Chapter 2497： Shot

Deep in the mountains, the skinny old man's eyes were hot and his breathing was short.

There is no way to rush, but the blood of the invincible sacred ancestor, as long as he refines, he can become supreme!

"I can't be supreme, I don't know, but I'm sure you will become a monster that only knows to kill."

Ling Xianxing's eyes narrowed, the blood race was extremely terrible, even if you look at all ages, they are an extremely powerful race.

Even if it is just a drop of blood, it has the power of confusion. If the old man is refined, he will most likely lose his mind.

"Why?" The skinny old man frowned.

"Have you heard of the blood race?" Ling Xian looked dignified. He didn't know the blood race before. The demon told him.

"Bloodlines?"

The skinny old man changed his face and said, "That's the blood of the blood ancestor?"

"Good."

Ling Xian sighed softly and said, "How terrible the blood is, I think you should know."

"Everyone who knows a little bit knows how terrible blood is."

"Although the blood race is extinct, the former blood race was brilliant and almost unified the sanctuary."

The skinny old man lamented, there was regret, and there was fear.

Hundreds of thousands of years ago, the blood tribe came to the sanctuary, and even the holy tribe was afraid of three points.

"So, you can't refine this drop of blood." Ling Xianxing's eyes narrowed, the blood tribe was terrible, not to mention the invincible sage?

Even the Supreme cannot stop the deceptive power of this blood.

"I understand." The slender old man sighed, he knew how terrible the blood was. If he forcibly refined the blood, the best result would be loss of mind.

The worst result is likely to be lost.

The blood race is not only terrible, but also extremely mysterious.

"Let's go, since you can't refine it, don't grab it."

"No, this blood must be taken away."

Ling Xian's eyes were deep and she said, "Although it cannot be refined, this blood is also a treasure that is hard to find in the world, and even the only one in the world. How can you miss it?"

"If you want, I'll shoot." The skinny old man smiled and smiled. In the past few days, he got seven valuable treasures, and Ling Xian didn't need one.

Therefore, he wanted to take a shot and grab a treasure for Lingxian.

"This time, I will also shoot."

Ling Xian looked dignified and said: "The two people have laid the Tianluodi net. It is difficult for you to get out of it alone."

Hearing that, the old man nodded gently, but did not refuse.

He knew that Ling Xian was very strong. Although he was only in the early days of entering the Holy Land, his combat power was definitely able to fight the two men.

"Let's do it. After we get the **** stone, we will withdraw it." Ling Xian stood up, a flash of heat flashed in the eyes of the stars.

The blood of the ancestor is precious, and the blood of the blood ancestor is inestimable. In any case, he will not miss it.

At the moment, he swept across the sky with no repulsion, shaking the entire strange stone mine.

At the same time, the skinny old man also shot.

boom!

The eight desolations shook together, and the world was shocked. The old man's shot was a taboo method, showing the unparalleled edge.

"You finally showed up."

The elder man in white looked dull, and when he stood up, eight flags whistled out, blocked the void, and imprisoned in all directions.

The old man in Tsing Yi also took out a battle plate and turned it into a large battle, covering Ling Xian and the dry old man.

"Sure enough," Ling Xian looked intently, but did not panic.

Either the eight-stroke banner, or the large-scale killings, the threat is not great in the face of his master.

"Trouble." The dry-skinned old man frowned slightly, bombarding the banner with majestic mana, but the power was shared by the eight banners, unable to break it.

This changed his face, knowing that he was in danger, and a little carelessness would fall.

"Don't waste any effort. The eight flags are connected to each other. With your strength, it is impossible to break."

The old man in white smiled proudly and said, "This time, I'm going to unload you eight pieces."

"You haven't got this ability yet." The dry-skinned old man looked cold, majestic mana swept across ten squares, fighting against the battlefield.

"Haha, I really don't, but there are kills and flags."

The white-haired old man laughed loudly and said, "These two killers are specially prepared for you. Unless you are supreme, otherwise you will die."

On hearing that, the skinny old man looked gloomy.

He had tried it and couldn't smash the banner, which meant that he couldn't leave.

And in the case of not being able to escape, even if he can stop the killing, he can't stop the two powerful men in the late stage of the Holy Land.

"Give up the resistance, obediently follow me back to the Ming ethnic group for trial. Maybe I'll show mercy and say a few words for you." The old man in white smiled, and the victory was in his hands.

The same is true for the elderly in Tsing Yi.

"Dream." The slender old man sneered, mana surged, and he fought against the battle.

Ling Xian did not fight, he was breaking.

Although this array is powerful, it is not much in front of his master.

Therefore, in just ten breaths, Ling Xian broke up and killed.

The array cracked and faded.

This made a few people in the room hold back, did not expect Ling Xian to be able to quietly crack and kill.

"Who are you?" The old man in white looked gloomy, killing intently and heading for Xiaohan.

"It's his helper." Ling Xian smiled lightly, raised her hand and struck eight flags.

This treasure is different. No matter which array of flags is bombarded, the power will be shared by the eight flags. Only the pattern of the banner can be completely broken.

This is not difficult for Lingxian.

Just a few breaths, the banner of the banner was broken by him.

Suddenly, the banner cracked, and the force of imprisonment dissipated.

"How is that possible?" The old man in white stayed, as did the old man in Tsing Yi and the old man who was lean.

They never dreamed that Ling Xian could crack the banner, and it was easier to crack than to drink water.

"Now, you have no reliance." Ling Xian's expression was calm, just like Wuxian came to dust, surpassing all beings.

"Damn!" The old man in white looked gloomy, never proud of it.

The same is true for the elderly in Tsing Yi.

The big banner and the battlefield are their biggest reliance. Without these two killers, they can't keep the skinny old man, naturally they are not proud.

"Ha ha ha, walking with you is really the right decision."

The skinny old man laughed loudly, knowing that the bureau had been broken, and could retreat with **** stones.

"Well, even if you break the banner, don't even want to leave."

"A monk in the early days of sacred realm, killing you is as easy as a palm." The old man in white sneered, his palm fell, and it fell apart.

"If you want to kill him, you have to ask me if I don't agree." The dry-skinned old man looked cold and pointed like a sword, cracking the sky.

That kind of power, even as strong as a white man, has to stay away from the edge.

"My cultivation is really just the beginning of entering the holy realm, but the strength is enough to fight you." Ling Xian said lightly, using the hands of stealing gods.

Suddenly, no match suction surged out, collecting **** stones.

"Look for death!" The old man in Tsing Yi was angry, black gas swelled, turned into a shadow of the world and broke the sky.

"Strong taboo, but it won't kill me."

Ling Xian looked as usual, and the eight poles and the power to break the five realms broke out.