Painting of the Nine Immortals Chapter 1746: Holy Fall Mountain

In the banquet room, Ling Xian closed his eyes and rested, waiting for the sunny evening.

The man is dead, and the Fierce Brawl tribe is just a mess of sand, and it cannot be Qingwan's opponent.

So Ling Xian was not worried at all.

Half an hour later, I returned in the evening with a mountain of spiritual things.

The reason why it is said to be a spiritual thing, not a treasure, is because it is too ordinary in the eyes of Ling Xian and has no value at all.

"Master, I have ransacked all the treasures of the Fierce Demon Tribe." Qingwan blushed, unable to conceal her excitement.

For her, every spiritual thing here is a treasure, so she is naturally excited.

"Good job, people from the Shaosha tribe, how do you plan to arrange it?"

Ling Xian smiled faintly and said: "If you want to earn your subordinates, I can teach you a kind of prohibition, and you can control their life and death with a single thought."

"No, I can't stay in Wuqing tribe all my life, and they can't have two hearts. Once I leave, these people will be troublesome."

Qingwan shook her head. After meeting Ling Xian, her vision has broadened so much, how could she be willing to stay in the jungle of Qianshan Mountain?

"That said."

Ling Xian chuckled lightly, glanced at the mountain of spiritual relics, and said: "With these cultivation resources, it is enough for the Wuqing tribe to give birth to several fourth-level monks."

"Doesn't the master pick some? It doesn't matter if you take them all." Qingwan smiled.

"No, leave it to the Wuqing tribe."

Ling Xian smiled and waved his hand. In his eyes, these spiritual relics were worthless, so what's the use?

"Let's go, then, the clansmen must be waiting for us." There was a glimmer of expectation in Qingwan's beautiful eyes.

"Go back, I should leave." Ling Xian whispered.

"Leaving..." Qingwan was stunned, her eyes dimmed a bit.

Although she had expected that Ling Xian would not stay for long, she still felt uncomfortable when this day came.

"Stay longer, the bones will rust." Ling Xian smiled faintly. He wasn't here for sightseeing and rest, he had business to do.

"Can you...take me?" Qingwan said in a low voice, showing some hope.

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

Ling Xian shook his head, although his tone was light, but it was beyond doubt.

This made Qingwan's eyes dim, and she whispered: "Then...then take care."

"Don't worry."

Ling Xian rubbed Qingwan’s little head and smiled lightly: "Go, remember to practice well, next time you meet, if your cultivation level does not progress, you will be expelled from the division."

Speaking, he stood up and left freely.

"Want to drive me out of the teacher's door, dream, I'll depend on you."

Qingwan made a grimace, but it was a pity that Ling Xian didn't see it.

After leaving the Shaosha tribe, he walked all the way to the east, aimlessly.

For Ling Xian, Foreign Land is a completely unfamiliar place, and there are no clear clues about his several goals.

Therefore, he walked aimlessly, like a traveler whose purpose is to travel around the mountains and rivers, no matter where he goes.

Gradually, Ling Xian got a general understanding of the customs of the foreign land, and found that it was not much different from his world.

People are the same people, demon, and they are all the same demon.

Of course, there are also races that Lingxian has never seen before, mysterious and powerful.

This gave him a question, if there are two universes, why are there so many similarities?

If Ling Xian is not sure that this is a foreign land, I am afraid he will doubt if he is still in the universe.

"Most races are exactly the same. They should live together peacefully, so why not die?"

Ling Xian sighed softly. If the races are different, the invasion is reasonable, but it is obviously from the same origin, why should we go to war?

"No more, one day, the fog will completely dissipate."

Ling Xian sighed, stopped worrying about this, and continued walking aimlessly.

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

Just because the mountains are like dormant Primordial Beasts, releasing extremely terrifying auras, even if they are as powerful as him, they shudder a bit.

Ling Xian hasn't experienced this kind of feeling for a long time, so his expression became solemn.

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

As a result, he was hit hard.

Ling Xian coughed up blood as if being hit by an open sky hammer, backing back again and again.

This force is too strong, like a holy ancestor's shot, with the ability to push for nine days. However, after severely wounding Ling Xian, this power fell silent, as if it had never appeared before.

"What a powerful force, what's in it..."

Ling Xianxing's eyes narrowed, his heart lingering.

He is sure that if he enters the mountains himself, he will definitely be destroyed.

"I don't know how high the sky is, the little devil, can you also enter the Holy Fall Mountain?"

A slightly ironic voice sounded, and then a sacred chariot emerged, swallowing the world with anger.

Its rhyme and rhyme are flowing, and the sky is full of gods, like a holy ancestor's car, it is extraordinary.

A wicked man leaned lazily on the chariot, four glamorous maidservants bowed their heads to serve, and coupled with the sacred chariot, the feeling of a big man rushed to his face.

"Holy Fall Mountain..."

Ling Xian ignored this person's sarcasm, and didn't care about this person's dignity. His attention was all attracted by the three words Shengluoshan.

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

Ling Xianxing's eyes narrowed, and the Holy Fall, the Holy Fall, does it mean that even the Holy Ancestor will fall?

"Although it's a bit stupid, it's good to be able to resist the attack of the Holy Fall."

The evil man smiled faintly, and said: "Are you interested in being my champion?"

"Not interested." Ling Xian said lightly.

"Bold!"

A maid scolded and said: "My master personally invited you, do you dare to refuse?"

"Yes, it is a blessing that you have cultivated for thousands of years to be seen by my master." Another maid said.

"These two sentences are in line with the status of your maidservants, and only servants will feel that it is an honor to recognize people as the master." Ling Xian glanced at the two women faintly.

"You are looking for death!"

The two females had cold eyebrows, and their aura revealed that they were both monks at the beginning of the seventh stage.

You must know that they are maidservants, and even servants have such cultivation skills. One can imagine how men are.

"Interesting."

The evil man smiled and said: "I admire the proud, but I prefer to break the proud."

"You are not capable of this."

Ling Xian looks calm~IndoMTL.com~ He knows that a man is a strong man in the eighth level, and he is not an ordinary eighth, but he is not a soft persimmon either.

A man can defeat him, but he can't kill him or capture him.

"You said that, I would like to try it." The evil man smiled playfully.

"Whatever."

Ling Xian's expression is still calm, and the calm and breezy appearance makes the evil and charming man look cold.

"Happiness."

A burst of applause suddenly sounded, like admiration, like ridicule.

Immediately, another sacred chariot emerged, the blue dragon circled, and the true phoenix danced. Although they were all phantoms, they also released a shocking power.

On the chariot sits a heroic man. Although he does not have a crown and dragon robe, he is like the emperor and the emperor.

He glanced at the evil man and smiled: "Xie Xuan, long time no see."