Painting of the Nine Immortals Chapter 1620: Add us
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On the Long Street, Wen's shops are rising from the ground, and the sky is full of patterns, and the power is endless.
That kind of power not only shook the entire Kistler Square, but also changed everyone's color.
Ling Xian was also a little moved.
This treasure is very strong. It not only possesses several divine formations, but also possesses powerful powers. Complementing each other, it is even more powerful.
However, he has no fear.
If he is only the six extreme realms, he is probably no match for this treasure, but he is already the seven extreme realms, this treasure is naturally not a threat.
Therefore, Ling Xian's expression remained unchanged, and he said lightly: "Do you really want to do it?"
"No."
The middle-aged man stared at Ling Xian coldly and said: "I want to send you on the road."
"You look up to yourself."
Ling Xian said lightly, "Although this treasure is strong, it is not enough to smooth the gap between you and me."
"Enough."
The middle-aged man glanced at Ling Xian contemptuously, and said: "Unless you are in the seven extreme realms, you will definitely die."
Ling Xian smiled upon hearing this.
Unfortunately, he is really the seven extremes.
"Well, if you want to do it, I will accompany you on two tricks."
With a faint smile, Ling Xian raised his hand and blasted out, shaking the sky with divine might.
"Hmph, suppress it!"
The middle-aged man sneered, and the literary shop turned into a hundred meters in size, like Qingtian Shenyue, which was strongly suppressed.
Boom!
Void Shattered, both the shop and the monks used defensive methods to avoid being affected by this blow.
However, there are still many people churning with blood from the aftermath.
No way, this treasure is too powerful and ordinary monks can hardly resist even the aftermath.
"Offensive and defensive, this treasure is good, but unfortunately, you can't exert its power."
Ling Xian smiled, holding the sky with one hand, blocking the Wen's shop.
Even if it is heavy as a mountain, it can't bend his waist, and it can even be said that it doesn't blush or breathe.
This scene stunned everyone present, all of them stared wide, and felt shocked in their hearts.
Especially middle-aged men, they are even more shocked.
He knows the power of this treasure very well, even if he is a monk who is two small realms above himself, he can't resist it. However, Ling Xian easily took him to the moment, which proved that he was the addition of the seven extreme realms!
"Impossible, how can you reach the seven extremes?!"
The middle-aged man yelled, he couldn't believe it, or rather, he didn't want to believe it.
Seven extremes!
These evildoers, even if you look at the entire Big Dipper, there are only a few people. Without exception, they are all amazing talents and have the potential to become the supreme!
"Why is it impossible?"
Ling Xian smiled faintly and said: "I advised you not to do anything with me, but you would not listen."
Hearing this, the middle-aged man was silent, and everyone was silent.
In the beginning, they were not optimistic about Lingxian, but the fact was that they were undoubtedly slapped, so naturally there was nothing to say.
"The farce, it's time to end."
Ling Xian constricted to smile, raised his hand and threw the Wenjia shop out, breaking into the void, causing the middle-aged man to cough up blood.
This made him feel humiliated and roared: "Damn boy, die to me!"
When the voice fell, he frantically urged the Wenjia shop, a series of patterns lit up, strangling Lingxian.
"Insult yourself."
Surrounded by endless array patterns, Ling Xian's expression is calm, without the slightest movement.
He is a great master of the formation, and he uses the formation to deal with him. What is it that he is not insulting himself? It is no exaggeration to say that even if looking at the eternal world, there are very few formations that can threaten him.
There are a few divine formations, and they don't even have the qualifications to make him face it.
Therefore, Ling Xian just waved his hand at random, and several divine formations shattered.
Of course, not all disappear, but the broken point is the key, enough to make it lose its power.
"This..."
Looking at the disappearing pattern, the middle-aged man was in horror, and everyone present was shocked.
It's so incredible, even the eighth-level old monsters must be shocked.
"Do you really think I dare not kill you? If you dare to shoot, I will send you on the road."
Ling Xian glanced at the man faintly, and raised his hand to blast the Wenjia shop in half as a sign of punishment.
"You...I am the elder of the Wen family, dare you to kill me, the Wen family will not let you go!"
The middle-aged man threatened, but his words made Ling Xian feel ridiculous.
He even killed the strongest descendant of the Wen family, how would he care about an elder?
"If you don't kill you, will the Wen family let me go?"
Ling Xian shook his head with a smile, and said, "Shut your mouth, be honest, I might save you a life."
Hearing this, the middle-aged man shut up obediently, even if he was angry, he didn't dare to be presumptuous anymore.
He finally realized how ridiculous his threat was. If Ling Xian really feared the Wen family, he would not kill Wen Longyuan.
"I will not kill you. I will go back and tell the lord of the Wen family that Wen Longyuan's death is entirely his own responsibility."
"Of course, if your literary family were to be counted on me, I would not be afraid."
"However, your literary family's best to have a psychological preparation, preparation for destruction."
Ling Xian spoke lightly, not coldly or threateningly, but he utterly punishes the heart, making everyone feel chilly.
"Arrogant!"
A stern shout suddenly sounded, like thunder, making everyone pale and qi and blood churning.
Ling Xian is also somewhat uncomfortable.
He looked up at the sky, and saw an old man in a golden robe cut through the sky, like the emperor's arrival, majestic nine days, disregarding the eight wilderness.
That's the aura of the eighth realm of great power, and when it appeared, everyone was frightened.
"Ancestor!"
The middle-aged man was overjoyed and he immediately gained support. Not only did his waist straighten~IndoMTL.com~The fear Ling Xian brought to him was also wiped out.
"The ancestor of the Wen family..."
Ling Xian narrowed his eyes, moving but fearless.
This person is only in the middle of the eighth stage, and cannot be an opponent of the Golden Battle Armor. Naturally, he will not be afraid of him.
"Young man, you are crazy."
The old man in Jinpao cast a sideways glance at Ling Xian, showing his killing intent and his sharp edge.
"Inaccurate words, it should be self-confidence."
Ling Xian smiled lightly. He was just telling a fact, which had nothing to do with arrogance.
"What a self-confidence, so you think you can destroy my literary family?"
The old man in Jinpao's face was as sinking as water, and his killing intent was icy, causing everyone to shudder.
"I dare not say the destruction, but the vitality is severely injured."
Ling Xian grabbed a smile. He knew that the literary family was very strong and a well-deserved first-class power, but he was not a soft persimmon that anyone could handle.
Even writers have to pay a huge price.
"Hahaha, ridiculous."
The old man in the golden robe laughed presumptuously and said, "A seventh-level monk is worthy to say this too?"
Ling Xian smiled upon hearing this.
However, he didn't say anything yet, but suddenly there was a cold drink from the horizon.
"He is not worthy, what about us?"
The voice fell, and several figures fell from the sky. The leader was a dignified woman.
It is on the Star Boat, who once invited Ling Xian's Mo elders.
Behind her, four men followed, all heroic and extravagant.
These people are all ship passengers on the Star Boat, either an elder or the head of a family. In short, without exception, they are all distinguished figures.
At this moment, they unscrupulously released their aura, and also exuded coldness, making everyone sluggish.
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