It is not wrong to say that a dead horse should be a live horse doctor, but the power of this talisman is indeed staggering, although its specific origin Ling Xian is not clear, but he has a lot of certainty in his heart.

Rumble!

A loud sound came to the ears, and the next moment, purple flames and black arcs collided together in mid-air, and the two forces were extremely powerful, but they were like water meeting fire, and after a soft sound of "snort", they turned into a puff of green smoke and disappeared at the same time.

Ling Xian breathed a sigh of relief, but the expression on his face was also extremely unexpected, he had personally experienced the power of this purple star spiritual fire, the other party actually blocked it so easily, what was the mystery of this black arc?

Ling Xian, who was frightened, dared to hide clumsy, flicked his robe, and planned to sacrifice the treasure at the bottom of the box in his hand.

However, at this moment, there was an unexpected scene, the terrible demonic beast snorted and turned into nothingness out of thin air.

"This ......"

Ling Xian was dumbfounded, his first reaction was that the other party was performing some strange secret technique, and he had already suffered a lot of losses, and he hurriedly released his divine consciousness with all his might, carefully guarding against the dangers and accidents that were about to occur.

However, it turned out that Ling Xian was worried too much.

Because not only did no danger occur, the ancient scroll in Wan Mutian's hand also spontaneously combusted without wind, and finally turned into gray smoke.

The terrible whirlpool vanished.

Ling Xian was a little stunned at first, but after thinking about it for a while, he naturally understood the whole story, God really helped me.

Although I don't know what kind of treasure the other party sacrificed just now, it is obviously the same as the beast talisman in principle.

And the energy inside, or mana, was depleted at this time.

Thinking of this, Ling Xian was naturally overjoyed, and Wan Mutian's expression. But it was much more ugly than crying, he knew that the mana of this ancestral treasure was not much, but he never dreamed that there was only such a little bit left.

It's still exhausted at a critical moment, what can you do with it?

Seeing Ling Xian turn his head, his forehead was covered with cold sweat.

There are no ancestral treasures. Relying on one's own strength to carry it is simply like looking for death.

And he finally became an immortal cultivator in the foundation building period, of course he didn't want to fall like this.

So he barely squeezed out a smile from his face: "This Taoist friend, as the saying goes, if you don't fight, you don't know each other, why don't we just shake hands and make peace, today's matter is over, I don't know what to do?"

Saying this, it was obvious that he had softened, but the corners of Ling Xian's mouth showed a sneer.

"Shake hands and make peace, this abacus is really good, but it has come to an end. Can you still let him?"

turned a blind eye, but with a wave of his hand, he sacrificed another treasure.

It is a palm-sized silver bell.

The shape is simple, faintly revealing the extraordinary.

Ling Xian stretched out his hand and gently pulled it out on the clock face.

Boom......

Suddenly, a sound like a big bell came into the ears, and although the sound wave was a qualitative and intangible thing, its power was extraordinary.

Na Wan Mu Tian directly spurted a mouthful of blood, and things came to this point. It's not important to lose face, and I feel like I'm dying. He hurriedly begged for mercy loudly: "Daoyou's subordinates are merciful, there are thousands of mistakes, they are all my fault, I shouldn't be lustful for profit......"

This guy can really see the wind and rudder, but it's a pity that this trick is no longer useful here in Ling Xian.

As the saying goes, wildfires don't burn out. The spring breeze blows and grows, and the tiger returns to the mountain, but it will leave endless troubles for yourself.

What's more, the other party is a villain, how could Ling Xian believe his nonsense.

Eliminate the evil!

So Ling Xian's sleeve robe flicked, not only did he not stop. Instead, he injected more mana into the two spiritual weapons.

Suddenly, the Huoyun Sword buzzed loudly, and the other party's treasure, the aura had dimmed to an incomprehensible state, and a click came to the ear, and it was actually cut into two pieces and turned into mortal iron.

"Hurry!"

Ling Xian pointed forward again.

The fire cloud sword flashed, and the sound of breaking through the air was loud, like an enemy slashing down.

Wan Mutian was shocked, of course he would not sit still, and while begging for mercy like Ling Xian, he sacrificed another bead-like spirit weapon.

But there is no use.

The begging for mercy turned a blind eye, as for the bead, it was just a medium-grade spiritual weapon, and after only resisting two rounds, it was also chopped into pieces and dropped.

"No!"

The patriarch of the Wan clan was shocked and angry, but his expression of fear was obviously even more, and at this time, he couldn't care about anything else, and his whole body was blue, as if he was fleeing from a distance.

This guy actually regarded his family as nothing, and only cared about himself and escaped.

Everyone has their own choices, and this guy is obviously very selfish.

Staying in Qingshan is not afraid of running out of firewood, but unfortunately the idea is good, but Ling Xian, how could he let him escape from his eyes?

No matter how fast the monk's retreat is, it is dwarfed by the speed of the treasure.

I saw that Hongmang made a big move, and then the scream of "ah" came to his ears, and the head of the Wan clan had been taken off.

The rest of the Wan clan people looked at each other, and their faces became extremely pale one by one.

Originally, they came here with high spirits, but they never dreamed that it would end up like this.

The hunter has become the prey, the soul of the patriarch has returned to the underworld, and these people are not also slaughtered by others?

Should I run away, beg for mercy, or fight to the death?

On the surface, there were three options, but soon, these people found that they had all lost their courage.

"Seniors spare their lives. ”

"Seniors have mercy!"

"It's all Nawankida's fault, we were all forced here by him. ”

......

For a while, the voices begging for mercy came and went, but Ling Xian turned a blind eye, he turned his head: "Luo Daoyou, how these guys should fall, you can see it yourself." ”

After all, he was just here to help, of course Ling Xian would not be anti-guest-oriented, how to deal with these people, they all listened to Luo Ming.

"Thank you for your kindness. ”

Luo Ming took a long look, the expression on his face was full of gratitude, if it weren't for Ling Xian, the Luo family would face the disaster of annihilation, and now that the danger has been turned into a disaster, his mood is so excited that it can't be overcome.

"Senior, please go back to my Luo family to sit down, thank you for your kindness, I have a treasure in a while, and I want to thank you again. Luo Ming said sincerely.

"Thank you?"

Ling Xian showed a look of surprise on his face, originally he helped the Luo family, but he didn't want to reciprocate, but he didn't expect the other party to say such words.

And according to common sense, it is impossible for such a low-end small family to have anything good, but Ling Xian knows that the Luo clan is the descendants of ancient giants, although these people in front of him, I am afraid that they are not clear, but God knows, what treasures have been handed down from their ancestors?

Ling Xian originally planned to leave, but after hearing what the other party said, he was not in a hurry to leave.

PS: Thank you Ju Haimiao and who else for the reward of the two Taoist friends, thank you for your support, Phantom Rain will work hard, thank you!(To be continued......)