I did not expect that in the end, I would still be dying.

The lone sword was angry.

Because, Gu Hongshan was left by the ancestor, but at the moment, it was razed to the ground by several people.

This is absolutely unbearable to him who worships the ancestral witch as the highest faith!

"Dare to destroy the relics of Lord Zuwu, let me die!"

The lone sword is completely violent, and the sword is turbulent, and the peerless blaze is shining!