This is one of the ancient true spirits, and in terms of strength, it can almost be compared to the phoenix.

It was no wonder that Ling Xian's eyes showed a little surprise.

Although, this is just a phantom of Qiqi.

But the roar was earth-shattering.

Before the long knife phantom could be cut off, it was torn to pieces by the fangs and claws of Qi Qi, Tian Xuan Sanren's face showed a trace of pride, and when he stretched out his hand, Qi Qi Phantom let out a low roar and rushed straight towards Ling Xian.

Dangerous!

However, Ling Xian looked at Qi Qi, but his face remained unchanged.

Stretching out his hand and patting it, a wisp of black light flew out of his waist, and the light converged, revealing a black and shiny shield.

Dripping and flying in the void, the volume suddenly became more than ten times larger, and the lifelike patterns on it turned into a hideous and ferocious tiger.

With an earth-shattering roar, he pounced fearlessly like Qiqi.

The two are torn together.

If it is a real poor Qi, the black tiger naturally has no way to compare with it, but in the final analysis, it is just a phantom of spiritual power illusion, so although the black tiger is invincible, it will not have the strength to fight back, and it will not be much of a problem to hold it for the time being.

And this is naturally a godsend for Ling Xian.

Without saying a word, he stepped forward one step forward.

The distance between the two was obviously more than a hundred feet, but this step was shortened to a situation close at hand, Ling Xian's five fingers became claws, and with a light grab, he suddenly broke through the air loudly, and dense claws emerged.

This is the secret technique contained in the Heavenly Phoenix True Spirit Formula.

Heavenly Phoenix Divine Claw!

Although it was unleashed with his bare hands, in terms of power, it was by no means inferior to the natal treasures of monks of the same rank, and even surpassed.

There are so many claws that it is even more difficult to count, and almost in the blink of an eye, they wrap each other.

And Ling Xian's other hand was not idle.

As soon as the hand was raised, a crackling sound came to my ears.

From the arm, dense lightning bolts ejected.

Xuantian God Thunder!

This is where the Thousand Jiao Knife was born.

Because it is Ling Xian's natal treasure, it can also be driven with bare hands.

Then he clenched his five fingers and punched him like a punch.

kills three times in a row, which can be said to be interlocking.

Ling Xian is now in the late stage of the Yuan Infant Stage, and with every move, he has the power to move mountains and seas, not to mention even killing, if he is an ordinary Yuan Infant Cultivator, I am afraid that it will be able to do so.

Even if Tianxuan was scattered, he was in crisis, but his face not only did not show any fear, but showed a trace of sinister ecstasy: "Boy, you have been tricked." ”

Before he finished speaking, a majestic momentum erupted from the surface of his body.

The wind blew in his face, as if he was about to swallow Ling Xian into the abyss.

For a moment, Ling Xian inexplicably felt a little fear in his heart, to this extent...... It is by no means a meta-infancy.

Four Heavenly Tribulations, only a god-transforming monk can show such momentum.

Could it be that he was pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger just now, and he still has some reservations?

This thought was like lightning and fire, but at this moment, Ling Xian didn't have time to think about anything at all.

Withdraw!

It was the only thought in his mind.

Do the same right away.

But it was too late.

The master made a move, and he only fought for the slightest, not to mention that at this moment, Ling Xian had fallen into the trap carefully laid by the other party.

"Fall!"

With a loud shout.

A mouthful of golden light erupted from the mouth of the Tianxuan Sanren, and in a flash of inspiration, it changed into a golden mace.

It is several zhang in size, such as Mount Tai pressing the top.

The speed was so fast, and in an instant, it spanned the distance of more than ten zhang between the two, Ling Xian's eyes shrank suddenly, and above his head, a treasure with the appearance of a jade ruyi suddenly appeared.

There were countless runes the size of rice grains faintly swirling around the surface of this treasure, and with the spell in Ling Xian's mouth, a shield with a simple shape suddenly appeared.

Rumble!

The next moment, the cold light flashed, and the golden mace had struck the top of the shield.

A terrifying ripple of power burst from above, and the wind swept away, and the aftermath scattered, and everywhere it passed, it was devastated, whether it was mountains and rocks, or trees, or back, or soil, everything that came into contact was crushed into powder.

"Heavenly Spirit Treasure!"

Tian Xuan's pupils shrank, obviously he didn't expect Ling Xian to have a treasure of this level.

But that's certainly not the only way to do it.

The two palms of the two hands closed in front of their chests, and a series of black horses suddenly sprayed out from between the palms of their fingers, and after a blur, they somehow crossed the distance of a hundred zhang, appeared in the place where Ling Xian was close at hand, and fell head-on.

This time, the attack came too quickly.

Ling Xian had nowhere to hide at all.

I was wrapped in the black horseman.

A rumbling popping sound reached the ears.

But it was the black horse that burst out.

"Ahh

There was a faint scream, but it was quickly drowned out by a loud pop.

"Brother!"

The Hundred Flowers Fairy couldn't move, and when she saw this scene, she only felt that the three souls were scared away, and her eyes were blurred with tears.

It's all her own fault, if she could, she would like to die with the other party, in exchange for her brother's vitality, but now, she can't move, she can only cut her heart like a knife and watch from the side.

Soon, the black qi dispersed, and Ling Xian's figure came into view.

His clothes were ragged, his body was bruised, and with a "whoosh", he fell from mid-air.

At that moment just now, it was a god-level attack, and it was directly hit on Ling Xian's body.

It is also that his physical body is extremely powerful, and he is even better than the demon clan of the same level, otherwise, if he were an ordinary immortal cultivator of the same level, I am afraid that his soul would have been scattered long ago.

However, even if Ling Xian had not fallen, the damage he suffered was not trivial, his bones were shattered, and the meridians on his body were almost completely broken.

Can't move!

Ling Xian's face was like ashes, such an injury was not fatal to an immortal cultivator in his realm, but he didn't want to recover for a year and a half, in other words, Ling Xian was now completely out of combat power, and could only be slaughtered by others.

"Ahem, ahem. ”

Tianxuan Sanren's face showed a hint of joy, but the next moment, the breath on his body also quickly weakened, not only that, but his hair turned a lot gray all of a sudden, and his face also quickly aged at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Wrinkles all over the face.

It looks like a centenarian among mortals.

In the final analysis, he is just a wisp of the remnant soul of a true immortal, and what he has taken away is still the body of an ordinary monk, and there is no end to his longevity.

And when the monk's life comes to an end, his strength will also weaken, so he is now only equivalent to an immortal cultivator in the late Yuan Infant period.

And just now, in order to destroy the strong enemy, he tried his best to use the combat power of the Transformation Period.

Doing so did a good job, but it was naturally impossible, and the slightest price was not paid.

On the contrary, the price he paid was not trivial, not only was there no end to Shouyuan, but the remaining mana was also on the verge of drying up. (To be continued.) )