Chapter 2460： Shock Palace

At the top of the town, Ling Xian stood against his hands, his white clothes fluttered, and his black hair danced softly.

Although Prison Fairy can trap the tall woman for six months, it is not a long-term solution. After all, he and the tall woman are destined to have a battle.

And it is destined that only one person can survive.

"Anyway, she can't let her leave alive."

Ling Xian frowned. Although she did not fight with the tall woman, he determined that this woman was the only enemy in her life.

Even he was not sure of victory.

"The imperative battle is either her death or me." Ling Xianxing's eyes narrowed, and the cold mang appeared.

Then he stopped thinking about it and practiced meditation.

Time passed little by little. Three months later, Meng Changhe fell and smiled, "Sir, we should leave."

Hearing that, Ling Xian opened her eyes and stood up.

As he got up, the fierce prestige swept the Eight Wildlands, and even Meng Changhe was frightened.

"I haven't seen him in March, and my strength has improved." Meng Changhe praised, a little more confident.

"Just a touch of refinement."

Ling Xian sighed. When he entered the sanctuary, his practice became more and more difficult. He studied hard for more than three years, but he only got a little better.

If there is no fate, it is too difficult to break through to the middle of the Holy Land.

"With his amazing talents, he will surely be able to set foot in the supreme state and even become a close man." Meng Changhe laughed.

"hope so."

Ling Xian's eyes were deep, giving him enough time, and he would definitely be able to cultivate to the summit of the Holy Land, but what he lacked most was time.

Not to mention the invincible ancestors who suppressed the five elements, and talking about tall women alone is a big trouble.

"Let's go and resolve your troubles with Xian Fuzong first," Ling Xian said lightly.

"Sir, please follow me." Meng Changhe said softly, and flew towards the southeast.

Ling Xian followed closely behind.

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Jing Jing Palace is one of the eight major gates of Kunlun Star, and is recognized as the strongest force in the world.

This case has been passed down for ten thousand years, and the masters are like clouds. There are only three who are strong in the sanctuary on the bright side.

One of them was still powerful in the later stage of the Holy Land, only one step away from the Supreme.

At this moment, Ling Xian and Meng Changhe came to Jing Jing Palace.

Looking at the magnificent palace, Meng Changhe sighed with emotion: "For thousands of years, the Jingsheng Palace has always been glorious, unlike my immortal Fuzong, which was once glorious, but now it is unbearable.

"The decline is only temporary. I believe that one day, Xian Fuzong will return to its former glory." Ling Xian smiled lightly.

"If Mr. Ken is willing to help, my immortal Fuzong will rise!"

Ling Xian is not only a powerful person who enters the sacred realm, but also a great master of Fu Dao. If he does his best, then, regardless of his strength or Fu Dao, Xian Fu Zong can reach a new level.

"What I can do is not as good as asking me to take good care of Yunmeng."

"This girl is more extraordinary than you think. The Grand Master is just her starting point, and the Grand Master is not her ending."

Ling Xian smiled lightly. If you look at the world, who is most likely to be comparable to the fifth burning day, it is not him, but Lu Yunmeng.

She is the legendary near-fu body, most hopefully comparable, even beyond the fifth burning day!

"Isn't the Grand Master her end point?" Meng Changhe's pupils shrank, and it was not expected that Ling Xian would give Lu Yunmeng such a high evaluation.

"Trust me, Yun Meng can give you back more than you imagine." Ling Xian smiled slightly without exaggerating.

"I understand."

Meng Changhe Zheng Jianzheng said, "These sects all have saints, and they are second only to the elders and palm teachers. From now on, Yunmeng is the saint of my immortal Fuzong."

"Very good, but you remember, I don't want Yun Meng to have another Master."

Ling Xian's expression was indifferent. If Lu Yunmeng volunteered to worship others as a teacher, he wouldn't say anything, but if someone forced it, don't blame him.

"Sir rest assured, who dares to grab your apprentice with you?"

Meng Changhe smiled bitterly. He still remembers that Ling Xian easily suppressed the images of the three powerful men who entered the holy realm. Even if he ate the heart of a bear, he would not dare to grab his apprentice with Ling Xian!

"Old man, it's been a long time."

The plain words sounded, and an old man in gray clothes walked out of the void, suffocating the mountains and rivers, shaking with horror.

This made Meng Changhe look calm and whispered to Ling Xian: "There are two late monks in the Holy Land on the Ming Damen, one is the elder of the Supreme Shock Palace, and the other is him."

"I see it."

Ling Xian's eyes were deep and dark, and the gray-clad old man didn't have the momentum to converge. Naturally, he could see that this man was a strong man in the late stage of entering the holy realm.

"See an old friend, don't you even say hello?" The gray-clad old man glanced at Meng Changhe.

"Huh, you and I are not friends." Meng Changhe snorted, apparently having a bad relationship with the gray-clad old man.

"Well, you and I are brothers and sisters who grew up together. Now even friends are not counted?" The gray-clad old man made a sad look.

"From the moment you rebelled against Xian Fuzong, you and I are no longer fellow brothers." Meng Changhe sneered.

"At that time, your cultivation was above me. Do you know why I am far superior to you now?"

The old man in gray clothing laughed and said, "It's because I abandoned the dark and cast the light, but you are guarding a fallen gate and refuse to leave."

"I'm not as knowledgeable about current affairs as you are." Meng Changhe sneered.

"If I remember correctly, Xian Fuzong has been bottomed nine times in a row. If you are ranked last today, Xian Fuzong's status will not be maintained.

The old man in gray clothes smiled and said, "If you ask me, I can help you."

"You don't have to worry, this time, my Xian Fuzong will not be at the bottom anymore." Meng Changhe glanced at the gray-clad old man, he was very clear that Ling Xian's strength, even if he could not be among the top three, would not be at the bottom .

"Your strength has not improved at all, and you dare to say that you will not be at the bottom?" The old man in gray clothes sneered.

"I really didn't improve, but who told you that this time I played?"

Meng Changhe laughed and turned his eyes to Lingxian, saying, "Introduce you, this is my elder elder Fuxong, this time, let him fight."

Hearing that the elderly man in grey clothes frowned slightly, his eyes flowed, and Lingxian's cultivation behavior was explored.

Unfortunately, I can't see it.

Ling Xian's method of concentrating interest is a perfect flawless mask of heavenly gods. Under the condition of concealment, only the Supreme can see it.

"If you want to know my cultivation behavior, frankly, there is no need to investigate." Ling Xian smiled slightly and dispersed the sky **** array.

"In the beginning of the Holy Land ..."

The gray-clad old man froze, then shook his head and laughed: "I thought you had invited the strong one. I didn't expect it, just a monk like you."

Hearing that, Meng Changhe laughed.

He wanted to be the same as Ling Xian, but unfortunately, he was not qualified to compare with Ling Xian at all.

It is no exaggeration to say that with Lingxian's strength, it is enough to sweep all the early monks in the ninth realm of the Eight Great Sects. Even in the middle period, it may not be his opponent.

"What are you laughing at?" The gray man frowned.

"I laugh at you without eyes." Meng Changhe sarcastically, wanting to say Lingxian's strength.

However, stopped by Ling Xian.

He said lightly: "Stop being suspicious so as not to be targeted."