Chapter 2850： Attack of the Holy King

The cave was dark and the candlelight was dim.

Ling Xian sat cross-legged, calm down, refining Hongjun's true blood.

He had suppressed the son of Cang, and looked at the universe. He could no longer find an opponent. Even if the gods and gods came together, he was not eligible to fight him.

The only people who can suppress him are the Supreme King, the Supreme Way.

When Lingxian becomes the king of immortals, his opponent will only have the heavenly **** of all beings.

boom!

True blood is violent, fierce and invincible, just like a peerless sky sword, wanting to break the Lingxian meridians.

However, Ling Xian cannot be shaken.

He is the strongest person in the ancient wonderland. The real blood of Hongjun Tianzun can't turn up the storm. Even if he doesn't use Pangu's blood, he can suppress it.

"The son of God is true, and the blood of Hongjun can indeed become the king of immortals."

Ling Xian smiled slightly. With his current strength, refining Hongjun's real blood was easy, but only half an hour later, he incorporated Hongjun's blood into Pangu's blood.

Suddenly, mysterious power emerged, the five internal organs roared, and the veins shook.

The mana soared, as if the waves were raging, shaking the sky.

The immortal king is the most powerful among the heavens and the earth. Throughout the history, there are no more than ten people, and the arrogant wizards from ancient to modern times are countless.

One can imagine how difficult it is to become a king.

Even if the true blood of Hongjun Tianzun is refined, Lingxian is only qualified to become a king, and whether he can land in the kingdom of immortals depends on himself.

At present, Lingxian was calm and calm, and attacked the yoke of the kingland with the unrivaled power that swept the true ancestors of the true gods.

If it succeeds, he will be invincible to both realms, and only the supreme heavenly law will prevail over him.

This is not an exaggeration. Lingxian is invincible in Wonderland, and it is also invincible when you are in the Wonderland! Looking at the two worlds of eternity, I am afraid that there are only two world-famous Celestial Masters who can rival him.

boom!

God shines on the world, Xianwei shakes the heavenly lock, Lingxian is invincible, and even if it is the yoke of the king, it is difficult to stop his edge.

The shackles cracked, the ground shook, and many visions shone in the world. They were gorgeous and mysterious.

In the light of the heavens, Ling Xian sat cross-legged, dazzling the chaos, permeating the power of the fairy king.

If there is a fairy king here, he will sigh that people are more popular than death.

Any immortal king spent nine cattle and two tigers to break the lock and land on the immortal kingdom.

Even the proud King of the Heavenly Emperor, who was the head of Wufang Heavenly Emperor, set foot in the kingdom of immortal with a severely wounded body.

However, Ling Xian easily broke the half of the lock and did not suffer a little injury, which was really outrageous.

"Thanks to the Son of God, if there is no real blood of Hongjun, I would like to visit the kingdom of immortals for at least fifty years."

Ling Xian smiled slightly, the fairy king's shackles had been broken half, at most half an hour, he could become the fairy king, sweeping both circles.

At the moment, the sky is extremely sharp, and the siege of the king's realm is furious.

However, at this moment, Daling Ling shuddered, repaired 60% of the fairyland, and collapsed.

The majesty of the strongest swept across all realms, and the bright light illuminated nine days. An unrivaled man stepped forward, hunted in blood, and danced with red hair.

It is the sacred king of the blood tribe that slayed the last immortal king.

He bears his hands behind his back. He is terrible and terrible. Xeon is invincible, trembling for nine days and ten places.

The blood race is an immortal legend. Throughout the history of the Sanctuary, the blood race recognizes the second, and no one dares to recognize the first.

In the most glorious era of the blood race, the saints bowed their heads, and the gods surrendered. If the heavens of the sanctuary were not shot, the blood race would unify the sanctuary.

This race is too antithetical. The ordinary children are comparable to the nine major holy bodies, the bloodline of the lineage, and even the five most powerful races.

If it were not for the scarcity of human beings, and if you did not want to be a godhead, the universe would have been destroyed hundreds of thousands of years ago.

"Looks like I appeared in time."

Looking at Ling Xian, who is about to become king, the sacred king of the tribe laughed and said, "If you are late, you may not be suppressed."

"My luck is as bad as ever." Ling Xian sighed softly. The thing he was most worried about was that before the immortal king, the Holy Blood King was born.

Wherever he is, he is invincible. If he becomes an immortal king, it is easy to suppress the sacred king of the blood race.

Unfortunately, no if.

It took half an hour for Lingxian to set foot on the immortal king's realm. This time was enough for the Holy Blood King to kill him 10,000 times.

"Not bad, but bad."

The Blood King looked down at Ling Xian and chuckled, "My luck is very good. I took your physical body and just landed on the fairy land without any loss."

"Indeed, you are right in time."

Ling Xian sighed. It was a matter of nailing him to become the immortal king. The sacred king of the blood occupies his flesh the moment before, and the second moment is the most powerful one.

"Are you going to arrest yourself or let me take you on my way?" The Holy King of the blood triumphantly smiled, thinking of the pain sixty years ago, he wanted to smash Ling Xian to death.

"I don't want to choose."

Ling Xian looked calm and said: "I am not your opponent in life and death duel, but your purpose is to win the house, and the battle of souls, I may not lose."

"The gap between the immortal soul and the holy king soul is waiting for the immortal soul, not to mention that I have also embarked on the road of immortal soul."

The sacred king of the blood tribe laughed. He knew that Ling Xian embarked on the road of immortal souls, and was only one step away from the end, but this was not enough to smooth the gap with him.

After all, one is the immortal soul and the other is the holy king soul. "I'm not your opponent alone, but who told you I'm alone?"

Ling Xian looked as usual, saying: "I'm advised to say one thing, don't make mistakes."

"The last immortal king can't scare me, what do you think?" The sacred king of the blood tribe glanced at Ling Xian and said, "You just want to delay time. Unfortunately, I won't be fooled by you."

"If you think I'm procrastinating, then when I didn't say it, do it." Ling Xian said lightly, calmly.

The thing he was most worried about was that before the immortal king was born, how could the holy king of the blood race be born without any preparation?

Although there are few means to block the **** holy king, Lingxian can still do it in the case of soul battle.

"Bloated." The sacred Wang Jianmei frowned slightly, wondering whether Lingxian was holding off time or full of anger.

However, he had no choice.

Wanting to get rid of the sanctuary heaven and ask the highest peak of eternity, he can only capture Ling Xian's physical body, and this is the best opportunity at this moment.

Once Lingxian became the king of immortals, he lost his advantage and was lucky to be alive. It was impossible to capture Lingxian's physical body.

"You try to know." Ling Xian calmly, as if the opposite is not the invincible Blood King, but a layer of fragile window paper.

"I'll take you on my way." The blood of the holy king of the tribe came out of his soul.

The flesh is broken, the soul will not be destroyed, but if the soul is dissipated, the flesh will die together, and the elixir cannot be saved.

Therefore, the sacred king of the blood race can only let the soul enter Lingxian to understand the sea, and kill the soul at the moment, occupying Lingxian's physical body.

When his soul entered Lingxian to understand the sea, he saw two souls.

The first is Lingxian, and the second is the head of Wufang Tiandi, the proud King of Heaven.

The two stood with their hands on their backs, smiling at the corners of their mouths, and looked at the holy king of the blood tribe with playful eyes.