Chapter 1492 Gambling

Dark clouds filled the sky, obscuring the sun.

Several figures appeared in the world, all of them were thick and condensed, and their might was monstrous.

The leader is mysterious and extraordinary, holding a magic spear, like a supreme demon, looking down at all living beings.

It is the son of Mingluo.

This changed everyone's complexion, each with a solemn expression, as if they were facing a great enemy.

Ling Xian also stopped, and looked at Mingluo Shengzi from the distance, his star eyes were full of solemnity.

After that, he turned his gaze to Qin Wuya and said lightly, "Are you still fighting?"

Hearing this, Qin Wuya glanced at Ling Xian resentfully and wanted to do something, but he didn't dare.

He could understand that he was not Ling Xian's opponent at all. If he continued, he would only bring shame on himself, and he might even lose his life!

Therefore, he didn't say anything, it was a default.

This made the people of the Qin Huang family silent and horrified.

They never dreamed that Ling Xian could make Qin Wuya subdue.

You must know that this person is a strong person at the peak of Mingdao. Even if he looks at the Qin Huang family, he is a person of high status. However, he was beaten by Ling Xian to the point of being subdued. How incredible is this?

Everyone sighed and looked at Ling Xian with awe. Even another old man who was not inferior to Qin Wuya had some fear in his eyes.

Of course, killing intent is inevitable.

Everyone from the Qin Huang family would like to peel Ling Xian's skin off, but the top priority is to deal with Prince Mingluo.

Infighting at this time is obviously an unwise move.

"This matter has come to an end, the grudges between you and me are gone, and this is the end."

"Of course, if you are unwilling, I can also accompany you."

"But not now."

Ling Xian glanced at Qin Wuya lightly, then moved his eyes to Qin Che, and said, "And you, it's better not to provoke me again, otherwise, even if you are the son of the emperor, I will kill you."

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Qin Che shuddered, and although he had resentment in his heart, he didn't dare to show the slightest bit.

Ling Xian had already left a shadow in his heart, and he would not dare to be presumptuous by borrowing him a hundred courage.

"There is a solution to the internal problem. Next, it is the turn of the external problem. ∮∈style_txt;"

Ling Xian muttered to himself, looked at the Holy Son Ming Luo, and said, "Long time no see."

"Eight years is not too long."

Holy Son Mingluo stood proudly with a gun, looked at Ling Xian indifferently, and said, "Since you have escaped, why do you want to come back?"

"I never left Qingyunjian, I just retreated." Ling Xian's expression was calm.

"Then I can only say that you are very unfortunate. As soon as you exit the customs, you will die in Huangquan." Holy Son Mingluo was condescending, as if he was looking at an ant.

"You are wrong, I am Huang Quan's guide."

Ling Xian smiled lightly and said, "Your guide."

"Is it just based on your strength in the middle stage of Mingdao?" Mingluo Shengzi's eyes were deep.

"Enough." Ling Xian smiled lightly. If he did it before, he would naturally be no match for Mingluo Shengzi.

After all, it is still a small realm away.

But at this moment, he has the power to fight!

"Even if you are on the same level as me, it's not enough." Holy Son Mingluo said indifferently, the sharp spear was as heavy as a mountain, and even the void was crushed.

This changed everyone's expressions, even Qin Wuya and the cultivator at the peak of Ming Dao were full of fear.

In the past eight years, they have played against Mingluo Shengzi more than once.

No way, Mingluo Shengzi is too strong, he is definitely a well-deserved candidate for God Emperor, and he can even be compared to the legendary God Child!

"Try it and you'll know."

Ling Xian smiled, looking at the people behind Mingluo Shengzi, her eyes couldn't help condensing.

There are too many, there are nineteen people, and without exception, they are all seventh-level powerhouses. On his side, there are only thirteen cultivators of the Ming Dao Realm.

This gap is undoubtedly like the difference between clouds and mud. If there is a war, the entire army will definitely be wiped out.

Therefore, Ling Xian narrowed his eyes, thinking about it.

At the moment, he smiled lightly: "Since you are so confident, why don't we make a bet."

"Tell me about it." Holy Son Mingluo said indifferently.

"It's very simple, a game is determined to win or lose."

"You and I are singled out. If I win, you will retreat, and you will not attack for three years."

"If I lose, it's at your disposal, and so are they."

Ling Xian suppressed his smile, and his words were sonorous and powerful.

This made Qin Wuya and others discolored, and before Mingluo Shengzi could speak, they spoke first.

"Impossible! I can't wait to put my life in your hands!"

"Why do you represent us? Unreasonable!"

"If you want to fight, do it in your own name, don't bring us!"

Hearing this, Saint Child Mingluo smiled, and he looked at Ling Xian playfully: "It seems that your prestige is not enough."

"This is not something you should consider, you just need to answer me if you want to." Ling Xian looked indifferent.

"Let's talk about it when you have a unified opinion." Holy Son Mingluo said lightly.

Hearing this, Ling Xian turned his gaze to Qin Wuya and the others, and said, "I only want to ask you two questions. First, if we start a war, do you think you can stop the nineteen cultivators? Second, who would dare to fight with you? Holy Son Mingluo duel?"

The voice fell, and everyone was silent.

The answer is obvious. If there is a war, everyone will die. As for the one-on-one fight with Mingluo Shengzi, they don't even have the ability, and they don't even have the courage.

"My proposal is the only way at present, and I am the only one who can fight against Mingluo Shengzi."

"If you don't agree, you can only wait to die. If you agree, there is still a glimmer of hope."

"How to choose, you decide for yourself."

Ling Xian glanced at everyone lightly.

"Damn!" Qin Wuya was furious, but couldn't refute.

So are the rest.

Ling Xian was right, there is still a chance for a promise, and if you don't promise, you will only die.

"I am willing to give this life to the son!" Feng Xing shouted, playing a leading role.

At the moment, every sentence of "I do" resounded through the clouds, and in the end, the people of the Qin Huang family agreed.

It is impossible not to agree, this is the only way at present, and it must be firmly grasped.

"Very well, you will not regret this decision."

Ling Xian spoke in a deep voice, turned his eyes to the Holy Son Mingluo, and said, "Now, it's up to you to make a decision."

"interesting."

Saint Son Mingluo smiled, turned around to look at the many extraterrestrial demons, and said, "What do you think?"

"The Son's decision is the decision I wait for."

One person opened his mouth and said, "I firmly believe that the Holy Son can suppress this person without any effort and take down the Qingyun Stream."

"Yes, this kid's proposal is very good, saving me a lot of time."

The rest nodded in agreement.

"Haha, well said!"

Holy Son Mingluo laughed loudly, looked at Ling Xian and said, "I can promise you that you will win or lose in the first battle, and you will live and die."

"Then make the oath of heaven." Ling Xian gave Mingluo Saint Son a meaningful look, and said, "I am full of doubts about your credibility."

"I do the same to you."

Mingluo Shengzi's eyes froze, and he made an oath of heaven, saying that if he was defeated, he would never set foot in Qingyunjian within three years.

Ling Xian is the same.

After that, his expression turned cold, and the words "simple" resounded throughout the world.

"Come to fight!"

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