Painting of the Nine Immortals

Yu Jingchen, one of the most famous people in the borderless continent, is not far behind, even if it is not unknown.

Therefore, his death shook the entire continent.

Especially after learning that he died in the First World War, the world was shocked.

What is fair battle?

It means one-to-one, both sides are in the same realm!

Under such circumstances, the unbelievable wickedness of Yuzu for thousands of years was actually killed. How incredible is this?

Everyone was shocked, and never dreamed that Yu Jingchen, who was destined to become the master of the borderless continent, was killed alone.

Especially the people of the Yu clan are even more unacceptable.

That is the strongest Tianjiao in the Yuzu for thousands of years. It is not an exaggeration to say that there is definitely a sanctification!

Such a terrifying existence, actually died in the fair battle, which makes the Yu people humiliate and angry.

After that, the hunting order spread throughout the borderless continent.

The Yu clan was furious, and ordered the clan as the master to kill Lingxian!

For a while, the word Xianling resounded across the borderless continent.

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Ghost continent, east of the borderless continent.

Although it borders the borderless continent, there are natural barriers that ordinary people cannot pass through.

However, Ling Xian is not an ordinary person. Today, he is already an extraordinary person, enough to overlook the world's 90% of the souls.

Therefore, he easily broke the barrier and stood on the land of the Netherland.

"Hopefully, don't meet gloomy ..."

Ling Xian whispered that he had destroyed the gloomy plan several times, and it was endless.

If he encounters gloom here, he will surely die, even if he is shocked.

"The ancestors never appeared easily, and the chances of encountering them were very small. Don't worry."

Ling Xian smiled and looked around.

I saw that it was a jungle like an abyss. Whether it was trees or flowers, it was extremely dark, weird and terrible.

"Venomous ..."

Ling Xianxing's eyes narrowed and she saw that everything here, even if it was just a weed, contained toxins.

Moreover, the toxins are terrible, and even the seventh-level monk is difficult to resist.

"Good poisonous, you can collect a little."

Ling Xian chuckled, then squatted down and collected the venom in the flowers.

If anyone saw this, he would think he was crazy.

Although this place is not a forbidden place, it is also so famous that ordinary people dare not even step on it, let alone collect venom.

But in Lingxian's eyes, this place is nothing.

Not to mention that he possesses the real fire that controls the world's poison, even if he does not have it, his extraordinary strength alone is enough to resist.

Therefore, Ling Xian calmly, while walking forward, while collecting venom along the way.

Two hours later, he walked out of the poisonous forest and saw a magnificent ancient city.

"Good luck." Ling Xian smiled slightly.

Having a city means that someone, and someone, can know the specific location of the fallen fairy cave.

"Hopefully, this trip didn't come in vain."

Murmuring to himself, Ling Xian did not immediately enter the city, but refined the venom she had collected.

This poison is terrible, even if it is only a drop, it is enough to poison the monk in the seventh realm. If it is refined and integrated, it will not be difficult to poison the eighth strongman.

Therefore, Ling Xian diligently refined, and after half an hour, a drop of dark poisonous water appeared on his palm.

It seems harmless, but it is extremely toxic. Even the strongest in the eighth state will be poisoned without precaution.

"Yes, there is another powerful tool."

Ling Xian chuckled, put the venom into a storage bag, and then stepped into the ancient city.

I saw that the city was extremely lively, and the flow of people was constantly flowing. Everyone's face was filled with happy smiles.

The smile originated from the lungs and was extremely contagious. Even the most wicked and the wicked, they felt warm.

However, Ling Xian frowned.

This smile is real, but illogical.

No matter how happy there are in the world, there are so many painful things. It is impossible for everyone to feel happy unless they are living in a dream.

At present, Ling Xianmei's heart glowed, and she explored everything in the city with her soul.

After a moment, he confirmed his guess.

Except for the fact that this city and himself are true, everything else is an illusion created by a special method.

To put it plainly, this is a fantasy.

"When you first arrived in the Ghost Continent, you fell into a fantasy world, which was unlucky."

Ling Xian, helpless, continued to explore with the soul, trying to find a way to break through the realm.

Illusions cannot be broken with brute force or certain conditions are met before they can leave, otherwise they can only sink into the illusion forever.

For example, Ling Xian encountered the first fantasy, hurried for hundreds of years.

In that illusion, he forgot about the Nine Immortals and Forgotten Sky. The way to break through the country is to think of these.

"My memory has not been erased. I want to come, it is similar to the second illusion, and I need to accomplish a specific thing."

Ling Xian's eyebrows frowned, remembering the second illusion encountered.

In that illusion, his identity was one of the first five immortals, Xuanhuang Zhenxian, or Xuanhuang Xiandi.

The task he had to accomplish was to kill the traitor Aotian Xiandi.

At that time, he and the Soviet Union, Yanliu, who was the Emperor of the Dragon Emperor, killed the proud Emperor and finally got out of that illusion.

Therefore, Ling Xian guessed that this fantasy also needs to complete specific tasks.

"If I hadn't encountered this illusion, I would have forgotten that the leader of that illusion would owe me a good fortune."

Ling Xian smiled slightly, then frowned, thinking about how to break through.

It's a pity that after thinking about it, there is no clue.

He has not been assigned an identity and does not even know his mission. How can he get out of the illusion?

"A headache."

Ling Xian felt helpless and sighed, "Well, take one step and count one step, it will never sink forever."

After that, he took a big step and walked forward.

But only two steps later, Ling Xian stopped.

Because, four men and one woman stepped over the city gate and appeared in his sight.

The five people dress similarly, the only difference is the pattern on the chest.

Men are engraved with silver, while women are gold. Obviously, her identity is above men.

So is strength.

She is the peak monk of the seventh realm, and the four men are all in the middle of the seventh realm.

"Master, this place is as rumored as it is a false illusion."

A man speaks, his eyes are bright, and he obviously has special abilities.

"Exactly, the purpose of our trip is to break the illusion and do great harm to the world." A young man laughed without thinking of the illusion.

This sighed Ling Xian and said, "Several people, this illusion can not be easily broken."

"Are you a living person?"

The woman raised her eyebrows. The flowers and the moon she gave birth to, and the beauty of the country, was a rare beauty.

"Like you, I just came in shortly."

Ling Xian nodded gently, and said, "For the sake of the same fallen people, I remind you, be careful, this illusion is very dangerous."

"Haha, you look down on us too much, imaginary, what is it for the master sister?"

The youth laughed and flattered the woman with no traces while elevating herself.

"Both are so, when I didn't say."

Ling Xian laughed so badly that he didn't even get out of this illusion. A few monks in the seventh realm dare to say that they are broken?