Painting of the Nine Immortals

In the banquet living room, Ling Xian closed her eyes and waited for the evening.

The man is dead. The fierce tribe is a piece of loose sand and cannot be Qing Wan's opponent.

Therefore, Ling Xian was not worried at all.

Half an hour later, Qingyin returned with a mountain of spirits.

The reason why it is said to be a spirit, not a treasure, is because it is too ordinary in Lingxian's eyes and has no value at all.

"Master, I have ransacked the treasures of the Muraksha Tribe." Qing Wan's little face flushed, it was difficult to hide the excitement.

For her, every spirit here is a treasure, and naturally she is excited.

"It's a good job, people from the Fearful Tribe, what are you going to do?"

Ling Xian smiled lightly and said, "If you want to earn your Majesty, I can pass you a kind of restraint, and you can control their life and death with a single thought."

"No need, I can't stay in Wuqing Tribe all my life, nor can they have no ambition. Once I leave, these people are trouble."

Qing Wan shook her head. After knowing Ling Xian, her vision was widened too much. How could she be willing to stay in the Qianshan jungle?

"makes sense."

Ling Xian chuckled, glanced at the mountain-like spirits, and said, "With these spiritual resources, Wuqing tribe is able to give birth to several fourth-level monks."

"Master, don't you pick some? It doesn't matter if you take it all away." Qing Wan laughed.

"No, leave it to Wuqing Tribe."

Ling Xian waved his hand with a smile. In his eyes, these spirits are worthless. What's the use?

"Then let's go, the tribe must be waiting for us." There was a glimmer of expectation in Qing Wan Mei's eyes.

"You go back, I should leave." Ling Xian whispered softly.

"Leave ..." Qing Wan froze, her eyes dimmed a bit.

Although Ling Xian had long been expected not to stay long, when this day came, she still felt uncomfortable.

"By staying on, the bones are going to rust." Ling Xian smiled slightly. He was not here for sightseeing and rest.

"Can ... bring me?" Qing Wan whispered, expressing some hope.

"No, follow me, it's too dangerous."

Ling Xian shook her head. Although the tone was light, it was unquestionable.

This made Qing Wan's eyes dim, and he whispered, "That ... then take care of you."

"Do not worry."

Ling Xian rubbed Qingye's little head and smiled softly, "Leave, remember to practice well. The next time you meet, if the repair is not progress, you will be expelled from the division."

Talking, he rose up and left chicly.

"Want to kick me out of the house and dream, I'm up to you."

Qing Wan made a face, but Ling Xian didn't see it.

After leaving the fierce tribe, he went eastward and walked aimlessly.

For Ling Xian, foreign land is a completely strange place, and his several purposes have no clear clues.

Therefore, he walked aimlessly, like a traveler with the purpose of traveling in mountains and rivers.

Gradually, Ling Xian roughly understood the customs and customs of the exotic land, and found that there was not much difference from his side.

People are all the same people, demons, are all the same demons.

Of course, there are races that Ling Xian has never seen before, mysterious and powerful.

This made him wonder, if there are two universes, why are there so many similarities?

If Lingxian is not sure that this is a foreign land, I'm afraid they will doubt whether they are still in the universe.

"Most races are exactly the same. They should have lived together peacefully. Why not die?"

Ling Xian sighed softly. If the races are different, the invasion is also reasonable, but it is clearly the same source, why should we start a war?

"I don't want to, one day, the fog will completely disappear."

Ling Xian sighed, stopped worrying about it, and walked aimlessly.

But when he came to a white misty mountain range, he stopped.

Because the mountains are like dormant archaic beasts, they release an extremely terrifying atmosphere, even if they are as strong as him, they are a little shuddering.

This feeling has not been experienced by Ling Xian for a long time, therefore, his expression was dignified.

Immediately, his eyebrow glowed, and he wanted to find out with his soul.

As a result, they were severely hit.

It was like being hit by Kaitianshen hammer, Lingxian coughed up blood, and backed up again and again.

This power is too strong, like the sacred ancestor's shot, with the ability to push for nine days. However, after Lingxian was severely injured, this power fell into silence, as if it never appeared.

"Good power, what's in it ..."

Ling Xianxing's eyes narrowed, and her heart was lingering.

He was sure that if he entered the mountains by himself, he would be destroyed.

"I don't know the heavenly and high-eyed little devil, can you enter the Holy Mountain?"

A slightly ironic voice sounded, and then a sacred chariot emerged, engulfing the world in all directions.

It is full of rhymes, and the sky is full of gods, like a ancestor's car, which is extraordinary.

A seductive man leaned lazily on the chariot, and four beautiful maids served in front of him, coupled with the sacred chariot, the feeling of the big man came.

"San Luo Shan ..."

Ling Xian ignored the person's sarcasm and didn't care about the person's grandeur. His attention was attracted by the three words of Sheng Luo Shan.

"If the holy word refers to the holy ancestor, then this mountain ... is terrible."

Ling Xianxing's eyes narrowed, Shengluoshengluo, didn't he mean that even the ancestors would fall?

"Although stupid, but the ability to resist the fall of the Holy Mountain is good."

The evil charm man smiled slightly and said, "Are you interested in being my general?"

"Not interested." Ling Xian said lightly.

"Bold!"

A niece rebuked and said, "My host invited me personally, would you dare to refuse it?"

"That's right, it's a blessing that you've cultivated for thousands of years." Said another maid.

"These two sentences are in line with your niece's identity. Only slaves will feel that it is an honor to recognize others as masters." Ling Xian glanced at the two women lightly.

"you wanna die!"

The two women had a cold eyebrow, and the momentum was revealed. They were both early monks in the seventh stage.

You know, they are men and daughters-in-law, and even slaves have such practices, but you can imagine how men are men.

"interesting."

The evil charm man smiled and said, "I admire those who are proud, but I prefer to break the proud."

"You don't have this ability."

Ling Xian's expression was calm. He knew that the man was the strongest in the eighth state, and it was not the usual eighth state, but he was not a soft persimmon.

A man can defeat him, but he cannot kill him, nor can he catch him.

"You said that, I want to try it." The evil charm man smiled playfully.

"random."

Ling Xian's expression was still calm, so that the appearance of cloudiness and light wind made the evil man look cold.

"Papapa."

A burst of applause sounded like admiration and scorn.

Immediately, another sacred chariot emerged, the blue dragon circled, and the real phoenixes fluttered, although they were all ghost images, but they also released a mighty power.

There was a heroic man sitting on the chariot. Although he did not have a crown and dragon robe, he was like an emperor of heaven, and he came to heaven and earth for nine days.

He glanced at the evil man and smiled, "Xuan Xuan, it's been a long time."