Almost as soon as they fought, Ling Xian had the upper hand!

The other party's treasure seems to be extraordinary, but it is completely invincible to the Fire Cloud Sword.

This is not unusual, Ling Xian's treasure was originally a top-grade spiritual weapon, and his mana divine sense is far superior to that of immortal cultivators of the same level, facing a foundation building monk who has just been promoted, if this can't be beaten, then there is really a ghost.

Within a few rounds, the opponent's treasure was crumbling.

As a result, the Luo family monks all showed a look of great joy, they didn't expect the strength of this Ling senior to be so remarkable, it seems that this time they can survive the crisis safely.

On the other hand, the immortal cultivators of the ten thousand families were shocked, like mourning and approval, and the expressions on their faces were full of hatred and fear.

This time, they were originally determined to win, but they never dreamed that Ling Immortal would come out of the sky.

Damn it!

The patriarch of the Wan clan was shocked and angry, and of course he refused to admit defeat so easily.

Gritting his teeth, he slapped it on his waist, and the red light flashed, and he took out a quaint painting scroll from it.

A hint of regret flashed in his eyes, the situation of the Wan family and the Luo family was actually similar, a long time ago, they were all brilliant.

But now it has been defeated.

This treasure is a relic left by the ancestors, but today, there is not much mana left in it, it was originally used as a treasure at the bottom of the box, and it cannot be used until the moment of life and death, but at this moment, he can't take care of a lot.

This spiritual place in front of me is determined to be obtained.

He raised his head and looked at Ling Xian's expression full of resentment: "This is all your own fault, go to the Netherworld for a while, don't blame me." ”

"It's ......"

Ling Xian's pupils shrank, and he faintly sensed something wrong in his heart.

For some reason, this scroll gave him a very dangerous feeling.

Although Ling Xian couldn't tell what the origin was, with his character. Of course, you won't be stupid enough to let the other party cast a spell.

The first strike is strong, and the last strike suffers!

This thought turned, Ling Xian's sleeve robe flicked, "brush, brush", and suddenly, several cold light flashed wind blades. Flew out of his sleeves.

Although this is the foundation of the Five Elements, with the strength of Ling Xian's foundation building period, the wind blade is naturally very different from the past.

The diameter, speed, and strength have become terrifying, and even an immortal cultivator at the peak of qi refining will never dare to take this technique.

However, there was no fear on the face of the patriarch of the Wan clan, and the black light sprayed thin at the place where the sleeve robe trembled. The mysterious scroll has been sacrificed.

Unfolded against the wind, like a shield in front of him.

The sound of "puff puff" came to the ears, and several wind blades were like defeated leather, like mud cows entering the sea, without setting off any waves.

Ling Xian's face was a little ugly.

Then I saw that the surface of the scroll was black, and a whirlpool with a diameter of a foot appeared......

"What kind of treasure is this?"

Lin Xuan was shocked.

Originally, I thought that this treasure was similar to the picture of a tiger descending the mountain, and it was a talisman sealed with the soul of a demon beast, but now it seems. But I think too much about myself.

What kind of beast soul talisman is this, and the terrifying aura is constantly diffusing from the whirlpool.

The immortal cultivators of the Luo Wan family also widened their eyes. Although they also felt a little afraid in their hearts, with their strength, they still couldn't figure out what was going on.

Roar!

The roar was loud.

Countless black gases emerged from the whirlpool, and then a head poked out of it.

At first glance, it looks somewhat like a tiger. But if you look closely, it's much more vicious.

The fur is black, the fangs are exposed, and there are as many as two pairs of eyes.

What is it?

Ling Xian obviously hadn't seen it, but he felt inexplicably. The monster in front of him, the aura it exuded, was somewhat familiar.

By the way, when I asked the Immortal Pavilion, Emperor Tianxuan wanted to open the door of the Demon Domain, and what he exuded was this aura.

Ling Xian's face suddenly became extremely gloomy.

Could it be that this monster has something to do with the Demon Domain?

Ling Xian was in no mood to get to the bottom of it.

Although he didn't know much about the Demon Domain, he also knew that it was absolutely terrifying.

All in all, it's never a good thing to be in a relationship with them.

I even regretted meddling a little in my heart, but at this moment, he was riding a tiger and couldn't allow him to retreat, so the only way to do that was to use thunderbolts to destroy the monster in front of him.

Before the thought could be turned, the roar reached the ears again, and the monster had completely emerged from the whirlpool.

It is more than a few feet long, and there are bat-like wings on its back.

Roar!

The roar reached my ears, and the monster was a blur, and it had already pounced closer.

Ling Xian was shocked, and without thinking about it, he slapped it on his waist, and a shield flew out, turning into a thick curtain of light, enveloping his whole body.

The next moment, it was a strong attack, and Ling Xian was knocked out with a shield.

In mid-air, a mouthful of blood was already spurting thin, and although the shield was not broken, it was also crumbling.

Ling Xian was shocked and angry, he never expected this monster to be so strong.

What he sacrificed just now was an ancient spirit weapon, and its attack was probably far superior to the strength of the peak state in the late stage of foundation building.

What kind of monster was so outrageous, the thought had not yet been turned, and the roar like a tiger's roar came to my ears again.

The monster raised its head, its bloody mouth wide open, and an arm-thick arc of lightning erupted from its mouth.

Black arc.

Pierce the void like a sword.

In an instant, he had come to Ling Xian's side.

There was a sneer on the corner of the Wan clan patriarch's mouth, he was self-inflicted, he couldn't live, who let this stinky boy meddle in his affairs?

And Ling Xian also felt the threat of death.

This blow, I don't know if the light curtain turned by Qingyun Shield can be blocked.

And Ling Xian naturally didn't dare to try anything, as soon as his sleeve robe flicked, more than a dozen talismans slipped out of his sleeves one after another.

There is an attack, there is a defense, and at this time it is too late to distinguish, and all of them are sacrificed.

But there is no use, whether it is a fireball or a light curtain, as soon as it encounters that black arc of light, it can be easily broken.

It's like clay papier-mâché.

The children of the Wan clan cheered loudly, Ling Xian seemed to have been forced to a desperate situation, but was it really the case, these Five Elements Spirit Runes seemed to have no effect, but in fact, they had bought him a little time.

The difference is a thousand miles, what Ling Xian wants is this little bit of timing.

I saw that his right hand was flipped, and in the palm of his hand, there was another talisman.

It was black, and unlike ordinary rune paper, it was made of animal skin.

Ling Xian's hand shook slightly, and this talisman spontaneously combusted without wind.

A flame the size of an egg suddenly appeared in front of him.

It's similar to the fire bomb technique, but the flame is purple.

A mysterious aura came out of his face.

Ling Xian also had no choice, when the mountains and rivers were exhausted, he could only use the killer weapon obtained from this Phantom Moon Island.

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