Painting of the Nine Immortals Chapter 1940: Many insights

On the 70th floor of the Baizhan Building, Lingxianquan towns mountains and rivers, fighting pure-blooded golden-winged rocs. 1 Novel ≥﹤

This demon is one of the top ten royal families, extremely powerful, especially pure blood, which is of the same rank as the roost.

But in front of Lingxian, the Golden Winged Roc couldn't see enough.

He is now so strong that he is terribly powerful. Looking at the demon clan, only the royal clan and the sky demon can fight him!

Boom!

The blood is falling, the feathers are flying, and the golden winged roc roars up to the sky, but it can't change the outcome of the defeat, and is killed by Ling Xian!

"It's getting harder..."

Ling Xianxing squinted his eyes. In the first fifty floors, he used one finger to break the enemy, but from the fiftieth floor onwards, the enemies were all with good blood, and it was difficult to kill them with one stroke.

However, it was just what he wanted.

He is here to sharpen himself. If his opponent is too weak, how can he temper himself?

"There are more and more contribution points."

Ling Xian faintly smiled. He has already passed the seventieth floor and has earned more than 20,000 contribution points. Excluding the 10,000 handed in, he has earned more than 10,000.

"The difficulty is increasing, and so are the contribution points. If I can get to the 80th floor, I will have to get 50,000 contribution points if I say less."

"No wonder Elder Wu said that Baizhanlou is the fastest place to earn contribution points. For those with strength, this is indeed the case."

With a chuckle, Ling Xian stepped to the seventy-first floor and saw two pure-blooded golden-winged rocs.

The cultivation base is the same as him, in the middle of the eighth stage, but the foundation is inferior to him.

Therefore, Lingxian won this battle very easily and got two thousand contribution points.

The seventy-second floor is the three-headed pure-blooded golden-winged roc. The cultivation base is equal to him, and the foundation is inferior to him.

So, Ling Xian still won simply and neatly, and got 3,000 contribution points.

The 73rd floor is a pure-blooded Kunpeng. Not only is his cultivation level the same as him, but the foundation is also the same as him.

This put pressure on Ling Xian. After all, the pure-blood Kunpeng is the emperor among the monsters, and no matter the foundation or the realm, it is not inferior to him.

Boom boom boom!

The wings of the gods opened the sky, fisted the mountains and rivers, Lingxian fought the pure-blood Kunpeng, and used more than 500 moves to kill him.

"Cough cough, worthy of pure blood Kunpeng, indeed powerful." Ling Xian coughed up blood, and his white clothes were stained red.

This pure-blooded Kunpeng is very powerful. Not only is his cultivation level the same as him, but the foundation is also the same as him. It is really a strong enemy.

Fortunately, Kunpeng is stronger, he is stronger!

"Yes, there are five thousand contribution points in this level."

Ling Xian smiled faintly, then constricted to smile, turning into solemnity.

According to the past rules, the next level is likely to be two pure blood kunpeng.

This means a desperate situation. In the case of the same realm and the same foundation, even Lingxian, it is difficult to fight one against two.

"If it is really two pure-blooded Kunpeng, most of it will stop."

Ling Xianxing squinted his eyes and circulated the ancient blood of Tianzun to heal himself.

After a while, he returned to his peak state, and then stepped out to reach the 74th floor.

Roar!

The sky-shaking beast roared loudly, and a black tiger condensed into shape, swallowing the mountains and rivers with anger, powerful for nine days.

That power is a bit stronger than the pure-blooded Kunpeng in the previous layer!

"This is...a different species of the White Tiger clan!" Ling Xian's eyes condensed.

This is a pure-blooded white tiger. The reason why it is completely dark is because it is an extremely rare alien species, stronger than the white tiger!

"Fortunately, it is not two pure blood kunpeng..."

Ling Xian smiled, but still dare not care.

This black tiger is a heterogeneous species of the white tiger family. It is inherently stronger than most white tigers and is definitely a strong enemy!

Roar!

The void collapsed, the earth moved and the mountains shook.

The black tiger is fierce and furious, and its claws open the sky, making Ling Xian moved.

However, not only did he have no fear, but he was full of fighting spirit!

He is here to fight against the strong, accumulate combat experience, and cultivate invincibility.

Therefore, Ling Xian's fighting spirit rushed into the sky, fighting against the black tiger with Wushuang Emperor Fist!

Boom boom boom!

From the war, the world is shocked, Lingxian is like an immortal emperor, and the black tiger is like a beast emperor, and they are invincible!

Soon, three hundred moves passed.

Ling Xian and Heihu were both injured, but in general, Heihu was more injured.

Especially after five hundred moves, the black tiger showed its defeat, and was no longer brave.

But Ling Xian has become more and more courageous, like an immortal war emperor, swallowing three thousand realms with anger, and fighting for nine days!

After another hundred moves, the black tiger became weaker and coughed up blood when he was beaten by Ling Xian, and he could not fight back.

"It's over."

Ling Xian's eyes flashed with cold electricity, and the light of Yaoxian blasted out, smashing the black tiger forcefully.

In the next instant, the light curtain dissipated, which meant that he could set foot on the 75th floor.

However, Ling Xian did not take any steps. One was to heal his injuries, and the other was to understand the battle.

He closed his eyes and remembered Heihu's every move, branding it in his heart.

After a while, Ling Xian opened his star eyes, revealing a faint smile.

After this battle, his combat experience has increased a lot. This is an invisible benefit, which naturally makes him happy.

At the moment, he stepped to the 75th floor and heard a loud phoenix.

Boom!

The sacred fire appears, the true phoenix emerges, noble and elegant, showing an invincible posture.

"Pure Blood True Phoenix..."

Ling Xian has a headache. The pure-blooded true phoenix and the true dragon are side by side. Even if you look at the seven royal families, they are among the best.

It is not an exaggeration to say that the pure-blooded true Phoenix in front of me is definitely stronger than the alien white tiger before!

However, Ling Xian is not afraid.

One-to-one, he hasn't been afraid of anyone yet!

At the moment, Ling Xian draws the power of Xia into the body, the fairy bones shine, and the emperor fist shakes the sky!

Boom!

The sacred fire filled the sky, burning all the wastes, the pure-blooded true phoenix was powerful and outrageous, and its wings opened to the ground, shaking Ling Xian's energy and blood toss.

"What a powerful pure-blooded true Phoenix, but it is just what I want."

Ling Xian laughed and swallowed the mountains and rivers with anger, bravely crowned the world.

His imperial fist in his left hand and a fierce sword in his right fought against the pure-blooded true phoenix in a powerful posture of self-respect.

One hundred strokes, three hundred strokes, and five hundred strokes. Lingxian fought and fought more and more bravely, and the true phoenix feathers were flying, and the blood was spilled.

After seven hundred moves, he even gained the upper hand, causing the Pure Blood True Phoenix to mourn and lose the power to fight back.

In the end, Emperor Lingxian opened the sky with his fists and smashed the True Phoenix.

The figure dissipated, and the light curtain split, which meant that he could set foot on the 76th floor.

"Sure enough, you came right."

Ling Xian's clothes were stained with blood and his face was pale, but he was smiling, smiling happily.

Not only because of the contribution points, but also because he has tempered himself.

Which one of the pure-blooded Kunpeng, the alien white tiger, and the terrifying true phoenix is ​​not the existence of the same rank?

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At the moment, he strode to the seventy-seventh floor.

This time, Ling Xian saw two monsters, one in the shape of a turtle and the other in the shape of a snake.

"Xuanwu..."

Ling Xian's expression became solemn, Xuanwu is one of the seven royal families, not the strongest, but it is recognized as the most difficult.

Because pure blood basalt can be transformed into two forms, one is snake, the main attack, the other is turtle, the main defense.

The two complement each other and cooperate seamlessly. No creature is willing to confront Xuanwu.

"I want to try, how powerful is the pure-blood Xuanwu, which is known as the most difficult to deal with in the monster race."

Ling Xian's star eyes are shining, and his fighting spirit rushes into the sky.

Whether it is pure-blooded Xuanwu or pure-blooded dragon, he is not afraid of anyone at the same level!