Painting of the Nine Immortals Chapter 1517: The storm is not over

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Under the big sun, Lingxian is like a supreme true god, radiant, eternal and immortal,

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Because he turned the tide and saved the Xuanwu Continent.

This feat can be called unparalleled, and it is destined to last forever!

Therefore, everyone is enthusiastically looking at Ling Xian, looking at this hero who turned the tide!

At the same time, there is inevitably a sense of awe.

Even the powers of the eighth realm are the same.

There is no way, Ling Xian is too powerful. He swept the outer demons with his own power. Who wouldn't be in awe?

Although this is not his true strength, he has this physical body, enough to sweep the entire Xuanwu Continent. Even if he is the number one powerhouse in the Xuanwu Continent, he is not exaggerated.

"It's over..."

Ling Xian let out a long suffocating breath, the anger in his heart was swept away, and it was replaced by lightness and joy.

The same goes for everyone present.

They shouted and cheered to their heart's content. They only felt extremely happy, and they even breathed smoothly.

This war has been going on for several years, everyone is living in depression every day, and the feeling that they may fall at any time makes them uneasy. Right now, the war is finally over, which naturally makes them feel relaxed.

"Hahaha, it's finally over, and the days to come will no longer be a haze!"

"Thanks to the son, if it hadn't been for him to turn the tide, the Xuanwu Continent would have fallen."

"When I go back, I will set up a monument of longevity for the son, and enshrine it for generations!"

Everyone was smiling, and even the eighth-level powers were also full of laughter.

The laughter echoed the sky, full of joy and ease.

This made Ling Xian smile, feeling that everything was worth it.

However, just as everyone was beaming, a discordant word suddenly sounded.

"Who told you that this is the last battle?"

The only remaining extraterritorial celestial devil speaks, there is no bitterness on his face, nor despair, and some are just calm.

This made everyone stunned, and after that, their complexion changed.

In everybody's mind, the eighth stage is the peak existence. Once a powerhouse of this level appears, it means that the war has come to the end.

Ling Xian thinks so too.

So after hearing what the old man said, he frowned and said: "You mean, the battle is not over yet?"

"Of course not." The old man looked calm and said: "The storm will not be calm. The Xuanwu Continent is destined to fall into the hands of my clan."

Hearing this, everyone's complexion changed, and Ling Xian's brows became deeper.

He wasn't sure if the old man was deliberately frightened, or if it was true, but he had a vague intuition that he couldn't let this person live!

Therefore, Ling Xian raised his palm, like a hundred thousand mountains falling down, trying to slap the old man into flesh.

"Keen intuition, unfortunately, it's too late."

The old man smiled weirdly, bursting out infinite blood, forming a curtain of blood covering the sky, blocking Ling Xian's palm.

This made everyone's eyes widened, and they couldn't believe what they saw.

Ling Xian is powerful, everyone can see, even the most powerful man in purple can't stop him from a blow. However, at this moment, the old man blocked it, which was obviously weird.

"Originally, I didn't want to summon the ancestors, but you forced me to a dead end."

"Because of the **** Tianyuan, the holy ancestor cannot come. Only by offering sacrifices with our soul can we summon a clone of him."

"Without you, I would have unified the Xuanwu Continent, so I don't need to summon the ancestors at all!"

The old man stood in the blood curtain, his expression turned hideous, he stared at Ling Xian firmly, full of spite.

"Holy Ancestor?"

Ling Xian's pupils shrank, thinking of that supreme magic shadow, his expression suddenly changed.

The same is true for everyone. They don't know who the saint ancestor is and how strong it is, but it is conceivable that they must be earth-shattering powerhouses.

"You forced me to do all this. If you let me run away, I won't be able to burn my soul!"

The old man looked terrifying and scary, and said: "Since you want me to die, then I will let the entire Xuanwu Continent be buried!"

"Dare you!" Ling Xian's eyes were cold, his murderous intent rushed towards Xiao Han, sweeping all directions.

"Hahaha, what can I dare to do?"

The old man laughed wildly and said: "I am doomed to fall, what else is there to be afraid of? Tell me, what else do I have to be afraid of?"

"You!" Ling Xian was furious, the void collapsed, and the mountains and rivers shook.

That kind of power is really like the Supreme Emperor, and the world collapses with anger!

It's a pity that the blood curtain covering the sky is weird and powerful, even with Lingxian's terrifying body, it can't be shaken.

"Haha, soon, soon you will come down to accompany me!"

The old man laughed madly and pinched a mysterious seal with his dry hands.

In the next instant, an incredible scene happened.

I saw blood mist rising around the old man, slowly condensing into eight illusory souls, exactly the eight extraterritorial celestial demons that Lingxian killed before.

They looked blank and looked around. When they saw Ling Xian, they suddenly showed a strong resentment.

This scene made everyone's eyes widened, and they just felt cold all over, like falling into an ice cave.

Ling Xian also shuddered somewhat.

He remembered very clearly that the souls of these eight people had been shattered by himself, and they were in the true sense of fright. However, at this moment, it was condensed by the old man. How incredible is this?

"Haha, **** is coming soon, by then, the Xuanwu Continent will fall!"

The old man is almost crazy, his brows are glowing~IndoMTL.com~The soul jumps into the sky.

This caused Ling Xian to change color, bombarding the Scarlet Sky with all his strength, trying to kill the old man before he was finished.

Unfortunately, all his attacks fell to the sea without any ripples.

"It's useless, if it can be easily shaken by you, wouldn't it be meaningless for me to give my life?"

The old man sneered and silenced Ling Xian.

Although he didn't want to admit it, the facts were in front of him, and he really couldn't shake the sky.

"Haha, I'll go one step ahead, Huangquan Road, I'll wait for you!"

The old man laughed madly, then constricted to smile, and shouted: "Summon the saint ancestor with the soul of me!"

The voice fell, his soul burned, and so did the other eight souls.

After a few breaths, the souls of the nine of them disappeared, completely dead.

However, the holy ancestor did not descend immediately, but dropped a **** silkworm cocoon.

This made Ling Xian's expression gloomy, and he felt a familiar breath from the cocoon, a terrifying breath.

Everyone at the scene has also changed color, especially the eighth realm's great power, they are even more shocked.

Under their perception, there seems to be a demon **** conceived in the silkworm cocoon. Once born, it will wash the world with blood!

This feeling makes everyone depressed and uneasy, but it is helpless.

Even Ling Xian can't break the blood curtain. How can the rest of the people do it?

"Could it be that...we just waited like this?" a person tremblingly said, full of fear.

This made everyone's heart tremble and sighed.

Ling Xian also sighed lightly.

No one wants to sit still, and he doesn't want to, but in the current situation, there is only waiting.

For a while, Qingyunjian fell into a dead silence, the previous joy disappeared, and it was replaced by depression and fear.

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