Chapter 1839： Dan Zuxian

Saint ancestors are true enlightened, true invincible.

Taking Ling Xian's current energy as an example, let alone killing the ancestor, even if it was a piece of hair, he could not shake it.

This was still the case when the sacred ancestor was sealed and he tried his best.

There is no way, the gap is too big. If the ancestor broke out, he could not even shoot.

Therefore, Ling Xian walked neatly without hesitation.

The same goes for the elderly.

The two marched side by side. About half an hour later, a palace appeared in front of them.

I saw that the palace is neither atmospheric nor luxurious, and it feels extremely contradictory, like the coexistence of righteousness and evil.

This made Ling Xian narrow her eyes and looked carefully.

After that, his complexion changed.

Because, this is another big battle.

Although Ling Xian didn't know the name and ability of this array, he was certain that this array was better than the Qianli Cemetery!

"Didn't it happen, but is it suppressing a saint ancestor?" Ling Xian looked dignified.

"Thinking more, in my opinion, this is the core of Danzu's tomb."

The old man's eyes were fiery, and he said, "Did you not find Dan Xiang much richer?"

"Found."

Ling Xian nodded gently, Danxiang here was very rich, as if in front of her eyes.

In other words, the elixir is in the temple.

"What are you waiting for?"

The old man grinned and said, "Danzu inheritance is also very likely in it."

After that, he stepped out and entered the hall.

The same is true of Lingxian.

As soon as he stepped into the hall, a teleportation array manifested, teleporting him to a starry sky.

This is not a real starry sky, but an illusory scene constructed with great mana.

Therefore, Ling Xian did not panic.

However, when a person condensed from the sky, he was somewhat moved.

Just because the man is wearing armor and holding a war spear, from these two points of view, it is no different from the spirit he encountered in the Qianli Cemetery.

"Tested ..."

Ling Xian frowned slightly, before thinking, Ying Ling had already killed.

That war spear broke through the galaxy, spurred the power of the stars, and killed Lingxian.

Seeing this, Ling Xian didn't panic, swiping her hands to make the war spear deviate from seven inches. Then, he pointed out and smashed the spirit in an instant.

Although this man is the same as his cultivation, but it is just the addition of the five extreme realms, naturally it can't stop him.

When Ling Xian smashed this person, another hero emerged, more solid and stronger than before.

"Six Polar Realms ..."

Ling Xian's expression was condensed, and he pointed out like a sword, and pointed out strongly.

boom!

The stars exploded, Tianyu trembled, and the interception of the gods pointed to the overbearing and powerful, and instantly wiped this person out.

The next moment, another figure condensed, as if it were the seven polar realms.

"If I suppress this person, will there be eight extremes?"

Ling Xian frowned, but at the moment, he couldn't help thinking about it.

Ying Ling was killed with a single shot, tearing the everlasting blue sky, and the horror was extreme.

Even Ling Ling must be treated with caution.

At the moment, he pointed out and struck the spear.

clang!

Like an immortal gold collision, the aftermath smashes the void and explodes the stars.

Ling Xian took seven steps backwards, her index finger dripped blood, and she trembled slightly.

Ying Ling didn't see the blood, and the war spear didn't change, but his body was a bit illusory.

The next instant, he swept his spear, two phoenix birds fluttered out, red flames flew thousands of miles, and burned Xinghe.

However, it is not enough to make Lingxian discolor.

He took it easy, dialed Fulongqin with ten fingers, put out the fire, and crushed the phoenix bird.

Then, he swept across the sky, illuminating Tianyu and showing his sharp edge.

boom!

The hero was shot with a gun, fierce like a **** of war, and crushed the sword.

"It is indeed a member of the Invincible Legion. They are so brave after death. They must be a tiger in their lifetime."

Ling Xian sighed. Her hands were drawn again and again, and Fulong Qinqu was reproduced.

At the same time, the mountain and river tripod fell, as if a piece of blue sky fell down, even the Ying Ling holding the gun to the sky, was also bent over the spine.

Seeing this, Lingxian not only did not pursue the victory, but scattered the river and river tripod.

Heroes can die, but not shame!

This is his tribute, his respect!

Unfortunately, the spirit is no longer sane, and will only act instinctively.

Therefore, he rifled the sky with a gun, directly approaching the heart of Ling Xianmei.

"If you are sane, you are definitely equal to me."

"Unfortunately, you are dead, even if you have an indomitable fighting spirit, you are not my opponent."

Ling Xian's expression was calm, her left hand cut her fingers, her right hand was flat, and her style was invincible, which illuminated Xinghe.

Boom boom!

God pointed at the shock, Emperor's fist regret, the two complemented each other, the hero was unable to parry, and slowly dissipated.

Seeing this, Lingxian not only did not relax, but stood still.

Just because, according to the law, the next spiritual spirit that should appear should be the Eight Polar Realms.

This kind of strong, even if he puts on the golden battle armor, it is difficult to compete.

"This should be a test. If not, you can directly dispatch the eighth state hero.

"And no test will exceed the limit of the tester, otherwise it will lose its meaning."

"Therefore, there may not be eight heroes in the polar world."

Ling Xian narrowed her eyes and waited.

And it turned out that his guess was correct.

What he waited for was not the heroes of the Eight Polar Realms, but a sentence, a word of appreciation.

"You're fine, not because of your talent, but because you respect the character of the hero."

Hearing that Ling Xian's pupils shrank, her body suddenly tightened.

Ever since he came in, he has never noticed someone, and a word suddenly came out, naturally he was moved.

But the next moment, he calmed down and said, "Who is your Excellency?"

"Lord of this place." The gentle words sounded.

"You ... Are you Danzu?" Ling Xian's pupils shrank, and her mind shook.

"You can call me that too."

Gentle voice sounded: "It's rare to see a pleasing junior, come in and talk."

The words fell, and the scene in front of Ling Xian suddenly changed. It was no longer a starry sky, but a sea of ​​blood.

What I saw in the eyes was full of red, shivering like hell.

Above the **** body of the corpse, an old man in white is like a moon, empty-eyed, kind-hearted, good-looking.

Although he is in purgatory, if he does not extinguish the sun, he dispels the cold and warm the earth.

His eyes are deep, looking through eternity, full of wisdom and vicissitudes.

"You ... are you Danzu?"

Ling Xian hesitated. From a temperament point of view, this person is indeed a true fairy, and such extraordinary charm cannot be faked.

But he really couldn't believe that Danzu would appear here.

"Isn't it like?"

Danzu smiled mildly and said, "Is it in your eyes that I should be magical and cold?"

"From a temperament perspective, you are indeed immortal."

Ling Xian shook her head and said, "But in my eyes, you are no different from the magic."

"Oh?"

Danzu was intrigued, and smiled softly, "Is it because of the tomb of all death?"

"Good."

"Sacrifice all souls for one's selfish desire, what's the difference from the demon?"

Ling Xian's eyes are sharp and sharp, like a fairy sword.

"Good sharp eyes, for many years, no one dared to look at me like this." Danzu sighed.