Painting of the Nine Immortals Chapter 225: Crossing into Longtan alone

At this moment, the big day is hanging high, and the warm sun shines, but it is difficult to dispel the coldness in everyone's hearts.

Everyone at the scene widened their eyes, looked at the dead corpse on the ground, and looked at the calmly standing Ling Xian, with a look of horror on their faces.

Just a random wave of his sleeves and killed a monk in the late foundation stage?

How powerful is this?

The shock of everyone present, especially Uncle Yong and Ouyang Wan'er, was even more shocked. They originally regarded Ling Xian as a life-saving straw. It was a subconscious search for rescue before death approached, and they didn't expect how strong he would be. But at this moment, facts have proved his strength.

While this shocked the two of them, there was a burst of ecstasy in their hearts. The leading man had the strongest strength, and had already died under Ling Xian's flick of his sleeves. It was obvious that the remaining chasing soldiers were even less likely to be his opponents.

Ling Xian's expression was still calm, without the slightest wave of waves, feeling the shocked eyes of everyone. With his current tyrannical strength, even the strong in the early stage of the formation of alchemy can at most support a few moves in his hands. In his eyes, a monk from the late stage of foundation construction is no different from the ants.

"You...you dare to kill the boss." A man in black was full of horror, but he pretended to be calm and furious: "Boy, do you know you are in trouble, I The Bai family is not something you can afford!"

"The White House?"

A sneer appeared at the corner of Ling Xian's mouth, and said: "I want to try it. In the end, whether I should provoke him or he should not provoke me."

"What an arrogant kid, wait, the Bai family won't let you go!" The black-clothed man gave Ling Xian a bitter look. But he knew very well that even the boss was killed by Ling Xian with a wave of his sleeves, and his group of people could not be opponents anyway.

Therefore, without hesitation, he greeted the others, and then quickly ascended to the sky, intending to escape from here soon.

However, he wanted to leave, but Ling Xian would not agree.

He and the faction of the second master of the Bai family have long been on the opposite side, in a state of immortality, so at this moment, he put away his heart and did not intend to let this group of people go.

"Bring me back."

A faint word fell, Ling Xian rolled his sleeves, and suddenly the sky was strong, sweeping the wind and clouds in all directions.

The seven or eight figures in black had just risen into the air, and they felt a huge pressure, and suddenly spewed a mouthful of blood, which fell from mid-air.

Unbiased, just in front of Uncle Yong and Wan'er Ouyang.

"The blood on these people is too heavy and they should have killed many of your companions, so I will hand them over to you, whether to kill or release, you decide." Ling Xian said lightly, flashed back, and returned. On a big tree.

"Haha, thank you son!"

Uncle Yong laughed loudly, but the next moment, his expression turned cold. "I is more and more complete" he looked at the seven or eight men in front of him, his eyes seemed to burst into flames.

Ouyang Wan'er is also full of anger, her beautiful eyes are full of deep hatred.

Originally, when they escaped, there were dozens of family children beside them. It's a pity that these people have already been beheaded along the way. In this way, how can they not hate?

"Kill!"

No nonsense, Uncle Yong forcefully used his mana, and a pair of fleshy palms shot out horizontally, like a mountain falling down, covering all seven or eight men on the ground.

"It's over!"

Seven or eight men looked desperate. They wanted to use their magical power to resist. However, Lingxian's attack had already destroyed their cultivation base.

In other words, they have become a useless person at this moment. What can they resist?

Seeing the desperate look on these people's faces, Uncle Yong's faces were full of pleasure, and his shots became more fierce, and he fell heavily with anger!

Boom!

A palm fell, raising smoke and dust in the sky.

When the smoke and dust slowly dissipated, the bones of the seven or eight men were shattered, and the meridians were broken, and he could not die anymore.

"It seems that I did nothing wrong. Killing this group of people in such a ruthless manner shows that there must be a sea of ​​blood and deep hatred." Ling Xian leaned back on the tree trunk and looked at the two with a happy face in front of him. People, sighed softly.

He is worried about the situation in Ouyang's family.

It can be seen from Ouyang Wan'er that the dignified daughter of the elder of the Ouyang family was actually forced to this level, which is enough to prove that the situation in the Ouyang family is already very serious.

"Haha, old man, I finally avenge you, you can look down!"

Killing these people personally, Uncle Yong laughed loudly, smiled and laughed, tears flowed down. The best friends of his life also died on the road, under the butcher's knife of these people. Now that he is avenged, he is naturally unable to suppress the complex emotions in his heart.

Ouyang Wan'er also cried with joy, and Qiao's face had the pleasure of revenge, and there was also a kind of ecstasy and ease after being rescued.

In the beginning, the two were prey, full of despair and fear. However, at this moment, their identities have been exchanged with these people, they have become hunters, and let these people of the White Family die in despair and fear.

How can this make the two not happy?

All this is naturally to thank Ling Xian. Without him, the two would have died under the butcher knife of the Bai family, let alone revenge.

Uncle Yong and Ouyang Wan'er also wanted to understand this, and immediately took a step forward, quickly came to the towering ancient tree, and then invariably bowed to Ling Xian in salute.

"Thank you, my son, for saving my life."

Perceiving the two people’s sincere gratitude, Ling Xian smiled faintly, and said: "You don't need to be polite, just don't scold me in your heart."

Hearing this, the two felt embarrassed when they thought of the thing that would scold Lingxian as a coward in their hearts. Especially Ouyang Wan'er, full of shame, can't wait to find a place to get in.

At this moment, they finally understand one thing. That is, Ling Xian is not obliged to take action to rescue him at all.

This made the two feel ashamed, but at the same time they were filled with gratitude to Ling Xian.

"Thank you, son, for helping me. This is the youngest daughter of the head of the Ouyang clan. I will thank you very much in the future." Uncle Yong clasped his hands and clasped his fists, his dark face full of gratitude.

"I did it, but it was not your Ouyang family's thank you gift." Ling Xian shook his head lightly, and said: "Tell me, what's the situation in Ouyang family?"

"Sigh..."

When they mentioned this, the two sighed together, and the joy of coming back from the edge of death disappeared suddenly, replaced by full of sorrow.

"My son said, we escaped an hour ago, and the situation was already very severe at that time." Uncle Yong sighed long and said: "At this moment, it should be even more severe."

"That said, it is urgent."

Ling Xian frowned. Although Uncle Yong didn't elaborate, he could feel that the situation in Ouyang's family must be extremely severe, and it was even on the verge of destruction.

"Yes, I don't know how the Bai family is so powerful. I actually dispatched twelve pill-forming cultivators. There are only eight pill-forming cultivators in the Ouyang family. This is impossible to fight!" Uncle Yong's fists tightened. He held it, but in the next instant, he loosened it weakly, and the whole person became depressed.

Ouyang Wan'er also felt a deep weakness. Those were the twelve powerhouses in the pill formation stage, each of which was very powerful, and it was inevitable that they would feel powerless after changing anyone.

"Twelve strong pill formation...no wonder your Ouyang family will be so miserable, this combat power is indeed terrifying."

Ling Xian's heart sank, this number is a little bit more than he thought, that is to say, that mysterious strength is far stronger than he thought.

So, he felt a lot of pressure.

"Yes, twelve vs. eight, this can almost be called one-sided." Uncle Yong showed desperation, but he suddenly thought of the terrible handsome young man in front of him, and he couldn't help but smile. Said: "My son, can you make another move?"

When the voice fell, Ouyang Wan'er also thought of Ling Xian's strength, as if she had grasped the last straw, and begged: "My son, Wan'er beg you, you can save Ouyang's house. ."

"Twelve strong pill formation experts, why do you think I will make a move?" Ling Xian shook his head with a smile.

Suddenly, the two were stunned.

Yeah, those are the twelve strong pill formation, why should they ask a stranger to help them? Who would be willing to make a move?

The two laughed sorrowfully, and gave up their intention to continue begging. Ling Xian had already rescued them once, so what face did they have to put him in danger?

And just when they were desperate, a clear laughter sounded softly, and their eyes suddenly burst into dazzling looks.

"I promised this matter."

The voice fell, the two raised their heads abruptly, their eyes were full of surprises,

"My son, you mean, are you willing to help?" Ouyang Wan'er stared at Ling Xian without blinking her beautiful eyes, a little expectant and a little nervous.

In response to the uneasy gaze of the beauty, Ling Xian smiled faintly, and said: "Yes, this matter has something to do with me, so I can't just ignore it."

"Great!" Ouyang Wan'er was overjoyed, her heart filled with joy.

"Hey, I have to make a move." Ling Xian sighed to himself, then stood up and moved his gaze to the north.

The Bai family is his enemy, and the Ouyang family is his potential covenant. Even if it only rescues a strong pill formation, it will strengthen his side's strength.

Therefore, he must be able to do it.

"Okay, wait here. I will try to save as much as possible. How many people can be rescued depends on the good fortune of Ouyang's family." Ling Xian sighed lightly~IndoMTL.com~The Nine Heavens Gods were transformed into a sigh. Wing disappeared in front of the two in an instant.

Looking at the figure that cut through the sky, Ouyang Wan'er was full of expectation and said: "Uncle Yong, can you save my Ouyang family?"

"Oh, miss, we are reckless." Uncle Yong sighed and said: "That's twelve strong pill formation, even if this son is also a pill formation monk, it is impossible to beat those people. Whether he will come back alive or not is unknown."

When the voice fell, Ouyang Wan'er was stunned as she was struck by lightning.

At this moment, she also realized her own recklessness. There were twelve strong pill formation powerhouses there, which could be called the Tiger's Den of Longtan!

However, Ling Xian wants to go to Longtan alone. No matter how you look at it, it feels like sending him to death!

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Fourth more~~

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