Ling Xian fled, and at the same time, his mind was racing and he was thinking hard about how to get out. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Make a wise choice yourself, though.

But there is a premise, that is, to be able to get rid of the enemy in front of you.

Otherwise, all the plans are just a flash in the pan.

This truth was very clear to Ling Xian, but how easy was it to get rid of a Xuan-level old monster?

The other party's divine thoughts are too powerful.

Lock yourself firmly, all the tricks, useless.

Rao is Ling Xian is full of wisdom, and for a moment, he can't think of a place to get out.

Only take one step at a time and see one step at a time.

Ling Xian's face was full of resentment, but he didn't know that the old monster of the Xuan Period who was hundreds of miles away was not in a better mood than him.

No, it's much worse.

There was a look of chagrin on his face.

Although he was cut off an arm by Ling Xian, he didn't think that Ling Xian's strength was really better than his own.

That's just a coincidence, the key is that you underestimate the enemy too much, otherwise how can a mere god stage ant challenge the power of the Xuan?

Now that he has woken up and become serious, then the other party should naturally be caught.

He made such inferences on wishful thinking.

But this is not the case.

From beginning to end, he underestimated the enemy too much.

It was so much just now, and it is the same now.

When Ling Xian could use common sense to figure it out, treating it as an ant would inevitably hit him hard.

In the blink of an eye, a day and a night passed.

He was surprised to find that he, the Tongxuan Ancestor, was helpless to deal with the other party.

That kid didn't know where it came from, both the escape technique and the supernatural power were far beyond his expectations, although he couldn't get rid of it, but if he wanted to catch up with Ling Xian, it was also an impossible task.

In a word, the scene is deadlocked.

Now he has two choices, if he is open-minded enough, he will simply let go and not chase after him, or even turn the war into a jade silk.

This is good for both sides, and speaking of which, everyone has no deep hatred in the first place, and this conflict is also confused.

In the final analysis, it is all because middle-aged Confucian students think too highly of themselves.

If he was willing to correct his mistakes now, Ling Xian was certainly not willing to fight to the death with such a powerful existence as him.

It's a pity that this is the truth, but the other party is the character of retribution, and he was cut off an arm by the despised ant, how could he be willing to fight with Ling Xian?

If he doesn't refine his soul, it will be difficult to dispel the evil spirit in his chest at all.

So this one, he won't think about it at all.

Then the remaining choice is nothing more than two sides to fight to the death, one chases, the other escapes, and sees who can't hold on first in the end.

That's what the middle-aged Confucian thought in his heart.

Although he was very jealous of the strength shown by Ling Xian, in the final analysis, the other party was indeed only in the Transformation Stage, even if he was more powerful than a cultivator of the same level, most of them were just cultivating special techniques.

Can the mana still be compared to his own?

So he had the idea of a war of attrition in his heart.

Anyway, the other party can't get rid of himself, he just needs to exhaust the power of the other party, and what tricks can he play when the time comes, he can only let himself slaughter.

Thinking of this, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but show a little hideous.

And such a simple truth, of course, Ling Xian couldn't not be unaware, and he was also thinking hard about countermeasures in his heart.

In fact, in terms of the amount of mana, he is definitely more than twice as high as a cultivator of the same level, and he is extremely pure, and the benefits of cultivating two top exercises at the same time are not a joke.

However, even so, it is still not comparable to the monks of the Xuan Period.

There's no way around it.

In other words, if you continue to consume it like this, it will not be good for you.

What to do?

Although Ling Xian held the two high-grade spirit stones in his hands, the mana replenished was only a drop in the bucket compared to the consumption.

In his storage bag, there was a tonic elixir, but unfortunately this elixir was only suitable for immortal cultivators at the level of foundation building and golden pill, and now Ling Immortal's cultivation had exceeded too much, even if he took it, it was not of much use.

What to do?

Ling Xian found that he was really at a loss now!

But he certainly won't sit still.

After a little thought, Ling Xian's sleeve robe flicked, and with his movements, several colorful array flags emerged, fleeting, and submerged into the dirt under his feet.

Ling Xian did this, it could be regarded as a helpless choice, or the dead horse was regarded as a live horse doctor, knowing that the formation temporarily laid out could not really block the opponent's attack, but even if it could delay a little, it was also a good place.

In this way, you can distance yourself from each other as much as possible.

And although Ling Xian sprinkled the array flag, the speed of the light did not slow down at all, and with a flash of inspiration, he had already disappeared into the sky with the sound of wind and thunder.

After only a dozen breaths, the black light suddenly appeared, and the middle-aged Confucian scholar had already sunk into his eyes.

A sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Run, I want to see if you can escape to the edge of the sky." ”

Then he was covered in black and ready to catch up.

However, at this moment, there was a loud buzz under his feet, and the light soared into the sky, and pillars of light rose to the sky, and in an instant, he fell into a dangerous ambush.

The momentum is amazing.

It's a pity that the old monster in front of him doesn't care at all, "It's just a temporary formation, and I want to trap the deity, I really don't know whether to live or die." ”

Before he finished speaking, he flicked his sleeve robe, and a black glow emerged.

Then it turned into a giant hand 100 zhang long and pressed downward.

Rumble!

A loud bang reached his ears, and all the pillars of light burst into nothingness in the void, and those array flags flew out of the dirt.

But it became tattered.

In the distance, Ling Xian's pupils shrank, and he glanced back as if sensing something, his face a little ugly.

Although this formation was hastily deployed, but the power is also good, even if it is an immortal cultivator in the middle of the Yuan Infant, without the kung fu of a cup of tea, he does not want to break it, but he can't block the blow of this old monster, and it is really worthy of its name.

But Ling Xian was not discouraged, at this moment he was flying through a forest, below, there were towering ancient trees everywhere, Ling Xian's sleeve robe flicked, and several dark green array flags flew out again, once again submerged into the soil under his feet.

At the same time, Ling Xian's speed of light did not decrease, and he left this side at a gallop.

After more than ten breaths of effort, the middle-aged Confucian student chased after him like a maggot on the tarsal bone.

The green light flashed, the fluctuations of the formation spread, and the sound of "poof" breaking the air was loud, and dense vines emerged, like pythons, winding towards the other party.

"Banmen get an axe!"

A sneer appeared on the corner of the old demon's mouth, and this time a short axe appeared in his hand, and in a flash of cold light, it slashed downward.

The short axe was no more than a foot long, but its power was staggering, and the power of this split was as if the entire void had been torn apart, and all the trees and vines had been shattered. (To be continued.) )