Painting of the Nine Immortals Chapter 2278: Refining

? In mid-air, Ling Xian's face was pale, coughing up blood. ????

　　

　　 The three mysterious powers are terrible, one tore his flesh, one to imprison his mana, and the other to shake his soul.

　　

　　This method is similar to the Three Arrows of the Sealed Spirit, both of which are aimed at the three realms of the Dharma, Soul and Body, but it is more terrifying than the Three Arrows of the Sealed Spirit.

　　

　　 Even Ling Xian's body gradually cracked and almost disintegrated.

　　

　　 Fortunately, his soul is fine.

　　

　　He has embarked on the path of immortal souls, unless the supreme is displaying the nine miraculous seals, otherwise, don't want to shake his soul.

　　

　　"This method is called Jiu Miao Yin. It is cultivated to the greatest degree and has nine powers."

　　

　　"With my cultivation base, I can only use three powers, but it is enough to destroy your body and spirit!"

　　

　　The master of the battle hall laughed, also pale, coughing up blood.

　　

　　 With his cultivation base, he can't display the Nine Miao Seals yet, and the result of forcibly displaying is only one.

　　

　　"Not necessarily."

　　

　　 Lingxian has deep eyes, and the two great powers of great fortune are running wildly, refining three mysterious powers.

　　

　　 If you can refining, you can break the game, otherwise, he will set foot on the Yellow Spring.

　　

　　 "Give up resistance, if your cultivation base is higher than mine, the power of the Jiu Miao Seal can't help you, but your cultivation base is not as good as mine."

　　

　　 "Even if you have heavenly power, don't even think about refining!"

　　

　　The Lord of the Battle Hall sneered, looking at Ling Xian as if he was looking at a dead person.

　　

　　 The red-haired old man also felt that Ling Xian was bound to die.

　　

　　His ancestor was once the head of the Ten Thousand Saints Sect. Naturally, he knows the terrible Jiu Miao Seal. Not to mention that Lingxian’s cultivation is not as good as the master of the battle hall. .

　　

　　 "I made you tired." The red-haired old man sighed, regretful and ashamed.

　　

　　 "I won't die." Ling Xian's eyes were deep, and it was not difficult to refine the power of the Nine Miao Seals, but the difficulty was whether the body and soul could persist until that moment.

　　

　　If he hadn't embarked on the path of immortal soul, he would definitely not be able to persist at the moment of refining, but his soul contains immortal characteristics, how could he fail to persist?

　　

　　 "A dead duck has a hard mouth."

　　

　　 The old man in Tsing Yi sneered, then turned his gaze to the Lord of the Hall of War, and said, "Is it worth it to die with him?"

　　

　　 "Back then, he ran away from me, it was considered me to lose."

　　

　　 "Today, even if we die together, I don't want to lose to him."

　　

　　The Lord of the War Hall coughed up blood and was extremely weak, but he was laughing.

　　

　　 smiles triumphantly.

　　

　　"Finally, I won't say much. When I return to the sect, I will let the head master give you a reward to your descendants."

　　

　　 The old man in Tsing Yi sighed, and the master of the battle hall used nine magical effects with strong action, even if he was a true immortal, he could not be saved.

　　

　　 "Thank you."

　　

　　 The Lord of the Hall of War laughed, then turned his gaze to Lingxian, and said: "I am indeed not your opponent, but the final winner is me."

　　

　　 "What wins the same?" Ling Xian shook his head and laughed, not to mention that he would not die. Even if he did, the Lord of the Hall of War would not be considered a win.

　　

　　 "Haha, as a loser, I pull the winner back, isn't it a win?" The master of the battle hall laughed wildly, making no secret of his pride.

　　

　　 "If you say that, I won't refute it."

　　

　　 "But you can't win."

　　

　　 Ling Xian has deep eyes, and he runs the two great powers of the great fortune with all his strength, racing against time, refining the power of the nine miraculous seals.

　　

　　 "I would like to see, how long can you calm down!"

　　

　　The Lord of the Battle Hall sneered, but his smile froze on his face in the next instant.

　　

　　 just because Ling Xian's body no longer cracks, and no longer bleeds.

　　

　　 This means that he has refined the power of the Nine Miao Seals.

　　

　　 "How is it possible?!" The master of the battle hall looked sluggish, unable to accept this fact.

　　

　　 Tsing Yi old people and red-haired old people are the same.

　　

　　 They know how terrible the Jiu Miao Seal is. Even if they are, they have no confidence in refining, but Ling Xian did it. This is simply incredible!

　　

　　 "Nothing is impossible. The Jiu Miao Seal is indeed an invincible technique, but you still haven't practiced at home."

　　

　　 Ling Xian spoke lightly, thanking that he had embarked on the path of immortal souls, and fortunate that his body was strong, otherwise, it would be difficult to persist until the moment of refining.

　　

　　 "Damn, I don't believe that even the Jiu Miao Seal can't help you!" The Lord of the Battle Hall rushed into the crown, burning his essence and blood at the same time, urging the Jiu Miao Seal again.

　　

　　 However, the mysterious power only lasted for a moment before it dissipated.

　　

　　With his state at the moment, even at the cost of death, it is impossible to spur the Jiu Miao Seal.

　　

　　 "If there is one more power, it can kill me, but unfortunately, you can only use three powers."

　　

　　 Lingxian sighed softly, Jiu Miao Yin was too terrifying. It was just three powers that made him fall into a crisis. If the nine powers are present, I don’t know how strong it will be.

　　

　　 "I was defeated. I didn't expect that I could not even end up with you..."

　　

　　The Lord of the Hall of War smiled bitterly. He only hurt Lingxian at the cost of his life. Who wouldn't be bitter if he changed?

　　

　　 "Resentment back then, today."

　　

　　 "The grievance between you and me is over."

　　

　　 Ling Xian faintly glanced at the Lord of the Hall of War, without intending to make a move.

　　

　　The Lord of the Battle Hall forcibly urged Jiu Miao Yin, and he was on the verge of death, and it would take a long time before his body and spirit were destroyed.

　　

　　 "I can't kill you, it doesn't mean that Saint Ten Thousand Sect can't kill you either."

　　

The lord of 　　 battle hall looked at Ling Xian deeply and said: "I am waiting for you on Huangquan Road."

　　

　　 After finishing, he disappeared like a cloud of smoke, leaving no trace.

　　

　　 "You can go with peace of mind, I will collect this debt for you." The old man Tsing Yi's eyes were cold, and his killing intent was awe-inspiring.

　　

　　 "Do you have the ability to recover?"

　　

　　 "Now, but two to one."

　　

　　 Ling Xian's eyes narrowed, one-on-one. Neither he nor the red-haired old man could rival the old man in Tsing Yi, but two against one, the outcome is unpredictable.

　　

　　 "So what? No matter how many ants, can they shake the tree?" The old man in Tsing Yi sneered, not paying attention to Ling Xian and the red-haired old man.

　　

　　 "You look down on us too much, and you overestimate yourself too." Ling Xian said lightly. Although he was seriously injured, it did not affect his combat effectiveness.

　　

　　 teaming up with the red-haired old man, coupled with the many backgrounds of Jingsheng Palace, is enough to fight the old man in Tsing Yi.

　　

　　 "I'm too lazy to talk nonsense with you, let's do it." The old man in Tsing Yi was condescending, like a supreme god, overlooking the common people.

　　

　　"In this battle, either he died or we died."

　　

　　 Lingxian looked solemn and said: "So, do your best."

　　

The voice of 　　 fell, and he used the strongest posture, like the resurrection of the fairy king, shaking the heavens and all realms.

　　

　　 The red-haired old man no longer kept it, using all the background of Jingsheng Palace.

　　

　　 Boom!

　　

　　The wind is surging~IndoMTL.com~ The sky is dark and dark, Ling Xian teamed up with the red-haired old man to launch a stormy offensive against the old man in Tsing Yi.

　　

　　 Brush!

　　

　　 a sword came out, ten thousand swords fell, the old man in Tsing Yi displayed his unparalleled ** against Ling Xian and the red-haired old man.

　　

　　 In just a few breaths, the three of them made more than 200 strokes. If it hadn't been for the red-haired old man to use the secret treasure, the Shocking Sacred Palace would have been razed to the ground.

　　

　　 "Give me to die!"

　　

　　 The old man in Tsing Yi yelled, and a huge black hole emerged, releasing unmatched suction, as if even the sky and the earth could be sucked in.

　　

　　 This made the red-haired old man's complexion drastically changed, and Ling Xian was also moved.

　　

　　 However, he didn't panic, there was a stealer, he was not afraid of suction!

　　

　　 At the moment, Ling Xian used the condensed hand of the Heaven Stealer to forcefully smash the black hole. (To be continued.)