Painting of the Nine Immortals Chapter 2622: The legend ends
In the galaxy, Lingxian's demon is supreme, using three lights and seven bones to kill the four great ancestors.
The soul of the holy ancestor was also imprisoned by him, unable to move.
This result shocked all beings. Everyone looked sluggish. Even if they saw it with their own eyes, they felt that they were dreaming.
It's really incredible. To suppress the four invincibles who are comparable to the holy king with one's own power is simply against the sky!
"He turned the tide and saved sentient beings, he actually did it..."
"Hahaha, the sky has eyes, we are saved."
"It's over. The biggest storm in 30,000 years has finally subsided."
The world is ecstatic, and some old people who are about to die are even crying, and they are too excited to hold on.
Before, all spirits thought that the end was coming. At this moment the storm has subsided and the universe sees the light. How can sentient beings not cry with joy?
After crying and laughing, people all over the world looked at the immortal shadow, without words of praise or gratitude.
It's not unwilling, but outspoken.
Ling Xian turned into a demon and calmed down the storm. He is a well-deserved hero. His outstanding achievements are comparable to the legendary Three Emperors and Five Emperors!
This is a fact that no one can deny, and does not require praise from the world.
Strength is even more unnecessary.
The record against the sky is there. Lingxian who has become the devil can be said to be the strongest below the immortal king, and any commendatory words are superfluous.
"Open it to me!"
The heroic man roared, burned the holy soul, and struggled wildly.
The other three holy ancestors also tried their best to break free from Lingxian's confinement.
However, he couldn't shake a single bit.
None of the four people in the heyday were Lingxian’s opponents, let alone the souls?
The four great ancestors are desperate, and they all regret it.
Unfortunately, it was too late.
Lingxian, who was utterly desolate, just wanted to obliterate the four people, and didn't bother to listen to their last words.
With a palm falling, the three lights compete for glory, and the soul of the saint ancestor is like a light smoke, disappearing with the wind.
So far, the most thrilling battle in 30,000 years has come to an end.
The universe won, but it was also a terrible victory.
The handsome man and the white-clothed saint ancestor died together, the Demon Buddha Wuwei also went to Huangquan with his opponent, Xiaozi's body was shattered, and his soul fell asleep.
Although the Eight Immortals are not ignorant, they are no different from the living dead. Even if the five great soul-raising treasures are warm and nurturing for thousands of years, they may not be able to recover.
Ling Xian is even more miserable, he is about to destroy his body and spirit, and there is no possibility of resurrection at all.
"A tragic battle. Fortunately, the universe has won." The Emperor sighed softly, looking at the mighty Lingxian, fortunately, but also worried.
The world is also worried.
The holy ancestor is dead, Ling Xian lost his opponent, it is very possible to slaughter sentient beings, and with his unique strength in the world, who can fight?
Even if the emperor's heart hurt is healed, and the fairy weapon and fairy medicine give all his help, it will not be able to stop Ling Xian's supreme edge.
But in the next moment, the world realized that their worries were unnecessary.
Because, Ling Xian looked at the city of aspirations and showed a soft smile.
The eyes are still red, and the killing intent is still cold. Anyone who sees it will be cold and frightened.
But his smile is warm and welcoming, like the rising sun, illuminating the nine heavens and ten earth, and the galaxy is eclipsed.
It was a pleasant smile, a reluctant smile.
After killing the soul of the saint ancestor, Lingxian regained his sanity. It was not that the side effects of Huamoxian bone disappeared, but that he was about to die.
As he died, he was sober, looking back on this life, with mixed feelings.
When I was young, I couldn't practice, and I was bullied and humiliated. There was only a book of "Who's Who from Kyushu" by my side, dreaming that one day I would become a great power in the world.
Apprentice to refine the sky, unlock the seal of God, and the fate is turning.
Slay thousands of miles with the sword, and with the power of pill formation, slay the Yuan Ying against the sky!
In the Palace of Tianjiao, sweep the wizards from all directions and overwhelm the heroes of the world, and become the first Tianjiao in the immortal world!
Take the body as the way, internalize the world, and embark on the road of immortality with your own strength!
Break the great formation of sealing the sky and lock the earth, smash the gloomy conspiracy, and become the first human race to let the demon race willingly erect a monument to reciting!
Slicing the Sun King, defeating the feather of the immortal body, shaking the invincible faith of the Holy Heaven of the Book, makes Chi Liaoyuan feel ashamed.
Sweeping the seven most powerful evildoers in the world, the name of the first person in the same generation is well deserved!
The foundation is flawless, the king returns, as the emperor, he is respected in the world!
Kill the ancestors of the Gu family, exterminate the three top masters, and aspire to the top in the city of aspirations. There is no doubt about the name of the great emperor!
Sacrifice oneself and transform into a demon, kill the four great ancestors against the sky, turn the tide of the situation, and help the mansion!
Counting down the brilliance of Lingxian's cultivation so far, which one is not against the sky?
And this is only a small part. If Lingxian's life and deeds are made public, even if the fairy king Tianzun listens to it, he will have a legend.
Unfortunately, the legend is about to end.
Reluctance, regret, guilt and other emotions are intertwined in Ling Xian's heart, but there is no regret.
The three difficulties of life, no guilt, no regrets, and no regrets.
For the first two, Ling Xian didn't do it. He was ashamed of Lin Qingyi and too many people.
He also had too many regrets. He failed to stay together with Lin Qingyi, failed to aspire to the highest and invincible forever.
However, Ling Xian does not regret it.
Let him choose one more time, and he will still sacrifice himself to become a demon and guard the universe.
"Master, your wish, I have completed half of it, and I can only give the rest to others."
Looking at the colorful Nine Immortals, Ling Xian sighed softly. The Eight Immortals' wish was to make the universe completely peaceful~IndoMTL.com~ he was unable to accomplish it.
Don't say that he is about to fall, even if he is alive, he will not be able to destroy the sanctuary and kill the sanctuary heaven.
"Xiao Zi, I will leave the task of finding the Requiem Flame to you. I hope you can resurrect the Eight Immortals and protect the universe for me."
Ling Xian sighed, thinking of the Ninth Immortal who hadn't awakened yet, there was one more regret and a point of helplessness.
He is a mortal man. The only thing he can do is to look back on this life and leave a fire of hope for the universe.
At the moment, he exhausted his last strength to exile the Nine Immortals.
Xiao Zi just fell asleep temporarily. When she wakes up, she will guard the Nine Immortals and look for the Requiem Flame.
"Tsing Yi, I want to die in your arms, but unfortunately, my body can't hold it anymore."
Ling Xian is bitter, his physical body looks intact, but in fact it is already broken, and will completely collapse when he moves.
The soul is almost broken.
The side effects of Huamoxian Bone cannot be countered. If Ling Xian had not been for the immortal soul, the immortal body was only one step away, the form and spirit would have disappeared long ago.
Therefore, even if Ling Xian takes one step, he can fly hundreds of millions of kilometers and cannot see Lin Qingyi again.
"Farewell, the universe, farewell, Tsing Yi."
Mumbling to himself, Ling Xian glanced at the universe with nostalgia, his body collapsed and his soul dissipated.
The rain of blood shed, falling into darkness forever.
The picture freezes at this moment, the eyes of all beings are red, crying and roaring, even if it is the immortal medicine, they are sad and weeping.
Unfortunately, tears are useless, and roars are useless.
All living beings can only watch and watch the hero disintegrate and the legend ends.
No one noticed that when Ling Xian disintegrated, an object flew out of his storage bag, covering his dissipated three souls and seven souls, disappearing.
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Finally finished writing this big plot. It has been very painful to write these days. I hope that it will go smoothly and give you a good ending.
(End of this chapter)