Painting of the Nine Immortals - Chapter 2797

The immortal soul transforms the day, the immortal transforms the moon, the unceasing transforms the star.

The three lights appear together, the boulevard is roaring, Ling Xian is engulfing all realms, and he has exclusive respect for nine days and ten places.

Today, he is not weak to fall to the immortal, comparable to the immortal king, even if the strongest hero of the seven ancestors, he is not his opponent.

“The three most difficult roads in Wangu have all come to an end!”

The heroic man took a breath of cool air, and couldn’t hide his shock.

The rest of the ancestors also lost heart.

They are the ancestors who lived with heaven and earth and with the sun and the moon. They were accustomed to the strong winds and waves, let alone shock them, and it was difficult to be surprised.

But at the moment, they were all shocked.

The three most difficult roads for all ages are already against the sky. Lingxian is approaching the end. It is so incredible that even the ancestors think they are dreaming.

All sentient beings are even more so.

If it weren’t for dreams, how could anyone embark on the three most difficult roads of all ages, and all approach the end?

“unbelievable…”

Tiandi couldn’t hide his consternation. He inherited the memory of the last immortal king. Naturally, it is clear how difficult the three most powerful roads of ancient times are.

Not to mention three roads, which can approach the end of a road, can be called Zhen Gu Shuo Jin!

It is no exaggeration to say that Lingxian has surpassed all sages in the three most powerful roads of eternity, no matter whether it is Tianzun or Fairy King!

“If you don’t get rid of this person, you will become a confidant!”

Yingwu man looked ugly, he also embarked on the road of immortal soul, but compared with Lingxian, no doubt overshadowed.

Therefore, he was jealous.

The other saints also wanted to obliterate Lingxian.

One is because of jealousy, and the other is because Ling Xian is too bad, no one can imagine how high his future achievements will be.

The immortal king is approaching the end of three invincible roads. If he set foot in the immortal king’s realm, how strong is he?

Seeing the envy of Yingwu men, the world was stunned and shocked to the point where it could not be added.

It is so-called to be jealous without being jealous. Even the invincible who is amazing all the time is jealous of Ling Xian. It is conceivable how amazing he is.

“You guys, all **** it.” Ling Xian’s eyes were red, and the blood-colored storm swept the galaxy, sharp and smashing the heavens.

The four great soul-cultivating treasures then glowed, and Wen-yang raised the eight-immortal residual soul suspended in the nine-immortal map, but it was useless.

Baxian’s face is still dull, and his eyes are still awkward. Obviously, he has lost his wisdom. Even if he finds Requiem, it may not bring him back to life.

This made Ling Xian feel heartbroken and distraught.

He couldn’t bear the pain of losing his loved one, roaring skyward, helpless and angry as never before.

He had only one thought at the moment, killing the ancestors and avenging the Eight Immortals!

Xiao Zi was also furious.

The Emperor Pingran is regarded as her master, and the true immortals such as Lian Cang Qiong treat her well, and the eight immortal souls are scattered. How can she not be angry?

“Go to death!”

Xiao Zi was crazy, and she was shocked by Xinghe, regardless of her life, she only wanted to kill the enemy.

However, the black ancestor cannot be shaken.

He is comparable to the existence of the Holy King. Even if Xiao Zi is the two gods and has the spiritual roots to help him, he is not his opponent.

“This battle is over.” The black ancestor indifferent, the holy sword illuminated the galaxy, running through the heart of Xiao Zi.

boom!

The flesh was broken, blood stained the red starry sky, and Xiao Zi’s soul was weak and almost dissipated.

To her, the black ancestor is an invincible existence, and it is already a miracle to survive to this day.

“The last sword, to take you on the road.”

The Saint Ancestor in black looked indifferent, cut off with a sword, and the invincible power destroyed Xinghe, but he failed to smash Xiaozi’s soul.

On the occasion of a critical strike, Ling Xian arrived in time to block the sword of Shengzu with the immortal day, and collected Xiaozi’s soul into the nine immortals map.

“I want to kill the people, you can’t stop them.” The black ancestors of the black robes shone fiercely, the holy sword was as heavy as a mountain, crushing the starry sky and suppressing all realms.

Boom boom!

The sun and the moon eclipsed, and the galaxy shuddered, even the emperor’s heart moved.

This sword is unmatched and powerful, and under the immortal king, few people can block it!

“Wrong, I can’t kill anyone I want to save.”

Ling Xian’s body is immensely light, shining like the sun, shining and immortal, blocking Xeon sword with bare hands.

This moved the black ancestor. He was very clear about the power of this sword, saying that it was his strongest blow, but Ling Xian blocked it with his bare hands. How could he not be surprised?

The Yingwu man was also surprised.

He thought that Ling Xian had been overestimated, but he did not expect it to be underestimated.

Shake the holy sword with bare hands, no blood, no scars.

At this moment, the ancestor of the Great Emperor’s Heart used the Yuanshen Beast, the **** Niu’s nine eyes opened, indicating that he was the ancestor of the Qiang ethnic group, and that he was doing his best.

boom!

The starry sky burst, Tiandi’s heart shattered through bones, and his flesh was blurred.

If he is not comparable to the immortal king, and he is guarded by the immortal king’s enlightenment device, then he has died.

Roar!

A roar shattered the sun and the moon, a mighty peace for nine days, the divine cow’s nine eyes shook the world, and the emperor’s heart worsened, and his life was suspended.

The four major elixir shot in time, the fairy light shines on the world, and heals the wound with the power of the origin.

Ling Xian also arrived in time. When she thought about the Tao, she opened the world with one hand and forced the Qiang ancestors to retreat.

Unfortunately, it’s too late.

The emperor’s heart was too severe, and the **** Niu Weili continued to destroy his physical body. Even if the four immortals were doing their best, he could not be cured for a moment.

“Sorry, I care.”

Emperor Tian smiled bitterly. His strength was above the ancestors of the Qiang people. The reason why he was seriously injured was because his heart was lost.

He inherited the memories of the last immortal king, and in the memory of the last immortal king, the eight immortals were born and died.

As a result, he was distracted by grief and was severely injured by his opponent.

Fortunately, Heavenly Emperor’s heart is guarded by the Immortal King Taoist Device. Although he loses his combat power and lives, it will not fall.

All souls change color, and no one expected that the situation would become so bad as the Eight Immortals disappeared.

Xiao Zi’s body was broken, and the emperor’s heart was dying seriously. Even if the immortal medicine healed him, he could no longer fight with the ancestor in a short time.

In other words, Lingxian will fight against the four great ancestors with his own strength.

The difference is too wide, and the world is not enough to explain it. How can there be a chance of success?

Everyone is desperate,

Is Lingxian strong?

Very strong!

This is the fact that no one can deny. Even the most fearsome hero of the seven ancestors is not his opponent.

However, the enemy is not only the heroic men, but also the three great ancestors!

All three are close to the existence of the Holy King. Who can fight with them together?

“The big picture is set.”

The Yingwu man laughed loudly, Tian Geyao pointed at Ling Xian, and said, “Your robe, waiting for you on Huangquan Road, don’t hurry up?”

“They’re not waiting for me, but you.”

Ling Xian’s expression was calm, staring eyes were deep, no sadness, no despair.

It is true that there is no chance of confronting the four great ancestors with one’s own strength, but what then?

Is he afraid?

will not!

There is no surrender, no abandonment, no fear in Lingxian’s dictionary!

“Does it make sense to speak up until now?”

The Yingwu man glanced at Ling Xian and said, “The building will fall, and you will not be able to get back to heaven.”