Painting of the Nine Immortals

Chapter 1370 Martial Spirit Shows Its Power

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"I hope a year later, you can still speak the language of today."

The cold words fell, and the audience fell silent.

Everyone present was stunned, and then burst into laughter.

"It's ridiculous, you are indeed a world-shattering talent. After a few years, you will definitely become a hero, and may even become the most powerful person in the world. But at this moment, you are only the fifth realm."

"Yes, let alone so many of our sixth-level powerhouses, even if there is only one, it is enough to kill you."

"One year later, funny, do you have this time?"

Everyone tried their best to ridicule, but they didn't take Ling Xian seriously.

After all, the strength he showed was only the fifth realm, and in the case of a big realm difference, everyone would think that he had no chance of winning.

Ling Xian thought so too.

His serious injury has not healed, and his mana, soul and body are not at their peak state, and at most, they can exert their combat power at the peak of choosing the path. Therefore, he didn't plan to fight, he just wanted to leave this place as soon as possible, and when he returned to the peak, he would be relieved of his anger!

"One year later, see for yourself."

Ling Xian's expression was icy cold, and as the stars flickered, the Nine Heavens Divine Wings appeared in the world.

This made the middle-aged man frown, and he immediately blocked it, but he only felt that Ling Xian had disappeared in front of him.

Jiutianyi is the supreme speed that can compete with Kunpeng, especially after the fusion of Thunder and Fire Escape, it is a bit stronger. In such a short distance, let alone a sixth-level cultivator, even if the seventh-level master came, he would not be able to stop Ling Xian.

"So fast!"

The middle-aged man's pupils shrank, suddenly turned around, and then flew over the space crack.

Seeing this, all the monks in the sixth realm also chased after them.

Obviously, the inheritance here has been taken away by Ling Xian, so they naturally have to chase.

Those monks below the sixth realm did not pursue them.

Because Ling Xian can compete with the emperor, in the realm of choosing the path, he can definitely afford the word invincibility. If they catch up, it will be no different from courting death.

"The speed is very fast, but unfortunately, you can't escape!"

The middle-aged man sneered,

When the eyebrows glowed, a dense forest suddenly appeared in front of him.

Each ancient tree was thousands of zhang high, as vigorous as a horned dragon, and automatically formed a strange magic formation, which lay in front of Ling Xian.

It is this person's martial spirit, Prisoner Wood Forest.

This is a spirit-level martial spirit, which can create a dense forest out of thin air, which can both defend and trap people.

This made Ling Xian frown and had to stop moving forward.

Because the dense forest not only blocked his way, but also hidden countless branches. Once he entered, he would definitely be imprisoned.

However, Ling Xian did not panic, his eyebrows lit up, and he also used his martial arts.

I saw the colorful Nascent Soul burst out of the world, and between the seals of both hands, a legendary light of the beginning of time was emitted.

Although this light was dim and slow, when it shone into the dense forest, an incredible scene happened.

Originally, the dense forest was thousands of feet high, several times higher than the position where Ling Xian was suspended. But when the light of the beginning of time was scattered, the giant tree of thousands of feet kept shrinking, and it shrank by two-thirds in the blink of an eye, which was exactly the height he could pass.

This made the group of people sluggish, unable to figure out what happened, especially the middle-aged man, who set off a huge wave in his heart.

His martial spirit has been cracked and smashed, but it has not been weakened!

Therefore, he really couldn't figure out why the imprisoned forest would shrink by two-thirds.

"As expected of the legendary light of the very beginning, it's really not bad." Ling Xian raised the corner of his mouth, revealing a smile of joy.

Although the imprisoned forest has not completely disappeared, he is already satisfied.

Don't forget that his current power of the soul can only exert the power of the peak of choosing the way, which is much worse than that of the middle-aged man. Martial soul is even worse.

In this case, the light of the beginning can make the imprisoned forest retreat to one-third of the time, which is already extremely against the sky!

Therefore, Ling Xian was very satisfied, and then urged Jiutianyi to fly over the trapped forest with ease.

But at this moment, a cyan Peng bird suddenly appeared above him.

It is a hundred feet long, its wings cover the sky, and its feathers are as sharp as a sword, making people shudder.

There is no doubt that this is another martial spirit, and from the perspective of the momentum it releases, even if it cannot reach the king level, it is definitely the pinnacle of the spiritual level!

brush!

The cyan Dapeng swooped down, and its sharp claws tore through the void, like a peerless fairy sword, with the power to open the sky and split the earth.

"It's really difficult..."

Ling Xian was helpless, but she didn't panic at all, instead she showed a bit of anticipation.

Immediately, the seven-colored Nascent Soul formed a seal with both hands, and another beam of light from the beginning was emitted.

Suddenly, the strange reappearance made everyone sluggish.

I saw the cyan Dapeng, which was still covering the sky just a moment ago, but at this moment it shrank rapidly, and in just a few breaths, it shrank to the size of a palm.

I'll go to your uncle!

Is this still the majestic Dapeng bird that covers the sky and the sun? It's like a newly born chick!

Everyone's eyes are about to pop out, especially the owner of the Peng Bird Martial Spirit, who is even more horrified.

Because he has never encountered such a situation, let alone heard of it, and the unknown is undoubtedly extremely terrifying.

"Now, let's see how you can still be aggressive."

Ling Xian smiled faintly. It was naturally difficult for him to compete with the great Peng Bird that covered the sky, but the Peng Bird with a big palm would have no pressure.

At the moment, he just waved his sleeves and swept it away.

With a cry of grief, the slap-sized Peng Bird dissipated, causing its master to spurt blood and be furious.

The rest were also angry and felt humiliated.

In their eyes, Ling Xian is no different from the ants, and they can easily win. However, he broke two spirit-level spirits in a row, which not only humiliated the two spirit masters, but also humiliated everyone.

Therefore, everyone was angry, and all kinds of martial spirits came out, shaking Tianyu.

This made Ling Xian moved.

One or two things are better to say, the light of the light of the early days can be completely dealt with, but if there are so many, it will not be able to cope.

After all, the light of the beginning cannot be used indefinitely. With his current mana, he can activate it up to five times. Above this limit, mana will be drained.

Therefore, Ling Xian did not want to fight, and tried his best to mobilize the Nine Heavens Divine Wing.

However, there are too many martial spirits, and their abilities are also varied and strange. Therefore, no matter how fast and alert he is, it is difficult to guard against the strange and changeable spirit.

brush!

A golden needle roared and pierced Ling Xian's left wing in an instant. This was only when he dodged in time, otherwise the needle would pierce his heart.

After that, two vines appeared at his feet, and after he dodged, they were instantly drawn on his chest.

puff!

Blood stained the air, Ling Xian suddenly lost his center of gravity and plunged into the mountains.

However, he did not fall into a coma.

Therefore, after he glanced at the terrain, he instantly made a decision. Hide first, then wait for an opportunity.

"Fortunately, this is an endless mountain range. If it is a plain, then wait to die."

Ling Xian secretly rejoiced, restrained her breath, and hid.

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