Chapter 2467： Refining

In the air, Ling Xian was pale and coughing up blood.

The three mysterious powers are terrible, one tore his physical body, one to imprison his mana, and one to shake his soul.

This method is similar to Fengling Three Arrows, which are aimed at the three souls, but it is more terrifying than Fengling Three Arrows.

Even the body of Ling Xian gradually cracked and almost disintegrated.

Fortunately, his soul is fine.

But he embarked on the road of immortal soul, unless it is Supreme Supreme to display the nine wonderful seals, otherwise, don't try to shake his soul.

"This method is called Jiu Miao Yin, and it has nine kinds of power."

"With my cultivation, I can only use three kinds of power, but it is enough to make you disappear!"

The Lord of the Battle Hall laughed, but also pale and coughing up blood.

According to his cultivation, it is not yet possible to display the nine magic seals. The result of forcible display is only one.

"not necessarily."

Ling Xian's eyes were deep and dim, and Honghuang created two heavenly powers that were running wildly, refining three mysterious forces.

If he can refine, he can break the situation, otherwise, he will set foot on Huangquan.

"Give up the resistance. If your cultivation is higher than me, the power of Jiu Miaoyin cannot help you, but your cultivation is not as good as mine."

"Even if you have meritocracy, don't try to refine!"

The Lord of the Hall sneered and looked at Ling Xian as if looking at a dead man.

The red-haired old man also felt that Ling Xian would die.

His ancestors were once the teachings of the Holy Sect, and naturally knew the terribleness of Jiu Miaoyin. Not to mention Ling Xian's cultivation is not as good as the Lord of the War Hall. Even if he is flat, don't try to refine the power of this method.

"I'm the one who hurt you." The red-haired old man sighed, regretted and ashamed.

"I won't die." Ling Xian's eyes were deep, and it was not difficult to refine the power of Jiu Miaoyin, but the difficulty was whether the physical soul could persist to that moment.

If he did not embark on the path of immortal soul, he would certainly not be able to persist in the moment of refining, but his soul contains immortality, how could he not be able to persist?

"Dead duck has a hard mouth."

The old man in Tsing Yi sneered, then turned his eyes to the Lord of the Battle Hall, and said, "Is it all worthwhile with him, is it worth it?"

"That year, he escaped from me, and it was my loss."

"Today, even if I die, I don't want to lose to him."

The Lord of the Hall coughed up blood and was extremely weak, but he was smiling.

A smug smile.

"No more, I won't say much. When I return to Zongmen, I will let the palm teacher give the reward to your descendants."

The old man in Tsing Yi sighed. The master of the battle hall used nine magical tricks. Even the true immortal could not save him.

"Thank you."

The Lord of the Battle Hall smiled, then turned his eyes to Ling Xian, and said, "I'm not your opponent, but the winner is me."

"What is the same win?" Ling Xian shook her head and laughed, not to mention that he would not die. Even if it did, the Lord of the Battle Hall would not win.

"Haha, I'm a loser and pull the winner back, isn't it a win?" The Lord of the Battle Hall laughed wildly, not concealing his pride.

"You say so, I don't dispute."

"But you can't win."

Ling Xian's eyes are deep, and he is fully operating the two great achievements of the flood and the natural resources, fighting against time and refining the power of the nine wonderful seals.

"I'd like to see how long you can calm down!"

The Lord of the Hall laughed, but the next moment, his smile froze on his face.

Because of this, Ling Xian's body no longer cracked and no longer bleeds.

This means that he refined the power of Jiu Miaoyin.

"How is that possible ?!" The Lord of the Battlefield looked dull and could not accept this fact.

The same goes for the elderly in Tsing Yi and the elderly with red hair.

They know how terrible Jiu Miao Yin is. Even if they have no confidence in refining, Ling Xian has done it. This is simply incredible!

"Nothing is impossible. Jiu Miaoyin is indeed an invincible art, but you can't even practice it at home."

Ling Xian faintly spoke, fortunately she embarked on the road of immortal soul, but also for her physical strength, otherwise, it is difficult to persist to the moment of refining.

"Damn, I don't believe that even Jiu Miaoyin can't help you!" The Lord of the Battle Hall angered the crown, burning blood, and urged Jiu Miaoyin again.

However, the mysterious power only disappeared for a moment.

At his moment, even at the cost of death, it is impossible to urge Jiu Miaoyin.

"If it had more than one kind of power, it would kill me. Unfortunately, you can only use three kinds of power."

Ling Xian sighed lightly, Jiu Miaoyin was too terrible, but only three kinds of power put him in crisis. If the nine kinds of powers appeared together, I don't know how strong it would be.

"I was defeated. I never thought that I would never be able to do the same with you ..."

The Lord of the Battle Hall smiled bitterly, but at the cost of his life, he only hurt Lingxian. Who can change without bitterness?

"Resentment back then, today."

"The grudge between you and me is over."

Ling Xian glanced briefly at the Lord of the Battle Hall, and had no intention of shooting.

The Lord of the Battle Hall forcibly urged the Nine Mysterious Seals, which was on the verge of death, or it would soon be extinct.

"I can't kill you, it doesn't mean that Halloween can't kill you."

The Lord of the Battle Hall took a deep look at Ling Xian and said, "I am waiting for you on Huangquan Road."

After speaking, he disappeared like a cloud of smoke, leaving no trace.

"You go with peace of mind, this debt, I will recover it for you." The old man in Tsing Yi had cold eyes, and his intention to kill was astonished.

"Do you have the ability to recover?"

"Now, but two to one."

Ling Xianxing's eyes narrowed, one-on-one, he and the red-haired old man were not rivals of the old man in Tsing Yi, but the two-on-one victory was unexpected.

"So what? How many ants can shake the big tree?" The old man in Tsing Yi sneered, not keeping Ling Xian and the red-haired old man in his eyes.

"You look down on us too much and overestimate yourself too." Ling Xian said lightly. Although he was not badly injured, it did not affect the combat effectiveness.

Joining hands with the red-haired elderly, coupled with the many details of Jing Jing Palace, is enough to fight the elderly in Tsing Yi.

"I'm too lazy to talk nonsense with you, let's go." The old man in Tsing Yi stood high, like a supreme god, overlooking Cangsheng.

"This battle is either his death or us."

Ling Xian looked dignified, and said, "So, give it your best."

The words fell, and he used the strongest gesture, such as the revival of the fairy king, shaking the heavens and the world.

The red-haired old man no longer kept it, and used all the details of Jing Jing Palace.

boom!

The wind was rising, the sky was dark, Ling Xian teamed up with the red-haired old man and launched a stormy offensive against the old man in Tsing Yi.

brush!

One sword comes out, ten thousand swords fall, and the old man in Tsing Yi casts his unparalleled Dafa to confront Ling Xian and the red-haired old man.

In just a few breaths, the three had more than two hundred moves against them. If it weren't for the red-haired old man who used the secret treasure, the Holy Palace would have been razed to the ground.

"Let me die!"

The old man in Tsing Yi shouted, and a huge black hole emerged, releasing unmatched suction, as if it could be sucked into the world.

This changed the look of the red-haired old man, and Ling Xian moved.

However, he didn't panic, there was the hand of Stealing God, he was not afraid of suction!

At the moment, Ling Xian used the stealing God's hand that was condensed a little to smash the black hole.