The Immortal Cultivation Realm could not be used as common sense, but everything in front of him was a little too amazing, and Ling Xian's face was full of incredulity.

It seems that this demon clan holy relic is much more mysterious than he imagined, and Ling Xian's expression couldn't help but be a little uncertain.

But after a while, he took a deep breath, spit out a mouthful of turbid breath in his chest, and said to himself: "Why should I be worried and afraid, anyway, this treasure has never harmed itself, but it has a hundred benefits and no harm." ”

This thought turned around, and Ling Xian was at ease, his spiritual root may be a little weaker, but he is a smart and resourceful immortal cultivator.

I faintly feel that this holy relic of the demon clan is probably not a thing of the three thousand worlds, but it is just a coincidence that it fell to the martial country, and his strength is too weak now, it is impossible to understand the mysteries.

In the end, it is only to increase the troubles.

Smart people, you have to know how to advance and retreat, pretend to be confused, just let everything go naturally, with the growth of their own strength, one day, maybe you don't need to explore, naturally, you can know, what kind of treasure is this so-called demon holy relic.

This thought turned, and Ling Xian's expression returned to peace, but at this moment, an unexpected scene occurred.

There was no sign at all, the sound of "woo" came to his ears, and then the spiritual light flashed, and a treasure flew out of Ling Xian's storage bag by itself.

Ling Xian was stunned for a moment, then opened his eyes in a hurry.

A quaint painting scroll comes into view.

Unfolded slowly, but it was a blank picture, its origin needless to say, it was the treasure that Luo Ming gave to thank him a few days ago.

It is said to have been passed down from ancient times.

However, the Luo family was in its heyday, and there was no enlightenment when there was a transformation period.

It had to be put on the shelf.

Although Na Luo Ming is a last resort, it comes down to it. It's just a favor.

With such a treasure, Ling Xian naturally had no reason to refuse, but in all fairness, he didn't have much confidence in the enlightenment, after all, so many clever and talented people were helpless. I still know how many pounds and taels I have.

What's more, there are priorities, after getting this treasure, Ling Xian didn't even have time to comprehend, but he didn't expect that at this moment, it flew out of the storage bag by itself.

In addition to being stunned or stunned, a thought couldn't help but come to mind: "Could it be that this Luo family's secret treasure has anything to do with the demon clan holy relics in his dantian purple mansion?"

Time. Ling Xian was a little at a loss.

The mood is even more complicated, surprised, expectant, and at the same time a little afraid.

After all, this matter is out of his control, whether it is a blessing or a curse, it is really hard to say.

I didn't know what to do yet, and for a while, I was stunned.

Of course, the daze is instantaneous. With Ling Xian's character, it was definitely impossible to really do nothing.

I don't know if it's a blessing or a curse. Naturally, it is necessary to take precautions.

So Ling Xian's sleeve robe flicked, the green light was dazzling, but it was the Qingyun Shield that was sacrificed, and it turned into a light curtain, wrapping Ling Xian's whole body.

Then the Fire Cloud Sword and the Silver Bell also flew out.

Besides. A spirit rune slipped out of Ling Xian's palm.

Purple Soul Fire!

After doing all this, the uneasiness in Ling Xian's heart naturally subsided a lot.

His eyes did not blink, staring at the seemingly blank ancient painting.

Next, Ling Xian didn't know what was going to happen. Then it is the best choice to wait and see.

After waiting like this for a while, at the slightest sign, the ancient painting suddenly became bright, and then a voice like Hong Zhong Dalu came into his ears.

Ling Xian was shocked, but then he felt inexplicably confused.

"Not good!"

Ling Xian hurriedly bit the tip of his tongue, trying to use the pain to sober himself up.

But there was no use, a piece of green glow flew out of the blank ancient painting, directly enveloping Ling Xian, a deep sleepiness hit, Lin Xuan finally fainted.

......

"Where is this?"

Ling Xian found himself in the middle of a forest.

However, it is very different from the forest in my memory, full of strange plants, let alone seeing it with my own eyes, I have never even dreamed of it.

The green hills in the distance are majestic, and the abundant aura is even more fascinating.

Ling Xian was overjoyed and wanted to fly over.

But he was surprised to find that he couldn't lift the mana on his body.

No, it's not just that you can't mention mana, you don't have a body at all, and now, you just exist in this world in the form of a soul.

Soul, is he dead?

This discovery made Ling Xian shocked, and a tidal wave of memories poured into his mind.

By the way, it was because he used the holy relics of the demon clan, but for some reason, he made the heirloom treasure obtained from the Luo family have an induction.

I have obviously laid down a defense, but it has no effect at all, and the last memory is that the treasure god is very good, and there is a voice like Hong Zhong Dalu into my ears, and then I was wrapped in a cloud of Qingxia, and I don't know who happened......

Is it really falling like this?

Ling Xian only felt ridiculous.

In order to embark on the road of cultivating immortals, he worked hard, went through all kinds of twists and turns, and finally survived this catastrophe, how could he fall here inexplicably?

Wrong!

A flash of inspiration suddenly flashed in Ling Xian's mind.

I've only survived a catastrophe now, and if I really have fallen, my soul will soon dissipate.

And I don't feel anything wrong now.

But if he hadn't died, why would he be like this again?

Ling Xian was puzzled.

But fortunately, he didn't keep struggling.

If he can't think of a result, then explore it himself, Ling Xian believes that there must be a reason why he has become like this, no matter what, he doesn't want to be trapped, he has to leave this strange place.

Before the thought could be turned, a rumbling sound reached the ears.

Thunder?

Wrong!

Ling Xian turned his head in shock, and then saw a scene that made him stunned.

A group of giants came from a distance.

That's right, it's a giant, ridiculously high.

Today's monks can also use the Giant Technique, but their height is only ten times larger, but these guys in front of them are ridiculously tall, and to put it mildly, they are about the same as Xiaoshan, and the tallest one of them is already more than a hundred zhang.

In addition, it is similar to ordinary humans, wearing rough clothes, muscles are similar to iron, and the identity of these guys is about to be revealed.

Ancient Giants!

Ling Xian was shocked.

Impossible, ancient giants, didn't they become extinct in the Three Thousand Worlds long ago?

How did it end up here?

As an ancient alien race, its strength is very strong.

Don't say anything about cultivating immortals, don't say anything about talent and magic, just by looking at their figures, a single fist is enough to blast a mountain peak into powder. (To be continued......)