Painting of the Nine Immortals - Chapter 2851

In Lingxian’s knowledge of the sea, the proud king of heaven stands with his hands in his hands.

He is the head of Wufang Tiandi, one of the most powerful beings from ancient times to the present. Only two Xeon Heavenly Kings can win him.

The sacred king of the blood tribe was gloomy. I didn’t expect to be here. When I saw the head of the five emperors, he didn’t expect that the king of proud heaven was not a residual soul.

This is undoubtedly tricky for him.

Although the battle with the realm, King Ao Tianxian lost to Ling Xian, but can not be said that King Ao Tianxian is weak.

He is the strongest immortal king from ancient times to the present. Except for the Supreme Celestial Master, no one in the two circles is his opponent, even the ancestor of the blood race.

If it is a residual soul, the holy king of the blood tribe is not afraid, but the proud king of heaven can get five souls to raise to Baowen for sixty years, and the soul has been restored as before.

It is undoubtedly difficult to suppress him and seize Ling Xian’s body.

“Blood without cliff, it’s been a long time.”

Aotian Xianwang smiled slightly and said, “You are really living and going back, and you want to take the flesh of a junior, do you want a face?”

“It’s my turn that doesn’t make any sense to you.” The Holy King of the Blood Race looked cold and said, “His physical body, I want to make a decision, you better not get involved.”

“Are you threatening me?”

King Ao Tianxian shook his head and laughed, and said, “If you want to kill Ling Xian, I can’t control it, but you want to take his physical body and enter his sea of ​​knowledge, then I can manage it.”

Hearing that the sacred king of the blood race looked ugly and speechless.

He is the most powerful man who has swept across all realms. As long as he leaves Lingxian’s sea of ​​knowledge, it is not difficult to kill the soul of Ao Tianxian, but Ao Tianxian is not a fool. How could he let him leave?

“It’s easier to get in than to get in.”

“I advised you not to come in. Unfortunately, you don’t listen.”

Ling Xian smiled a little, and the soul-cultivating magnetic field was amazing. As early as 20 years ago, the remnant soul of Aotian Xian returned to its peak, no less than half the soul of the blood sacred king.

Therefore, the Holy Blood King cannot kill his soul, nor can he leave his consciousness in a short time.

And Ling Xian only needs half an hour to be able to land on the immortal king’s realm. At that time, even if the sacred king of the blood race leaves his sea of ​​knowledge, there is nothing he can do.

“How dare you count me.” The sacred king of the blood race furiously rushed to the crown. If he had known that the Aotian immortal king knew the sea in Lingxian, he would not have come in.

“I only allow you to take my flesh, do I not allow me to count you?”

Ling Xian shook her head with a smile and said, “If you want to blame, blame yourself. If you don’t want to take my body, how can I count you?”

It was said that the blood of the Holy King’s lungs was exploding, but there was nothing to say.

As Ling Xian said, he can’t blame anyone, only his greed.

“I regret.”

The sacred king of the blood race glanced at Ling Xian coldly and said, “I shouldn’t take your flesh, I should kill you directly.”

“It’s late. For half an hour, you can’t leave my sea of ​​knowledge.”

“After half an hour, I am already the fairy king, and then the dead will be you.”

Ling Xian smiled slightly. The Holy King of the Blood Race was the most powerful of the two kingdoms of Megatron. He was stronger than the five most powerful races, and was the first person in the sanctuary.

However, the sacred king of the blood tribe cannot surpass the Son of God, but he, even the Son of God cannot exist.

“You look down on me too much, I don’t really get your physical body, but your life is settled.”

The blood of the sacred king’s eyes is cold, and the soul of the proud heaven **** is not weaker than him. It has become the mirror and water moon to capture Ling Xian’s body.

The only thing he could do was to make Ling Xian better than death and report his revenge.

“You were wrong, Ling Xian didn’t look down on you.”

Aotian Xianwang smiled and said, “Do you know his record?”

“Which enlightened person is not a brilliant record, shocking the world?” The sneer of the blood tribe sneered, and the physical body of Ao Tianxian looked down on him, which fully proved how amazing Ling Xian was.

I also know with my toes that his record is boundless.

However, any enlightened person is astonishing through the ages, overwhelming heroes.

The sacred king of the blood is the best among them, so he doesn’t consider himself weaker than Lingxian.

“Yes, but his record is exceptionally brilliant.”

King Ao Tianxian sighed and said, “You and I show up, how successful are you?”

“Five or five.”

The **** holy king frowned slightly. He had an invincible mind. Even the last immortal king was not his opponent, but he was unsure of the victory of the proud king of the top five heavenly emperors.

“If I say, I will be defeated by Ling Xian in the war with the realm. What do you think?”

The proud king of the heavens sighed softly. He expected Lingxian to surpass himself, no matter the combat strength or the situation, but he did not expect that this day would come so fast.

If the two deities are the first benchmark, then he is the second benchmark. Throughout the history of the youth, I do n’t know how many horrible monsters want to surpass him, but none of them succeed.

Ling Xian surpassed him at the age of 300, which is unprecedented.

“Are you defeated?”

“It’s not just me, Jimo Xuexue also lost the girl. Although we are the first day of evolution, but the combat power is no different.”

King Aotian immortal said with emotion, “Yes, the Son of God has also lost, you should understand what the Son of God means.”

“Even the son of Cang is defeated?”

The sacred king of the blood race trembles, and the son of God, such as God of Heaven, if he is against the King of Heaven, he has a 50% chance of winning. If he kills the God of Heaven, he has only 30% chance of winning.

Ling Xian’s victory over the Son of God is equivalent to suppressing Hongjun Tianzun and suppressing him.

“He is comparable to Hongjun Tianzun, comparable to Pangu Tianzun. Suppressing you, isn’t he here?” Aotian Xianwang smiled, thankfully in the last life, Ling Xian was born and rises.

Otherwise, even if he returns to the top, he cannot save the universe.

“The immortal king speaks heavily. I am a little worse than the two deities.” Ling Xian shook her head slightly, not because she was modest, but indeed worse than the deities.

The son of God is far worse than Hongjun Tianzun. The suppression of this person does not mean the suppression of Hongjun Tianzun, but the suppression of the sacred king of the blood tribe is indeed a capture.

“Maybe a little worse now.”

King Aotian smiled slightly and said, “Wait for you to become immortal, immortal soul, and endless law, the two deities are not as good as you.”

Hearing that, Ling Xian sighed and said nothing.

The immortal king is close at hand, but it can be repaired into an immortal body, but he still can’t see hope, let alone go through the three most powerful ways of eternity.

“Hahaha, my vision is right.”

“Lingxian, you deserve my hard work!”

The sacred king of the tribe laughed loudly, his eyes resembling the core fire of Da Ri, and it was extremely hot.

Before that, he was very eager to capture Ling Xian’s body. At this moment, he learned that King Ao Tian Xian, Emperor Hei Chaoran, and the Son of God lost to Ling Xian, and he was firm in his mind.

Moreover, he has no way back.

To capture Lingxian’s physical body, he still has some vitality. If Lingxian comes to the immortal kingdom, he will surely die.

“Desperately useless, it’s better to look back on your life and explain your last words.” Aotian Xianwang smiled lightly.

“If I win, why should I tell my last words?”

“If I lose, what’s the use of telling last words?”

The sacred king of the blood tribe swallowed the heavens, and the sacred spear of the soul pointed to the proud king of heaven, saying: “Fight, you live and die, you don’t have to say much.”