Painting of the Nine Immortals

Under the great sun, Lingxian is like a supreme true god, with great light and eternity,

Really immortal.

Because of this, he managed to turn the tide and saved the Xuanwu continent.

This feat can be described as unparalleled in the world, and is destined to pass through the ages!

Therefore, everyone is zealously looking at Lingxian, looking at this hero who can turn the tide!

At the same time, it is inevitable to show a little awe.

This is true even of those Eighth Powers.

No way, Lingxian is too powerful, sweeping the outer demons with his own power, who can change without awe?

Although this is not his real strength, but this physical body is enough to sweep the entire Xuanwu continent. Even if he is said to be the first strong in the basalt continent, it is no exaggeration.

"ended…"

Lingxian spit out a long suffocation, and the anger and haze of her heart swept away, replaced by ease and joy.

The same goes for everyone present.

They shouted and cheered, they just felt very happy, and even breathed smoothly.

This war has been going on for several years. Everyone is living in depression every day. The feeling that they may fall at any time makes them uneasy. Right now, the war is finally over. Naturally, it makes them feel relaxed.

"Hahaha, it's finally over. The days to come will no longer be a haze!"

"Thanks to his son, if he hadn't turned the tide, Xuanwu Continent would have fallen."

"When I go back, I will set up a monument for the son, and I will worship it for generations!"

Everyone smiled, even with the power of the eighth state, they laughed.

The laughter echoed the sky, full of joy and relaxation.

This made Ling Xian also smile and felt that everything was worth it.

However, just as everyone was beaming, a dissonant uttered suddenly.

"Who told you, this is the last battle?"

The only remaining demon from outside the world opened his mouth, no bitterness or despair on his face, and some were just calm.

This held everyone back, and then his complexion changed.

Everyone wants to come, the eighth state is the peak existence, once the power of this level appears, it means that the war has come to the end.

Ling Xian thinks so too.

So after listening to the old man, he frowned, and said, "You mean, the battle is not over yet?"

"Of course not." The old man looked calm and said, "The storm will not be calm, and the Xuanwu continent is destined to fall into the hands of my clan."

Hearing that everyone's complexion changed, Ling Xian's brow deepened.

He wasn't sure if the old man was frightened or did something happen, but he had a vague intuition that he couldn't let this person live!

Therefore, Ling Xian raised his palm, as if 100,000 mountains fell down, and he wanted to pat the old man into meat.

"Keen intuition, but it's too late."

The old man smiled strangely, erupting an infinite amount of blood, forming a blood curtain covering the sky, blocking Ling Xian's palm.

This made everyone's eyes widened and couldn't believe what they saw.

Ling Xian's strength is in everyone's eyes. Even the most powerful man in purple can't stop him. However, at this moment, the old man blocked it, which obviously revealed weirdness.

"Originally, I didn't want to summon the ancestor, but you drove me to death."

"Because of the **** heavens, the ancestor cannot come, and only by offering sacrifices to our souls can we summon his clone."

"Without you, I would have unified the basalt continent without calling the ancestors at all!"

The old man stood in the blood, and his expression became embarrassed. He stared at Ling Xian, full of resentment.

"Holy Ancestor?"

Ling Xian's pupils shrank, and she thought of the Supreme Shadow, and her expression suddenly changed.

The same is true for everyone. They don't know who the ancestor is and how strong it is, but you can imagine that it must be a powerful man.

"You forced me all this. If you let me escape, I wouldn't be able to burn my soul!"

The old man's expression was terrifying and horrible: "Since you want me to die, I will bury the entire Xuanwu continent!"

"Do you dare!" Ling Xian's eyes were cold, killing the rush to Xiaohan, sweeping across ten squares.

"Hahaha, what am I afraid of?"

The old man laughed wildly and said, "I'm doomed, what else are you afraid of? You tell me, what else am I afraid of?"

"You!" Ling Xian was furious, the void shattered, and the mountains shook.

That power is really like the Supreme Emperor, while anger is falling!

It's a pity that the blood curtain covering the sky is strange and powerful, even if it is Ling Xian's horrible body, it cannot be shaken.

"Haha, soon, you will come down with me soon!"

The old man laughed madly, his dry hands pinched into a mysterious mark.

The next moment, an incredible scene happened.

I saw the old man rising blood mist around, slowly condensing into eight illusory souls, which were the eight extra-terrestrial demon killed by Ling Xian before.

They looked blank, and looked around. When they saw Ling Xian, they suddenly showed strong resentment.

This scene made everyone's eyes widened, only to feel cold, like falling ice cave.

Ling Xian shuddered a little.

He remembered very clearly that the souls of the eight people had been smashed by himself, and the spirits were scattered in the true sense. But at this moment, it is gathered by the elderly. How incredible is this?

"Haha, **** is coming soon. By then, the Xuanwu continent will fall!"

The old man was almost insane, his eyebrows glowed, and his soul leapt to the sky.

This changed Ling Xian's color, struck the Scarlet Sky with all her strength, trying to kill the old man before it was completed.

Unfortunately, all his attacks were sinking into the sea without seeing ripples.

"Useless, if I could be easily shaken by you, wouldn't it be meaningless for me to give my life?"

The old man laughed and made Ling Xian silent.

Although he did not want to admit it, the fact was right in front of him, and he could not shake the sky.

"Haha, I'll take a step first, Huang Quan Road, I'll wait for you!"

The old man laughed madly, then narrowed his smile, and yelled, "Summon the ancestor with my soul!"

As the words fell, his soul burned, as did the remaining eight souls.

After a few breaths, the souls of the nine of them disappeared and they died completely.

However, the ancestor did not come immediately, but dropped a scarlet silkworm cocoon.

This made Ling Xian's face gloomy. From that cocoon, he felt a familiar breath, a breath of horror.

Everyone at the scene was discolored, especially the Eighth State Power, which was even more shocked.

Under their perception, a cocoon seems to conceive a demon in the cocoon. Once born, it will wash the world with blood!

This feeling made everyone repressed, unwilling, and helpless.

Even Lingxian couldn't break the blood curtain, how could the rest of them do it?

"Don't ... just wait like this?" One said tremblingly, full of fear.

This made everyone tremble and sighed.

Ling Xian also sighed softly.

No one wants to sit still, he doesn't even want to, but the current situation is to wait.

For a time, Qing Yunzhen fell into silence, the former joy disappeared, replaced by depression and fear.