Painting of the Nine Immortals

The sun hangs high and blooms endlessly.

Shenzhouzhou speeded in midair and headed north.

This boat is not big or small, and there are three independent rooms in the cabin. Lingxian meditates in one of the rooms.

Just now, Situ Nan had informed him of the general situation of Zang Jianfeng, and then he returned to his house, waiting for the boat to reach his destination.

"Zang Jianfeng ..." Ling Xian frowned. According to Situ Nan, this peak is the only neutral faction in the Wanjian Twelve Peaks. It does not belong to any faction of the Wanjian Sect and is scattered among the Wanjian Sect. outer.

The Tibetan Jianfeng has very few people, and the owner is often closed. It is rarely seen on weekdays. Therefore, Tibetan Jianfeng has no intrigue and is guileless. It is indeed more suitable for him who is not interested in power and only pursues the road.

Therefore, Ling Xian was carefully considering whether he should choose to join the Tibetan sword peak, but he always felt that things were not so simple. There were rivers and lakes where there were people, and there were disputes where there were rivers and lakes. Therefore, he could not fully believe in Situ South words.

"Forget it, I think it's still far away now, wait for Wan Jianzong to consider it again." Ling Xian shook her head, then closed her eyes, immersed in her mind, and began to practice as if the old monk was settled.

Wisps of pure aura emerged from the void, all pouring into his body, scouring the internal organs and strange veins.

His cultivation has broken through to the perfection of the gas refining period, and it is only half a step away from the construction of the foundation. Only this half step takes a long time to arrive.

Of course, if Ling Xianken takes Zhugedan, he can successfully break through to the foundation period within one day. However, he will not take Zhujidan unless it is a 10% medicinal effect and the perfect Zhujidan without half a toxin. Otherwise, he will only slowly cultivate with his own efforts and make a breakthrough.

I would rather spend a little more time than take Chikidan, because any kind of Lingtan has more or less toxins as long as it has not achieved a ten percent effect. This toxin will erode the monks themselves. Most No genius would choose this method.

Ling Xian is the same. He can take elixir in the usual time, but at this critical moment of breaking through the realm, he will never allow a trace of toxins to enter his body.

Time goes by bit by bit.

Every day, two days have passed.

The Shenzhou boat flew faster and faster, passed over mountains and rivers, and only needed to fly for another day to reach Wan Jianzong.

"call……"

Ling Xian opened her eyes suddenly, and a swift glance passed quickly from his eyes. He slowly got up, his black robe dancing without the wind.

Clenching his hands into fists, Ling Xian felt a significant increase in her body's mana, but her frown frowned, and she said to herself, "I have been practicing for two days without sleep, and my body's mana has only increased a little. In this case, I'm afraid to practice for half a year In order to break through to the foundation period. "

If it is heard by others, he is not satisfied with the speed of cultivation today, I am afraid that he will vomit blood for three liters and yell at Ling Xian for being in the blessing.

Half a year!

Without taking any elixir, it takes only half a year to break through the tenth layer of gas refining to the foundation period. This speed is already very fast. For practitioners, it is just a few clicks away.

Most monks who want to break through to the foundation period by their own efforts need to practice for decades.

"Fortunately, Gong Suoxin sent me a delicate green tree. With it, the time should be able to be reduced to four months." Ling Xian raised his mouth and took the delicate green tree out of the storage bag.

Suddenly, the blue light shone, soft and bright, and illuminated the entire room.

However, just as Ling Xian was about to urge Linglong Bishu to practice again, a sudden dizziness came from the sky.

"boom!"

There was a loud noise, and the sacred boat shook violently, like a winged giant peng bird, trembling, it seemed that it might fall at any time.

"Ha ha ha, Situ Nan, finally let me catch your order."

A burst of happy laughter rang through the clouds, Ling Xian frowned, and ran quickly to the deck. In the sky, two people were standing opposite each other, emitting a terrifying horror.

One was Situ Nan. His face was gloomy, suspended in mid-air, and looking at the opposite figure, an overbearing momentum slowly emerged.

And one was also an old man. He was childlike, with a pale complexion, wearing a bright red robe, exuding a trace of evil, and knew at a glance that this man was practicing the magic path.

"Strange red robes, you really have a haunting spirit." Situ Nan was aggressive.

"Haha, Situ Nan, I can wait for you so hard. I thought you would hide in Wan Jianzong all your life. I didn't expect that you would actually execute a gate in person. This is a godsend." There was a flash of killing in his eyes.

He has been enemies with Situ Nan for a long time, and always wanted to find him to kill him, but Situ Nan is the law enforcement elder of Wan Jianzong, with a high status and a strong backing, but the old man in red robe is a casual repairer without any Background, so no opportunity has been found.

But this time, Situ Nan's news of leaving Wan Jianzong was unexpectedly learned by him, so he traced all the way, and finally met Situ Nan in the wilderness.

"I have given you a chance at that time. Unfortunately, you do n’t know how to repent, and you make mistakes again and again. Since you encountered it today, let me personally end your traitor!" Situ Nan looked at the old man in red in the opposite, eyes in his eyes The chill grew stronger.

When mentioning the events of the year, the old man in the red robe suddenly became angry, and laughed sensibly: "Do you dare to mention the events of the year? Zongmen is unfair, what is wrong with me for betraying the martial arts?"

"Different stances and viewpoints are different. It's useless to say more. Do it." Situ Nan shook his head, too lazy to talk nonsense with him.

"Yes, it's no use to say such nonsense. It doesn't matter who was right or wrong at that time. What's important is that I live very well now, very happy, but you are going to die." The old man in the red robe looked cold. The surging mana surged out.

"I haven't seen it in twenty years. I really want to try how much you have, but I haven't met yet, I'm sure I will die, and you are still as arrogant as before."

A big roll of Situ Nan, the wind is magnificent!

A trace of chill permeated, quickly condensing into a hundred-zhang ice gun, like Changhong's continuous sun, tearing the void!

"I haven't seen it in twenty years, but your ice mana has improved a lot." The old man in the red robe freezes his eyes, but he has no fear, his hands are printed, and there is a thundercloud and an electric snake dance!

Lei Haitaotao, electro-optic bursts, like a serpentine dragon and snake, hovering over his head, when the ice gun flew in front of him, the thick thunder instantly split!

"Boom boom!"

Thunder came down, and Baizhang Binggun dissipated like a cloud of smoke.

The old man in red stepped forward, shrank into an inch, and immediately came to Situ Nan, and his right arm surrounded by the thunder burst out!

"Situ Nan, I haven't seen it in 20 years. It's not just you who have made great progress. As a gift for reunion, eat me a trick of Lei Guangquan!"

The fist wind roared, the majesty was magnificent, and the winding thunders went down and down, even the air was filled with a scorched smell.

"Your Rafa is indeed stronger, but Rafa alone is not my opponent." Situ Nan snorted and stretched his arms to draw a Taiji-like pattern. Suddenly, the void surfaced. An irresistible suction rushed out of a black hole!

Void lead!

One of the great magical powers of Wan Jianzong!

The powerful and unmatched suction power spread out, seeing that his fist was about to be dragged into a black hole by Sima Nan, the old man in red changed his face slightly, and roared in the sky!

"Roar……"

The long howling trembled, and the sound of the invisible sound waves rippled through the world. The square where the two were was suddenly dusty, and all tangible materials were shattered by this terrible roar!

Buddha lion roar!

The secret of Leiyin Temple!

Situ Nan's face changed, and he shrank into a huge magical power. He instantly stepped back a few hundred miles and looked at the old man in the red robe in front of him. He said, "Unexpectedly, you can actually learn the Lion Roar of Leiyin Temple."

"You are not bad. You are a descendant of Zang Jianfeng, but you use the magical power of Shen Jianfeng. It seems that you have been mixing well in Zongmen for a few years." The old man in a red smiled gloomily, a black sword out of thin air. Appeared on his left hand, slowly pulled a sword flower, he looked scornfully at Situ Nan, playing with taste: "I don't know, do you still recognize this sword?"

Suddenly, Situ Nan gloomed, and slowly squeezed a few words out of his teeth.

"One of the Seven Swords of Zhenfeng, Zangfeng, is evil."

"Ha ha ha, yes, it was the sword I stole that year. After more than 20 years, you didn't expect to see it again." The old man in red laughed wildly and laughed and shed tears. I don't know if it was crying because of joy, or because I remembered the unforgettable past.

"Did you come out with this sword, are you going to humiliate me?" Situ Nan was flushed with a flush, looking at the old man who laughed more than red robes, and really moved the fire.

That incident also left him with indelible pain. Therefore, when he saw the evil spirit of one of the seven swords in Zhenfeng, he was furious and angry, and vowed to kill the person in front of him.

"Yes, I can't wait to see what a wonderful expression on your face will be when the sword is inserted into your heart." The old man in red laughed, and the black sword pointed at Situ Nan, Senran Killing intentions locked him firmly.

"The evil sword is the sword of justice. In your hands, it really defiles its innocence." Situ Nan looked cold, and a blast of earth-shaking momentum burst out, breaking the clouds in the sky.

"Justice? Is there justice in this world?" The old man in red was taunting, his body flashed, and he immediately appeared in front of Situ Nan.

"Either the sword of justice or the sword of demons, it is the sword that kills you in my hands!"

A bit of coldness suddenly appeared, revealing the peerless murderous power, the evil evil sword draws out a eternal fairy light, tearing the void, just like opening the magic sword of heaven, sharp and unrivaled, unstoppable!

Situ Nan's pupils shrank, and a thick blue shield appeared from the mountain, blocking the sharp sword!

However, Xie Xiejian deserves to be one of the strongest seven swords in Zang Jianfeng, only for the first time, and his six-level defense weapon was cut by this sword!

"Haha, you have a good shield, but unfortunately it is difficult to stop the evil spirits." The old man in the red haha ​​smiled, ran his mana with a sword, and axe again!

As if Mount Tai fell, the meteorite fell, and the evil sword permeated Changhong, unstoppable!