Painting of the Nine Immortals Chapter 2661: Forcing

? Dadao Mausoleum, next to the blood pond.

　　

　　 Ling Xian stood with his hand in his hand, looking at the calm and mysterious blood, his sword brows wrinkled slightly, and he didn't know how to solve the sealed ancestor of the blood pool.

　　

　　 This person is the most terrifying blood clan in the history of Sanctuary, not weaker than the sea god, not weaker than the sky demon.

　　

　　 What's even more frightening is that this person is the real strongest person, and even the last immortal king who has been amazing forever is not his opponent.

　　

　　 Although this person has been sealed, it is undoubtedly difficult to get rid of him, unless Ling Xian can become the fairy king.

　　

　　 "Little guy, you are beyond my expectation."

　　

　　 The calm blood pool is surging, and a celestial shadow emerges, imposing and imposing, but returning to the basics and unpredictable.

　　

　　He is the only remaining descendant of the blood clan, and the strongest in the world. Looking at the two realms of the ages, he can beat him, but only by one hand.

　　

　　 "You also exceeded my expectations." Ling Xian sighed softly. In the past, the seal still had 50% power, enough to suppress the saint king of the blood family for three hundred years.

　　

　　 Now, there are only 30% left, and it would be nice to be able to seal this person for a hundred years.

　　

　　 "Perfect body, your body, I'm going to fix it." The Saint King of the Blood Race had a glowing eyes, and he made no secret of his possessive desire for Ling Xian's body.

　　

　　Besides greed, there are also surprises.

　　

　　 Although not as obvious as the Lord of the Four Forbidden Zones, it is enough to prove that he was also shocked by Ling Xian's achievements.

　　

　　 There is no way, Ling Xian's achievements are too defying, even the Holy King Tianzun will have to shake.

　　

　　 "My physical body, you can't take it away."

　　

　　 Ling Xian said lightly, the seal can suppress the saint king of the blood clan for a hundred years, when this person is born, he may have become the fairy king long ago.

　　

　　It's not always certain who kills who.

　　

　　 "You are my prey, even if you become the fairy king, you can't escape my palm."

　　

　　 The Saint King of the Blood Race smiled, his foundation is perfect, his body is even stronger and unmatched, but compared with Ling Xian, it is undoubtedly too inferior.

　　

　　 is not combat power, but potential.

　　

　　He has come to the end, he can't make any step forward, and he is unwilling to stop. He wants to become the first person in the eternal age to overtake the Immortal King Tianzun.

　　

　　 Lingxian, undoubtedly has the potential of eternal invincibility.

　　

　　 "You have lost your arrogance, even if you take my physical body, you can't stand against the sky."

　　

　　 Ling Xian glanced at the saint king of the blood clan. He heard the dialogue between the Lord of the Sea of ​​Reincarnation and the saint ancestor of the Xu clan. He knew that the blood clan would rather die than surrender, and he knew that this person would abandon his dignity and betray the tribe.

　　

　　 "There is something in the words."

　　

　　The Saint King of the Blood Race narrowed his eyes and said: "It seems that you know some old things."

　　

　　"It should be a glorious past. Of course, for you, this is an indelible shame."

　　

　　 Lingxian looked indifferent, and the person in front of him was the only surviving person of the blood clan. With his toes, he thought and knew that this person had taken refuge in the Sanctuary Heavenly Way.

　　

　　 "It will irritate me, it will not do you any good." The blood saint king looked calm, but deep in his eyes, there was a chill.

　　

　　 "There is indeed no benefit, but there is no harm either."

　　

　　"You at this moment, but you can't help me."

　　

　　 Ling Xian smiled faintly, the saint king of the blood clan kept saying that he wanted to take his body, and looked down at him in a high posture, how could he not fight back?

　　

　　 "There is nothing at this moment. It does not mean the future. I can't do anything with you."

　　

　　 "When I am born, the first thing is to kill you." The saint king of blood has deep eyes, he wants to go to the next level, and also wants to get rid of the sanctuary.

　　

　　 is his only hope to win Ling Xian's body.

　　

　　 "I will wait and see."

　　

　　 "Get back to the subject, I'm here to warn you, stay honestly, don't move any evil thoughts."

　　

　　 Lingxian looked indifferent, Dadao Mausoleum is a part of the fairy world, and if you want to repair the fairy world, you can’t get around the saint king of the blood clan.

　　

　　 Although this person has been sealed, he is the strongest person who killed the last immortal king after all.

　　

　　 "Do you want to repair the fairy world?"

　　

　　 The saint king of the blood clan spoke lightly. It is not difficult to guess, one is because Ling Xian has already set foot in the fairyland, and the other is because he can make trouble from it, only to prevent the recovery of the fairyland.

　　

　　 "Yes, you'd better be honest, otherwise, I have a hundred ways to make you unhappy." Ling Xian glanced at the saint king of the blood clan faintly.

　　

　　 He didn't boast, and sent the saint king of the blood family on the road. He couldn't do it. He couldn't do it if he sealed this person for 300 years.

　　

　　 However, he can change the seal formation to make him suffer.

　　

　　 "I don't believe it."

　　

　　 "Do you use decoration for being the last immortal king?"

　　

　　 The Saint King of the Blood Race shook his head and laughed, and said: "This blast suppressed me, but it also protected me. I want to hurt me through this blast. I'm crazy about dreams."

　　

　　 "I hope you will be able to say this sentence in a moment." Ling Xian said lightly, the last immortal king was astounding forever, and his array of accomplishments was only inferior to Feng Qingming.

　　

　　 Therefore, he can't break the formation that seals the Saint King of the Blood Race, but it is not difficult to change a bit.

　　

　　 "Let's do it, I want to see what gave you the courage to warn me." The sage king of the blood family had cold eyes, and the killing intent was looming.

　　

　　He is the strongest man who killed the last immortal king. In his eyes, Ling Xian is no different from an ant. When an ant warns him, how can he not be angry?

　　

　　 "Since you want to taste the taste of pain, then I have to fulfill you."

　　

　　 Ling Xian's eyebrows are light, her hands are knotted with mysterious seals, and endless formation patterns emerge, blending with the seal fairy formations.

　　

　　He doesn't know what the name of this formation is. He thinks it is the original creation of the last immortal king. Although it has no power to attack, the power of sealing is not weaker than the prison immortal formation.

　　

　　 It is no easy task to change this formation, and it is impossible for a leader among the great masters of the formation.

　　

　　 Fortunately, Ling Xian's formation skills are close to Feng Qingming, so it is not difficult for this formation to have the power to attack temporarily.

　　

　　 Therefore, in just a few moments, the fairy formation has the power to attack.

　　

　　 "Watch out, if you can't hold it, remember to say it."

　　

　　 Ling Xian smiled faintly, the fairy light, like a billions of divine needles, pierced the soul of the saint king of blood.

　　

　　 Under normal circumstances, any formation can't hurt the Saint King of the Blood Race, let alone hurt the soul directly.

　　

　　 is possible because the immortal formation has sealed the saint king of the blood clan~IndoMTL.com~ He who is in the formation is no different from a mortal.

　　

　　 "You can change this array..."

　　

　　The saint king of the blood clan changed color, first because he didn't expect that Lingxian's formation was behind him, and second because of severe pain.

　　

　　 It hurts too much.

　　

　　 "Be soft, I have no intention of making things difficult for you. As long as you don't get in the way, we can live in peace."

　　

　　 Ling Xian glanced at the saint king of the blood clan faintly, and said: "Otherwise, I have nothing to lose, but you will not want to live."

　　

　　"This pain, you want me to be softened, you are too underestimating me." The saint king of the blood clan sneered and resisted the severe pain.

　　

　　"Then you just gritted your teeth and persisted. I would like to see how long you can last." Ling Xian smiled faintly, closed his eyes and waited quietly.

　　

　　 "Boy, when I am born, you will surely make you better than dead." The saint king of the blood family has a gloomy face. He is the strongest person in the world. Has he ever suffered such a big humiliation?

　　

　　 "I'm waiting." Ling Xian didn't even look at the saint king of the blood family, but patiently waited for this person to subdue.

　　

　　Time passed quietly. Three hours later, the Saint King of the Blood Race couldn’t hold it anymore. He gritted his teeth and said: "You win, I promise you."

　　

　　 "A wise decision."

　　

　　 Lingxian smiled, and the saint king of the blood clan was the last obstacle. This person was soft, which meant that he could mend the heavenly path of the immortal world.

　　

　　

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