"What, not Wang Hu?"

The second daughter couldn't help but be shocked, the person in front of her, regardless of body shape, looked like a companion, how could it be?

"Takeaway!"

Ling Xian said word by word, his eyes full of solemnity.

Since embarking on the road of cultivating immortals, he has experienced countless hardships and twists and turns, and he has encountered all kinds of dangers, and his rich experience is of course far from being comparable to the two yellow-haired girls in front of him.

"Boy, you have a good eye, and you deserve to have flown up from the Nether. ”

Wang Hu's face was full of tyranny: "It's a pity that it's not good luck, it's not good to fly anywhere, but I met with the deity on a narrow road, and those who knew each other offered their little lives." ”

"What a big breath, your Excellency is only in the middle of infancy. A sneer appeared on Ling Xian's face: "If Ling is really a soft persimmon, he can be bullied by you?"

Ling Xian said this, but he was actually quite depressed in his heart, after all, he had no grievances or hatred with the other party, but looking at his appearance, he wanted to kill people and kill his mouth.

Qingyunmen is likely to have undergone a major change, but he happened to be bumped into by it.

Thinking of this, Ling Xian couldn't help but feel extremely depressed in his heart.

And that Wang Hu was not in the mood to talk to him: "A mere human immortal cultivator dares to be so ignorant of life and death, since you don't want to tie your hands, just take your life." ”

After speaking, he stretched out his hand and grabbed it in the void, and a huge ghost claw appeared, fiercely grabbing it like Ling Xian.

The strong wind was quite amazing, but Ling Xian was not afraid, but instead sneered a little weirdly, his hand slapped on the storage bag, and the two treasures had been taken out by him, his left hand was holding a black ring the size of a fist, and his right hand was holding a three-foot Qingfeng with a simple shape.

Seeing the ghost claw that seemed to be stabbed by himself, Ling Xian's figure blurred for a while, and he successfully dodged it, and then raised his left hand, and he had already sacrificed the black ring to the sky.

Black Shattered Moon Ring.

This thing is the treasure of the Black Demon Sect, inherited from ancient times, Ling Xian did not have many opportunities to use it, and now his strength is not what it used to be, drive it again, and see what power it can have.

A blow missed, Wang Hu didn't care, just about to use other magical powers, the black shattered moon ring flashed, and it had come to him, after this treasure trembled a few times, it actually turned into a black cloud, and then countless silk threads decomposed from it.

Those silk threads were as black as ink and extremely slender, Wang Hu didn't care about it at first, but in the blink of an eye, he actually tied him together layer by layer.

"Hmph, carving insect skills!"

Although he was tightly restrained, Wang Hu's face did not show nervousness, his body was slightly blurred, and his body turned into a translucent thing, trying to break free from the silk thread.

But where is it so easy, the silk threads and black rays transformed by the black shattered moon ring have also become translucent, and he found that he can't break free at all.

"No way, you...... What kind of treasure are you?" Wang Hu changed several times, but he still couldn't break free, and he couldn't help but be angry.

Ling Xian was overjoyed in his heart, this treasure was worthy of being inherited from ancient times, and it could be used as a treasure of the Zhenzong sect, and it was indeed an unfathomable mystery for someone.

He didn't have time to talk to the other party, and this place was only tens of thousands of miles away from the Qingyunmen Helm, which sounded like a distance of thousands of mountains and rivers, but it was not difficult to find those powerful powers.

You have to fight quickly and get out of the wrong place.

Thinking of this, where would Ling Xian still hide, the amazing aura bloomed from the surface of his body.

"You...... You're in the late Yuan Infancy!"

Wang Hu was shocked, and then he realized that the other party had just been hiding his cultivation and that he had been deceived.

This is not unusual, keeping a low profile is Ling Xian's principle, and he usually restricts his breath if he doesn't have to.

When he was in Qingyun Gate, those guys misunderstood that he was an immortal cultivator in the early stage of the Yuan Infant, otherwise, it would not be Wang Hu who was sent to chase him, but an even more powerful existence.

Showing the enemy is weak, but there is not much time to fight for Ling Xian.

Seeing that the other party was trapped, where would Ling Xian be polite, the Qianjiao knife in his right hand turned into a frightened rainbow and stabbed it fiercely.

The screams were loud, blood splattered out, and the other party's head had been removed.

However, a black mist rose from the wound, and disappeared from the spot with a "whoosh".

"I want to run, dream!"

Ling Xian's face showed a fierce color, and he raised his hand with preparation, and with his movements, a blue brilliance appeared, turning into a big cyan hand, grasping the wisp of black mist in the palm of his hand.

"Roar!"

It was as if all the ghosts were crying together, and a hideous-looking and ever-changing monster emerged inside, opening its teeth and claws, trying to break free from its imprisonment.

Ling Xian naturally wouldn't let him get his wish.

With a little trick, cyan lightning flashed in the light hand.

The sound of crackling came into the ears, and when the other party touched it slightly, it was a loud scream.

There is simply no escape.

However, there was no joy on Ling Xian's face:

"Yin Spirit!"

He almost thought he was wrong.

The monsters of the Yin Si Realm, how could they appear here, and they would also take away Wang Hu.

If it wasn't wrong, most of the rest of the monks of Qingyun Sect would have been poisoned.

Although the six realms of reincarnation are not harmonious, and each interface often attacks each other, how do you look at this matter, how weird!

How could a little-known small sect become a target, and the other party was sneaky, for fear of being known, and even did not hesitate to kill people......

In the middle, I don't know how many unknown secrets are hidden.

Ling Xian's heart moved, and without saying a word, he used the soul searching technique, but it had no effect at all, and with the screams, the yin soul itself flew away.

Ling Xian's expression froze, and he felt more and more inappropriate in his heart, forget it, this matter should not be investigated deeply, the less this troubled water, the better.

Thinking of this, Ling Xian was covered in green mangs, wrapped the two girls standing on the side, and flew away as if in the distance, and soon, disappeared without a trace.

......

An hour later.

From the other side of the sky, two rainbows of different colors flew, and the light converged, revealing the faces of the two monks.

The one on the left, tall and thin, with a wide robe and a wide belt, looks extraordinary at a glance, just like a prince in the world.

But he was up and down, exuding a rich corpse aura.

Not a human immortal cultivator, but a zombie monster.

As for the other one, it was an old man with a dark face.

The appearance is quite ugly, but the cultivation is terrifying, and this is an ancient demon.

Fortunately, Ling Xian had already gone away, and if he stayed here, he would have to be scared away.

Of course, it wasn't because Ling Xian was as timid as a mouse, but because the Corpse King and the Ancient Demon cultivators in front of him were too outrageous.

Meta-infancy?

Wrong!

Transformation period?

And much more.

The two of them are Tongxuan-level immortal cultivators!(To be continued.) )