Painting of the Nine Immortals

Chapter 2058 The Storm Is Finalized

In midair, Ling Xian squeezed the treasure seal in his hand, the divine light circulated, and the power of the source permeated. Hunting ?? ????? ? ??

This method is the supreme law of the artifact, and only the power of the source of the artifact can motivate it, in other words, only the great master can do it.

It is ineffective against any living being, but it restrains the spirit of the artifact, which can be said to be the greatest nemesis of the spirit of the artifact.

Therefore, Ling Xian did not panic, let alone fear.

"Little guy, do you really want to try?"

Qi Ling spoke indifferently and said: "I admit that your methods are unpredictable, but that is when I am not prepared. At this moment, I am prepared, how could it make me unconscious?"

"Try it and you'll know."

Ling Xian smiled lightly, no longer hesitated, and played the world-shattering magic.

Immediately, a mysterious power descended, unfathomable and unparalleled.

However, it was blocked by the power of the mirror.

As the tool spirit said, in the case that it has been prepared, the power of this method is naturally greatly reduced.

"Well, believe it now."

Yintian Qiling spoke lightly and said, "I gave you the opportunity. Since you don't cherish it, then I have to give you to the patriarch."

"Who will kill the deer, I still don't know." Ling Xian smiled lightly, he could not hand over the inheritance of the thief, nor could he be captured.

So he worked hard.

The power of the source of the artifact gushed out wildly, causing the power of the Fayin to skyrocket, and it also changed the complexion of the Reflecting Mirror Spirit.

It shines brightly and tries its best to resist, but to no avail.

This method cannot harm any living being, even an ant, but it is a deadly threat to the artifact.

Therefore, the feeling of the world spinning around came, the tool spirit was top-heavy, and there was a momentary loss of consciousness.

Immediately, the power of imprisonment dissipated, and Ling Xian regained his freedom.

"I'm sorry, I hope next time we meet, you and I will not be enemies."

Ling Xian smiled apologetically,

The Nine Heavens Divine Wings broke through the sky and left like a meteor.

This caused the spirit to be shocked and angry, but he didn't expect that he was still following Ling Xian's way even though he had taken precautions.

At the moment, it shines brightly and wants to imprison Ling Xian.

It's a pity that Ling Xian has left the Zhao family, and even if it has monstrous power, it is beyond reach.

In desperation, Yingtian Jingling could only send a message to the Zhao clan leader, asking him to lead someone to pursue him.

"Yingtian Jingling will definitely send a message, that is to say, I am not out of danger yet."

Ling Xianjian frowned, feeling quite helpless, especially after feeling the majestic momentum behind him, he had a headache.

The chasing soldiers have arrived, and it is not an easy thing to leave safely.

"Hand over the inheritance, I can let you go."

The deep voice came, resounding through the universe like a thunderous shock.

The one who spoke was a valiant man. He stepped on a divine sword, galloping with lightning speed, and swallowing all the rage.

Behind him, four middle-aged men were furious, and they were the ones guarding the inheritance.

"Don't waste your words, don't say that the place of inheritance is the property of my elders. Even if it is not, there is no reason to return what I have in my hands."

"If you want to take it, speak with your ability."

Ling Xian spoke lightly, with a calm expression on his face.

The heroic man is only a cultivator at the peak of the eighth realm, even if he is a genius with good foundation, he is not afraid.

If he hadn't known, the Supreme Elder would soon be chasing after him, and he didn't even bother to escape, so he would suppress the heroic man.

"Do you know what you are doing? My Zhao family is in the southern region, and it is not a wise choice to be an enemy of my Zhao family." The Yingwu man's eyes were cold and threatening.

"Whether it's wise, depends on whether it's worth it."

"I think it's worth it, it's a wise decision."

Ling Xian was astonished, and she had a conversation with the heroic man in the air. Whether it was her demeanor or momentum, she was not inferior, or even surpassed.

"Good one worth it."

The heroic man smiled and said, "Maybe I can't catch up with you, but, the ninth realm master? When he comes, you will surely die."

"You talk too much."

Ling Xian looked indifferent, raised his hand and blasted out the Emperor Fist, shaking the world, swallowing mountains and rivers.

This moved the heroic man, and the four men behind him were even more discolored.

Although it was too far away, this punch could not be added to the body, but the power still made their heart skip a beat.

"What a world-shattering genius, even a little girl, I'm afraid she is not your opponent." The heroic man took a deep breath and stopped chasing.

So did the four middle-aged men.

Just because they thought they were not Ling Xian's opponents, they naturally did not dare to chase after them.

However, when they stopped, the Supreme Elder appeared.

This person's eyes were like Dapeng, and his anger was like a demon. The moment he appeared, he shook Bahuang.

"Are you chasing after..." Ling Xianxing narrowed her eyes, without panic or fear.

In his perception, this person is stronger than Zhao Shikong, but not as good as the Master of the Wanshengzong Battle Hall.

And he can even throw away the Lord of the Battle Hall, so how can he be afraid of this person?

"Junior, keep your head!"

The elders of the Zhao family's voice were like thunder, and accompanied by terrifying power, they swept across the eight wastelands.

Boom boom boom!

The void collapsed, and the universe shook. As soon as this person made a move, he showed his terrifying strength.

However, Ling Xian could not be hurt.

The distance is too far, not even a sonic attack.

"My head is very precious, you can't afford it." Ling Xian chuckled lightly, burning the ancient blood of Tianzun.

Immediately, the snow-white wings burned like flames, illuminating the sky as fast as a shooting star.

This made the elders of the Zhao family stunned, and the Yingwu man and others were even more sluggish.

They thought that Ling Xian's speed was the fastest before, but no one thought that he could be faster!

"It really is a monster, no wonder he can sneak into the heavily guarded river and steal the inheritance." The heroic man sighed and gave up completely.

Ling Xian's speed is too fast, let alone him, even if it is the Supreme Elder of the Zhao family, he may not be able to catch up!

"Damn!"

The Zhao family Taishang elder looked gloomy, opened his mouth and took a breath, swallowing the situation in all directions.

Unfortunately, Ling Xian was still out of reach.

"Don't waste your energy. If you and I set off at the same time, it will be easy for you to catch up with me, but I will be ahead of you."

Ling Xian smiled faintly, and pushed the Nine Heavens Divine Wing to the extreme, a little faster.

This not only made the Yingwu man completely give up, but also made the elders of the Zhao family feel a little bit about giving up.

It's too fast, even if he is as strong as him, he still feels a little powerless.

"Hopefully, we'll be indefinitely in the future."

The clear laughter echoed in the world, Ling Xian fluttered his wings like a Kunpeng, and disappeared a hundred thousand miles in one breath.

This made the elders of the Zhao family angry, not only because Ling Xian took away the inheritance, but also because he was ashamed.

The dignified ninth realm might not be able to catch up with an eighth realm cultivator.

The Yingwu man and the others also had their faces burned, and felt embarrassed.

The Zhao family of King's Landing Southern Territory was actually stolen by an eighth-level cultivator and retreated. If this is spread, the Zhao family will definitely become the laughing stock of Zhige City!

"Junior, I am at odds with you!"

The elders of the Zhao family roared angrily and said, "Patriarch, I request a hunting order, no matter who it is, as long as it can kill this person, it will be the guest of my Zhao family!"

Hearing this, the Yingwu man was silent for a while, and said, "Let's go back and discuss this matter, let's go."

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