Painting of the Nine Immortals

In an instant, January time had slipped away.

In the cave, Ling Xian, who was sitting on a futon, opened her eyes suddenly, shot two gods, and penetrated the void.

Those eyes were as dazzling as the stars and as sharp as a sword, with a great coercion that made people dare not look straight.

After a month of hard work, Ling Xian's practice has improved a little, and her state of mind has also improved. However, these can only be regarded as small gains. His biggest gain is the inheritance of killing Jianfeng.

This method pays attention to one-shot death, relentless shot, and very powerful attack. In contrast, cultivation is also very difficult. Ordinary people do not have to practice hard to reach the level of Xiaocheng without three or five years of hard work.

After all, converting all the mana in the body into sword energy requires a lot of pain, and those who are not big perseverance cannot be cultivated.

But for Ling Xian, a man of extraordinary perseverance and perseverance, a few months have been enough. In other words, he has converted his mana into sword energy and cultivated into Xiaocheng's realm.

"Legend of killing Jianfeng ... try to see the power." Ling Xian smiled at the corner of her mouth, a thought moved, and a nearly transparent mana sword emerged.

The sword is as thin as a cicada's wing, and when it appears, it sends out Sen Leng's intention to kill, and then under his control, it screams towards the dodge forward.

brush!

Jianman whistled, carrying sharp and mighty power, and instantly penetrated the mountain wall, leaving a small hole.

You know, this cave mansion is built by a very solid strange stone. This sword can pierce it in an instant, showing that it is very powerful.

However, seeing this scene, Ling Xian was not satisfied, and of course, he was not disappointed.

"The power is really good, but unfortunately, it is not available for the time being."

Muttering, Ling Xian shook her head gently. This killing of Jianfeng's heritage is indeed good, but he has Xeon Tianyan and the world, which one has no such power?

Not to mention the majestic peace and determination of Xianquan.

Therefore, Ling Xian was not satisfied and disappointed. After all, this method is only cultivated to a small state, and only this power is expected, but it can be seen that this method has quite good potential.

Presumably when he cultivates to Dacheng, he will give him a nice surprise.

"Although it will not be used for the time being, but when this method is completed, it must be very powerful."

Ling Xian smiled, thinking that today is the day to go to the Immortal Hall. Star eyes could not help but flash a little expectation, and murmured: "It is time to leave, I would like to see how powerful those rumored races are. "

After that, he took a big step and slowly walked out of Dongfu.

It's time, he should leave.

Go to the mysterious ancient land and face the powerful enemies of all races!

...

When Ling Xian walked out of Dongfu, there were already three figures at the gate of Wan Jianzong Mountain, waiting here early.

One of them was wearing a white robe, with a crown-like jade, as if he was a fairy. Especially against the background of a touch of golden light, it is extraordinary and refined.

It is Tao Wuji.

I have to say that the demeanor of this lord is too dazzling, covering up the light of the other two people. As if here, he was the only one left and could not see the other two.

In fact, the two people's style is not bad, after all, they are also the young generation's strong-danzi period. Where can the style be worse?

It's just worse than Dao Wou-ki.

Those two were a man and a woman. The man has a strong body and dark skin, and standing there looks like an iron tower, giving a full pressure.

The woman is exquisite, with a petite figure, especially standing next to a tall, strong man, she is even more petite and cute, like a child who has not grown up.

Both of them were Xiu Dan's mid-term cultivation. The man's name was Wang Yang and the woman's name was Lin Ying.

Before Ling Xian did not show up, the two of them were always the strongest of the young generation of Wan Jianzong, their strength and qualifications were good, and they looked very young.

But in fact, the two are over thirty years old. After all, the monk cannot judge his appearance by appearance.

Like Dao Wou-ki, it ’s five hundred years old to say less, but what about appearance? It still looks like a young man in his twenties, leaving no trace of his years.

"This time the Immortal Hall is open. You and the two are dominated by treasure. You can fight and fight, you cannot fight decisively and retreat.

Dao Wou-Ki suddenly opened his mouth and said in full color: "After all, the strength of your two is inferior to most Tianjiao, let alone facing those foreign wizards."

"The lord is assured, we understand."

The two spoke in unison, and there was no dissatisfaction on their faces. They are also very clear that, compared with the top ten arrogances of the ten dynasties, they are inferior to themselves, and naturally they will not be dissatisfied.

"As long as you know."

Dao Wou-ki nodded gently, admonishing: "Yes, you two should listen to Ling Xian, if you can leave him, try not to leave."

"Yes, Sovereign." Both were Zheng Jianjian heads, saying that they would certainly listen to Ling Xian.

At the time Lin Tian came to challenge, both of them were defeated, but Ling Xian defeated him with one punch. Coupled with his past fierce records, he naturally conquered them.

However, after seeing Ling Xian haven't come for a long time, Lin Ying also complained a little, muttering: "The shelf is really big, it has waited for him for half an hour, but he hasn't come."

"This ..." Wang Yang scratched his head without answering.

"Don't mumble, I'm waiting here. What can't you wait for?" Dao Wou-Ki waved his hand and motioned to Lin Ying to shut up.

Seeing this, the petite woman poked her mouth and mumbled, "Cut, what's not to say? It's his fault, my girl hates men who are not punctual."

The voice fell, and a clear laugh came from afar.

"The girl is right, it's late."

The next moment, a figure of white robe suddenly appeared in front of everyone, as if the Supreme Immortal was in the dust, transcendent to the things, and above all beings.

When he appeared, he seemed to be the only one in the world. Not only did they depress the demeanor of those two people, but even the extremely peerless demeanor of Tao, it was also plundered by him in half, which meant that it was equally divided.

Falling in the eyes of Wang Yang and Lin Ying, it seems that this world is cut into two halves, half of which belongs to the endless Promise of Prosperity, and half belongs to Lingxian who is famous in Yunzhou.

Such a peerless style is really good, few people can compare with it.

"You came."

With a slight smile, Tao Wou-ki's eyes flashed a strange color. Not because of the peerless style of the person in front of him, but under his perception, Lingxian in front of him is like a peerless magic sword.

Although there is no sharp edge, but it gives people the feeling that once it is out of the sheath, it will surely kill Kyushu and kill the best!

With this temperament, Dao Wou-chi frowned slightly, and suddenly thought of something: "You are ... have you cultivated sword killing to Xiaocheng?"

"Yes, the vision of the suzerain is really good."

Facing Dao Wou-ki's inquiring gaze, Ling Xian smiled slightly, and did not think it was a big deal.

But as soon as the words fell, the three of them were speechless, all looking at Ling Xian with the same eyes as monsters.