Chapter 1517 The Storm Is Still Unsettled

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Under the great sun, Ling Xian is like a supreme true god, radiant and immortal.

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Just because he turned the tide and saved Xuanwu Continent.

This achievement can be called unparalleled in the world, and it is destined to last forever!

Therefore, everyone is looking at Ling Xian frantically, at this hero who can turn the tide!

At the same time, it is inevitable to show a bit of awe.

Even those eighth-level powers are the same.

There is no way, Ling Xian is too powerful, to sweep the extraterrestrial demons by himself, who can not be in awe?

Although this is not his real strength, but with this physical body, it is enough to sweep the entire Xuanwu Continent. It would not be an exaggeration to say that he is the number one expert in Xuanwu Continent.

"ended…"

Ling Xian let out a long breath, and the anger and haze in his heart were swept away, replaced by lightness and joy.

So did everyone present.

They shouted and cheered as much as they wanted, and they felt so happy that they even breathed smoothly.

This war has been going on for several years, and everyone is living in depression every day. The feeling that they may fall at any time makes them uneasy. Now, the war is finally over, which naturally makes them feel at ease.

"Hahaha, it's finally over, the future will no longer be a haze!"

"Thanks to the son, if it wasn't for him to turn the tide, Xuanwu Continent would have fallen."

"When I go back, I will set up a monument of immortality for the son and worship it from generation to generation!"

Everyone was full of smiles, even the Eighth Realm Great Master laughed.

The laughter echoed in the sky, full of joy and relief.

This made Ling Xian also smile, feeling that everything was worth it.

However, just when everyone was beaming with joy, a discordant word suddenly sounded.

"Who told you that this is the last battle?"

The only remaining extraterritorial demons spoke, with no bitterness or despair on their faces, only calm.

This made everyone stunned, and after that, the complexion changed.

As far as everyone thinks, the eighth realm is a peak existence. Once a powerhouse of this level appears, it means that the war has come to an end.

Ling Xian thought so too.

Therefore, after listening to the old man's words, he frowned and said, "What do you mean, the battle is not over yet?"

"Of course not." The old man looked calm and said: "The storm will not be calm like this, and the Xuanwu Continent is destined to fall into the hands of our clan."

Hearing this, everyone's expressions changed, and Ling Xian's brows wrinkled even deeper.

He wasn't sure if the old man was deliberately frightening, or if it really happened, but he had a faint intuition that he couldn't let this person live!

Therefore, Ling Xian raised his hand with a palm, like a hundred thousand mountains crushing down, trying to slap the old man into flesh.

"Sharp intuition, unfortunately, it's too late."

The old man smiled strangely, and an infinite amount of blood light erupted, forming a blood curtain that covered the sky, blocking Ling Xian's palm.

This made everyone's eyes widen, unable to believe what they saw.

Ling Xian's strength was seen by everyone, even the most powerful man in purple could not stop him. However, at this moment, the old man blocked it, which obviously revealed strangeness.

"Originally, I didn't want to summon the Holy Ancestor, but you forced me to a dead end."

"Because of the damned Tianyuan, the Holy Ancestor cannot come. Only by offering our souls to sacrifice can we summon a clone of him."

"If it weren't for you, I would have already unified the Xuanwu Continent, and there would be no need to summon the Holy Ancestor!"

The old man stood in the blood curtain, his expression became hideous, he stared at Ling Xian, full of resentment.

"Saint Ancestor?"

Ling Xian's pupils shrank, thinking of that supreme ghost, her expression changed suddenly.

The same is true for everyone. They don't know who the ancestor is and how strong it is, but it is conceivable that it must be an earth-shattering powerhouse.

"You forced me to do all this, if you let me escape,

I can't burn my soul either! "

The old man looked ferocious and terrifying, and said: "Since you want me to die, then I will let the entire Xuanwu Continent be buried with me!"

"You dare!" Ling Xian's eyes froze, and his killing intent went straight to Xiao Han, sweeping the ten directions.

"Hahaha, what am I afraid of?"

The old man laughed wildly and said, "I'm already doomed, so what should I be afraid of? Tell me, what else should I be afraid of?"

"You!" Ling Xian was furious, the void collapsed, and the mountains and rivers shook.

That kind of power is really like the supreme emperor, and the world collapses when angered!

It's a pity that the blood curtain that covers the sky is weird and powerful, even with Ling Xian's terrifying fleshly body, he can't shake it.

"Haha, soon, soon you will come down with me!"

The old man laughed madly, pinching his dry hands into a mysterious seal.

The next moment, an incredible scene happened.

I saw the blood mist rising around the old man, slowly condensing into eight illusory souls, which were the eight extraterrestrial demons that Ling Xian had killed before.

They looked blank and looked around. When they saw Ling Xian, they suddenly showed strong resentment.

This scene made everyone's eyes widen, only to feel cold all over, like falling into an ice cave.

Ling Xian also shuddered a bit.

He remembered very clearly that the souls of these eight people had been smashed to pieces by himself, and the souls were scattered in the true sense. However, at this moment, it was condensed by the old man. How incredible is this?

"Haha, hell is coming soon, and by then, the Xuanwu Continent will fall!"

The old man was almost crazy, his brows glowed, and his soul leaped into the sky.

This made Ling Xian change color, bombarding the blood-colored sky with all his strength, trying to kill the old man before he could finish.

It is a pity that all his attacks fell to the ground without ripples.

"It's useless. If I can be easily shaken by you, wouldn't it be meaningless for me to give my life?"

The old man sneered, making Ling Xian silent.

Although he didn't want to admit it, the fact was in front of him, and he really couldn't shake the sky.

"Haha, I'll take a step first, on Huangquan Road, I'll wait for you!"

The old man laughed madly, and then withdrew his smile, shouting: "With my soul, summon the Holy Ancestor!"

When the voice fell, his soul burned, as did the other eight souls.

After a few breaths, the souls of the nine of them disappeared, completely dead.

However, the Holy Ancestor did not descend immediately, but instead descended a blood-colored silkworm cocoon.

This made Ling Xian's complexion gloomy, and felt a familiar aura, a terrifying aura, from the silkworm cocoon.

Everyone present also changed color, especially the Eighth Realm Great Expert, who was even more horrified.

Under their perception, the silkworm cocoon seems to harbor a demon god, and once it is born, it will wash the world with blood!

This feeling made everyone depressed and uneasy, but they were helpless.

Even Ling Xian couldn't smash the blood curtain, how could the rest of the people do it?

"Could it be... are we just waiting like this?" said one person in a trembling voice, full of fear.

This made everyone tremble and sigh.

Ling Xian also sighed softly.

No one wants to sit still, and he doesn't even want to, but in the current situation, he can only wait.

For a time, Qingyunjian fell into a dead silence, and the previous joy disappeared, replaced by depression and fear.

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