Painting of the Nine Immortals Chapter 2275: Goodbye to the battle hall…

After hearing what the old man said, Ling Xianxing's eyes narrowed, and he didn't expect Kunlun Star to have a stunning good fortune. ┡』Ωnovel*Ω

Not to mention making the red old man the supreme, just letting him reach the ultimate holy state is hard to find in the world.

So Ling Xian was tempted.

He took a deep look at Elder Hong and said: "Is this true?"

"The authenticity is beyond doubt, but I cannot guarantee that you will definitely reach the ultimate sanctuary."

Old man Hong looked at Ling Xian seriously, and said: "It may also be a breakthrough in consummation."

"Whatever it is, it's all tempting."

Ling Xian smiled faintly. Whether it is reaching the extreme or breaking the Consummation, it is a rare good fortune, and he doesn't want to miss it.

"Looking at Kunlun Star, you are the only one who can fight side by side with me, so I will share the opportunity with you."

The red old man said solemnly: "I only ask you to help me kill Ten Thousand Saint Sect."

"I can promise you, but there are two premises."

"One is that the chance in your mouth is true, and the other is that you become the supreme."

Ling Xianxing's eyes narrowed, he and the Ten Thousand Saint Sect are endlessly dying, even if there is no benefit, he should join hands with the red old man.

However, Ten Thousand Saints Sect has the Supreme Lord, if the old man does not become the Supreme, he will only die.

"Don't worry, if you don't become the supreme, I won't kill the Ten Thousand Saint Sect."

The old man smiled and said: "As for the chance, I can tell you now."

"Respectfully listen." Ling Xian smiled faintly.

"Kunlun Star has a volcano. By chance, I went deep into it and discovered a mysterious power."

The red old man’s eyes were fiery, and said: "Just getting closer, my cultivation level will show signs of diligence. If I can refine it, I can definitely become the supreme."

"Then why don't you refine it?" Ling Xian frowned slightly.

"Because in addition to the mysterious power, there is also a sleeping beast. I have tried it. Whenever I touch the mysterious power, the beast will wake up."

"With my strength, that fierce beast can't be helped." The old man was a little embarrassed.

"No wonder you will share with me." Ling Xian shook his head and laughed, and finally understood why the old man was so kind.

"You and I will join forces to kill that fierce beast. When the time comes, the mysterious power will be ours." A glimmer of expectation flashed in the red old man's eyes.

Ling Xian is the same.

Whether it is breaking Consummation, reaching the extreme state, or breaking into the mid-stage of entering the holy state, for him, it is an opportunity that cannot be missed.

Especially in the case of a life and death duel with a tall girl, it is extremely important.

"Let's go, if what you say is true, I will try my best to help you." Ling Xian's eyes narrowed, intending to take the opportunity first, and then confront the tall girl.

"Okay." The old man was overjoyed, waving away the barrier that separates everyone from their souls.

"Sir, let's go back to Xianfuzong." Meng Changhe spoke softly. Although he was puzzled, he didn't ask much.

"You go back first, I have something to do."

Ling Xian smiled faintly, and said: "Tell Yunmeng, let her not worry, I will go back." "Okay, then I will go back first, when my husband returns, it will be the day when my Xianfuzong grand ceremony is held. "Meng Changhe smiled, then turned and left.

Everyone also left.

"Let's go, too." The old man smiled, unable to hide his anticipation.

"I'm afraid, we can't leave." Ling Xianjian frowned slightly, feeling two pressures, or two killing intents.

"Why did fellow Daoists say this?" The old man was puzzled, but he understood in the next instant.

He also felt two horror auras, and his expression changed: "I came to the Shocking Sacred Palace!"

"Familiar aura..." Ling Xian frowned, feeling one of the auras very familiar, but for a while, he couldn't remember it.

"What a keen spiritual sense, I am two levels higher than you, but you are the first to notice it." The old man took a deep look at Ling Xian, flashing with surprise.

"Now, it's not the time to praise me."

"The two auras are clearly directed at Jingsheng Palace, and they are enemies and not friends."

Ling Xianxing's eyes narrowed, but he stepped onto the existence of the immortal soul, and his spiritual sense was naturally keen.

"It's really not a friend." The red old man's face was gloomy, and the two auras showed killing intent. How could he be a friend?

At the moment, he left the cave and looked east.

Ling Xian is the same.

After that, he understood why he felt familiar.

Because one of them is the Lord of the Battle Hall who has chased him down.

This person is tall and heroic, like the lower realm of the God of War, swallowing mountains and rivers with anger, and watching for nine days.

Next to him is an old man in Tsing Yi, who is even more powerful. If the lord of the battle hall is a god, then he is the king of gods!

"It really is the enemy."

Ling Xian sighed softly and said: "This person is the master of the Ten Thousand Saint Sect's battle hall. I don't know the identity of that old man."

"The Lord of the Battle Hall?" The old man's complexion changed. The masters of the battle halls of the past are strong, and they can also be ranked in the top five of the Ten Thousand Saint Sect for the last time!

"Trouble."

Ling Xian Xing's eyes narrowed, and he knew that the Lord of the Battle Hall was here to eradicate the remnants of Old Man Red, but he also had enemies with Ten Thousand Saint Sect, and the Lord of the Battle Hall would never let him go.

"Finally found the remnants of that vein."

The Lord of the Battle Hall spoke with a cold voice, and when he saw Ling Xian, he suddenly showed an unexpected look, but in the next instant, the accident turned into excitement.

"Haha, well, I didn't expect that my two enemies of the Ten Thousand Saint Sect will get together, just saving effort."

After hearing this, the old man turned his gaze to Lingxian and said: "Sorry, I hurt you."

"It's okay, I won't die with Ten Thousand Saint Sect. Sooner or later, there will be a battle." Ling Xian's eyes narrowed and said: "Leave it to me, the old man, you can only deal with that old man."

"Don't worry, although this person is stronger than me, I am surprised that I am not a vegetarian because I have passed on for thousands of years."

The red old man sneered, then turned his gaze to the old man in Tsing Yi, and said: "The Ten Thousand Saint Sect only sent you two, aren't you afraid that you are telling me this?"

"You look at yourself too highly."

The old man in Tsing Yi spoke lightly and said: "Although you are in the same realm as me, but the foundation is too different, it is easy to kill you."

"I don't deny this, but don't forget that there is a sect behind me." The old man has a cold expression. After all, Jingsheng Palace has existed for thousands of years. How can it not have any background?

"So what?"

The old man in Tsing Yi looked calm~IndoMTL.com~ said: "In the face of absolute strength, all foreign objects are not worth mentioning."

"Arrogant!"

The old man's face sank like water, and between the seals, the mountain guarding formation appeared, and many magic weapons vacated.

Suddenly, the monstrous majesty spread, trembling and shaking the universe.

"Small carving skills."

The expression of the old man in Tsing Yi remained unchanged, and the master of the battle hall was not moved.

These two people are not ordinary monks, and may not be called Wushuang Tianjiao, but they have reached several extremes, so naturally they don't pay attention to those magic weapons.

"Is it a trick or a life-saving thing, you will know if you come to try it." The red old man sneered.

"If you want to die, I will fulfill you." The old man in Tsing Yi looked indifferent, and when he pointed it out, the mountains and rivers were broken.

At the same time, the Lord of the Hall of War also took action.