Painting of the Nine Immortals Chapter 1973: Spiritual Star

Above the Lingfeng Peak, Luo Xin's teeth were itching from the hatred, but he was helpless. ≯One small ≥ say ＜＜﹤≤≦﹤≦≦≤≦≦≤≦＜

Ling Xian did not say that he only crossed one extreme realm, but she subconsciously believed that it was impossible for Ling Xian to cross two extreme realms together.

"I thought I had already overestimated you, but I didn't expect that I still underestimated you." Luo Xinjie took a deep look at Ling Xian.

The more extreme it is, the more difficult it is, let alone the more two together, it's incredible!

"It's just a coincidence."

Ling Xian smiled faintly. If he hadn't traveled to a foreign land, he wouldn't be able to get the original power of the two forbidden lands. If he didn't have Dragon Ball, he wouldn't be able to cross the two extreme realms so quickly.

"You are now qualified to attack the Son of God."

Luo Xinjie smiled charmingly and said: "It's the man I really like."

"Talking nonsense again." Ling Xian couldn't laugh or cry.

"Am I talking nonsense? The four saints, including me, have crossed the three extremes."

Luo Xin's smile remained undiminished, and said: "Now that you have crossed the three extremes, you naturally have the qualifications to attack the Son."

"I didn't mean this."

Ling Xian was helpless, he knew that he had the qualifications to attack the saint son, as long as he cultivated to the ninth level, he could become the fifth saint son of Chaos Academy.

Or, to pull a holy son off the altar.

"Is that the man I fancy?"

Luo Xinjie tucked the blue silk down to his forehead, and said: "What's wrong with this? A long time ago, I fell in love with you."

"Luo Xinjie, can you be a little serious?" Ling Xian had no choice.

"Am I not serious?" Luo Xinjie smiled charmingly and intriguingly.

"Very serious."

Ling Xian smiled and said: "If this is spread, your image of the iceberg fairy will collapse."

"Since you came to Chaos Academy, I have no image at all."

Luo Xinjie gave Ling Xian a glance and said: "Now, everyone thinks we have a leg, and if you don't want to be a guilty man, just obediently follow me."

"One leg..."

Ling Xian was full of black lines and said: "Luo Xinjie, please pay attention to the wording."

"Why, doesn't it sound good?"

Luo Xin pouted her lips and said: "A pair is made in heaven, but is it different from having a leg?"

"The question is, who has a leg with you."

Ling Xian said helplessly, viciously: "I warned you for the last time, pay attention to the wording, otherwise, don't blame me for being polite."

"I want to be a bearer so soon."

Luo Xinjie’s pretty face is sad, and she wants to weep: "The slave is so sad, the guilty man, are you serious about not wanting to be a slave?"

Speaking, she took out a printed handkerchief from nowhere, and quietly wiped her tears.

The pity and sadness of that look is really pitiful.

But when Ling Xian saw it, they had one head and two big ones.

At the moment, he sighed helplessly: "Forget I am afraid of you, and I don't know what evil I did in my previous life. I met you in this life like a fairy."

"How can the slave house be a fairy?"

Luo Xinjie sobbed softly, really sad for those who heard it, and tears for those who saw it.

If this were seen by her group of admirers, they would have the heart to kill Ling Xian if they wanted to come.

"Okay, don't install it."

Ling Xian sighed and said: "Forget it I'm afraid of you. From now on, do whatever you want to say."

"Really?" Luo Xinjie pursed his lips and suddenly disappeared.

"Really." Ling Xian was completely helpless, facing such a master Luo Xinjie, he had nothing to do with him.

"I just like to see your helpless look." Luo Xinjie smiled slightly, Bai Hua turned pale, and dumped all beings.

"It's up to you."

Ling Xian was much lazy and said, "Leave, I want to practice."

"You are going to drive me away?"

Luo Xinjie smiled charmingly, and said: "I won't go, if I have the patience, you blast me out."

"You waited for me to cultivate to the ninth level." Ling Xian glared at Luo Xinjie.

"Okay, I'm waiting for you to cultivate to the ninth level, to promote your husband's outline." Luo Xinjie pursed his lips and left lightly.

"Fairy."

Ling at the peerless shadow drifting away, Ling Xian shook his head and smiled bitterly, then walked into the cave, waiting for the appointment with the old man.

A month and a half later, he left the cave and went straight to the old man’s spiritual peak.

At this moment, the sun is rising, and the light golden light is shining all over the earth, shining in all directions.

The old man wore a blue shirt and stood with his hands under his hands. He was no longer so unkempt, sloppy and sloppy, with a rare charm of fairy style.

"You are still in rags, you look more pleasing to the eye."

Ling Xian made a joke, and fell to the top of Lingxian like a banished immortal and Linchen.

"Can you speak?"

The old man glared at Ling Xian and couldn't help but startled, and a look of uncertainty appeared in his eyes.

"Is there a flower on my face?" Ling Xian smiled.

"Your kid is amazing. You have not seen you for three months. You have crossed the extreme of foundation building and pill formation." The old man exclaimed. This is too horrible, even if he is used to seeing big winds and waves. Feel incredible.

"Good luck."

Ling Xian smiled slightly. If he hadn't refined the dragon ball, it would have taken at least fifty years to build the ultimate realm of foundation and pill formation.

"The meaning of your existence is probably to hit people." The old man joked.

"Strike people?" Ling Xian shook his head and laughed, and said: "Then I will strike and strike you first."

"Don't, I've been beaten badly by you, let's change someone else."

The old man smirked and said: "Come with me. When those old guys see you, they will definitely be hit harder."

"Why do I think you are gloating?" Ling Xian smiled.

"When you are alone, you will feel that the whole world is gloomy. When someone is as miserable as you, the world will clear up."

The old man chuckled and said: "I was hit hard by you, so naturally I have to find a companion."

Hearing this, Ling Xian couldn't laugh or cry, and was speechless.

"Let's go, the spiritual weapon star is not close, we have to hurry up."

The old man smiled, and between waving his hands, a portal appeared in the air.

Immediately, he stepped out and stepped past the door.

Ling Xian is the same.

After that, the two of them boarded the star boat and flew towards the spirit weapon star.

...

Spiritual Star is a special world.

This world is booming, and all the ways are in decline~IndoMTL.com~ There are almost no creatures who practice the Three Ways of Pill Formation Talisman.

Under this kind of atmosphere, the chance that the Spirit Tool Star will appear as a Grand Master is far from other worlds, and it can be said to be the first in the universe.

This is even more true for Grand Masters. Taking the Big Dipper as an example, if the Big Dipper has fifty masters of Artifacts, then there must be at least 500 times the number of Spirit Artifacts!

This number is undoubtedly staggering. Therefore, the Spirit Tool Star is regarded as a holy land of tool Tao, and all tool refiners want to practice here.

Especially the Temple of the Gods, which symbolizes the highest level of the art of craftsmanship, is a paradise that all craftsmen yearn for.

Just because there are more than a dozen great masters of Qidao here, not to mention worshiping them as teachers, even if they are only given guidance, they will benefit for life.

At this moment, Ling Xian came to the Temple of the Gods, to be precise, it was a lively street near the Temple of the Gods.

After three months of traveling, he and the old man arrived at the Spirit Tool Star. After that, the old man left him here alone under the pretext of visiting friends.

"The streets are all related to Qidao. This world is indeed strange enough."