Chapter 1670 Seeing Hell

In midair, the middle-aged man's eyes were as sharp as swords.

Changed to an ordinary seventh-level cultivator, even if he didn't tremble, he would still show a little bit of fear.

However, Ling Xian was not an ordinary monk.

The eighth-level powerhouse who died in his hands was already close to double digits, so why would he care about the oppression of middle-aged men?

"I'm standing in front of you, don't tell me, you don't have confidence in your own strength?" Ling Xian chuckled.

"Killing you is easy."

The middle-aged man gave Ling Xian a deep look, inclined to believe it.

The same is true for the elderly.

First, they didn't think Ling Xian had the guts to deceive themselves. Second, they saw his disguise, but they didn't see through his illusion.

In other words, what appeared in front of the two of them was still a fake face.

But because of seeing through the relationship between Yi Rong, the two of them were determined that this is the true face of the person in front of them.

"If you didn't lie, why don't we ask for the bounty after we solve Ling Xian?"

The middle-aged man glanced at Ling Xian lightly, and said, "That way, wouldn't everyone be happy?"

"I'm afraid you'll miss the bill."

Ling Xian smiled lightly and said, "I'm just a little cultivator with no background and no strength. What can I do in case you default on your debts?"

"joke!"

The middle-aged man's face sank, and he said, "Don't say it's just 600 million spirit stones, even if it's 6 billion, I'd rather not default on the two!"

"If not, give me the bounty."

Ling Xian smiled and said, "In this way, I can lead the way with peace of mind."

"Are you a threat?" The middle-aged man narrowed his eyes, and a cold glow appeared.

"Don't dare, I am a seventh-level cultivator, how dare I threaten the eighth-level powerhouse?" Ling Xian waved his hand.

"Forgive you, don't dare.

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The old man snorted coldly, turned his eyes to the middle-aged man, and said, "Otherwise, give it to him first, anyway, he can't escape."

"Alright, but only half of it."

The middle-aged man glanced at Ling Xian and said, "If I see Ling Xian, I will give the other half to you. If I don't see it, you will give me your life."

"Half..."

Ling Xian pondered for a while, knowing that 300 million spirit stones were already the limit.

At the moment, he smiled and said, "Yes."

"You'd better pray that Ling Xian is still there, otherwise, your head will be mine."

The middle-aged man looked indifferent and threw out a storage bag.

"It's definitely still here, he's seriously injured and won't leave for a short time."

Ling Xian smiled, checked it with his soul, and confirmed that it was 300 million spirit stones.

This made him feel very funny, and he was looking forward to the expressions of the two when they learned the truth.

In fact, Ling Xian is not short of spirit stones at all, let alone 600 million, even if it is 6 billion, he does not take it seriously.

All he wanted was that the Ninglian family lost their wives and lost their soldiers.

Just imagine, when they learned that the two were trapped and gave 300 million spirit stones to the enemy, what kind of anger would the Ninglian family be?

Just thinking about it makes me laugh.

"Severely injured?"

The middle-aged man's eyes lit up and said, "Lead the way."

"Third grandpa, I want to go too."

A young man suddenly spoke, causing everyone to speak out, all expressing their desire to go.

This made the middle-aged man frown and said, "Ling Xian is a dangerous person, if you go..."

"It's okay, didn't this person say he was injured?"

The young man smiled proudly and said, "What's more, with the third grandfather and the elders of the Lian family here, how could he have the opportunity to go wild?"

"good."

The old man's face was bright, and he stroked his beard and smiled: "Let these boys follow."

"Yeah, don't say that Ling Xian is seriously injured, even if not, in front of the two of you, you can only escape."

Ling Xian chuckled lightly, he wished he could go to more people.

Although the status of these juniors is not as good as those of these two eighth-level masters, they are also outstanding children of the clan, which will definitely make the Ninglian family feel distressed.

"Alright, let's go together."

The middle-aged man promised to come down, which made everyone happy.

"To dare to provoke the Ninglian family, today, I have to teach him a lesson!"

"That's right, I'm going to hang him at the gate of the city with cramps and bones, so that the world will know the fate of offending the Ninglian family!"

"Haha, just thinking about it makes me excited."

Everyone was unscrupulous, as if Ling Xian had become a thing in a bag, a turtle in a urn.

"Interesting, I would like to see if you will still be as maddening as you are now when you are imprisoned."

Ling Xian sneered to himself and said, "Let's go, I will take you to find Ling Xian."

After he finished speaking, he moved his body and flew towards the mountain range.

The crowd followed.

Everyone is relaxed, especially those juniors, like swimming in the mountains and rivers, it is ridiculous to be relaxed.

Obviously, Ling Xian was not taken seriously.

Ling Xian didn't care about this either.

He was sure that the Immortal Prisoner Array could seal these people, that is to say, after a while, their ease would turn into despair.

"Here, Ling Xian, heal your wounds below."

Ling Xian was suspended high in the sky, pointing to the center of the mountain range.

"Um?"

The middle-aged man followed the direction of Ling Xian's finger and looked down, then frowned and said, "I didn't feel the breath of people."

Saying that, he turned his eyes to the old man and said, "How about you, have you noticed?"

"No."

The old man's expression turned cold, looked at Ling Xian and said, "Boy, aren't you going to explain it?"

Hearing this, Ling Xian's heart sank, knowing that he was negligent.

However, there are opportunities to make up for it.

At the moment, he said calmly: "Maybe, he used the means of restraining his breath, and I will investigate."

Saying that, Ling Xian squeezed the seal in his hand, and suddenly the wind was surging, flying sand and rocks, blocking everyone's sight.

At the same time, he condensed the illusion with one hand, and confuses the spirits of everyone.

In the end, he used one gasification three clear, condensed a clone, and quietly landed in the center of the mountain.

It was all done in an instant, so no one noticed.

"Boy, you'd better pray that you can find Ling Xian, otherwise, your head will fall to the ground." The middle-aged man said negatively.

"I found it, two seniors, please take a look."

Ling Xian smiled lightly, under the finger.

There, there was a person sitting cross-legged, handsome and elegant, extraordinary and refined.

This lifted the middle-aged man's spirit, and there was no doubt that he was there.

The same is true for the elderly.

One is that Ling Xian's small movements are not found, and the other is that it is a clone of Yiqi Hua Sanqing, which is no different from the main body, but its strength is not as good.

And this is exactly what Ling Xian said about being seriously injured.

Therefore, the two were convinced and laughed out loud.

"Haha, Ling Xian, today is your day of death!"

"It can be considered that I have found you, and I will capture you obediently, otherwise, I will dismantle your bones!"

The two of them laughed wildly, carrying monstrous divine might, and fell forcefully in front of Ling Xian's clone, that is, the Immortal Imprisonment Formation.

So are the people.

At the same time, they clamored wildly, as if they had put themselves in the position of the winner.

This made Ling Xian burst into laughter, thinking that these people are really stupid, and shouting at a clone is simply stupid.

At the moment, the corners of his mouth raised, and he slowly said a joke.

"Congratulations to all of you on seeing Ling Xian and seeing hell."