MTL - Painting of the Nine Immortals-Chapter 2840 force
Avenue Da Ling, beside the blood pool.
Ling Xian stood with his hands in his hands, looking at the calm and strange blood, the sword eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, I do not know how to solve the ancestor of the blood pool seal.
This person is the most terrible blood race in the history of the sanctuary, not weak to the sea god, not weak to the demon.
Even more frightening is that this man is a true Xeon, not even his stunning eternal last king, his opponent.
Although this person has been sealed, it is undoubtedly difficult to get rid of him unless Ling Xian can become the king of immortals.
"You guys, it's beyond my expectation."
The calm blood pool is surging, and a shadow of the world has emerged. It has no prestige and glory, but it is back to true and unpredictable.
He is the only descendant of the blood race, and the most powerful among the heavens and the earth. Looking at the world and the world, he can beat him by no more than one hand.
"You also exceeded my expectation." Ling Xian sighed softly. In the past years, the seal still had 50% strength, which was enough to suppress the Holy Tribe King for 300 years.
Today, only 30% are left, and it would be good to seal the person for a hundred years.
"Perfect body, your physical body, I want to fix it." The blood of the Holy King's eyes was fiery, and he did not conceal the possession of Lingxian's physical body.
In addition to greed, there are also surprises.
Although not as obvious as the Lord of the four restricted areas, it is enough to prove that he was also scared by Ling Xian's achievements.
No way, Lingxian's achievement is too bad, even if it is the Holy King Tianzun, it must be shaken.
"My body, you can't take it."
Ling Xian faintly spoke. The seal can suppress the Holy King of the Blood Race for a hundred years. When this person is born, he may have become the fairy king long ago.
Who kills who is not necessarily.
"You are my prey. Even if you become a fairy king, you cannot escape my palm."
The sacred king of the blood race smiled, his foundation was immaculate, and his flesh was more powerful, but compared with Lingxian, he was undoubtedly inferior.
Not combat power, but potential.
He has come to an end, and he cannot move forward in one step, and he is not willing to stop. He wants to surpass the Celestial King and become the first person in all ages.
Ling Xian undoubtedly has invincible potential.
"You have lost pride, even if you take my body, you can't stand the sky."
Ling Xian glanced briefly at the sacred king of the blood race. He heard the conversation between the Lord of the Reincarnation Hai and the ancestor of the Dai people. He knew that the blood race would die rather than surrender.
"There is something in the words."
The Holy King of the Bloodline narrowed his eyes and said, "It seems that you know some old things."
"It should be a glorious past, of course, to you, this is an indelible shame."
Ling Xian's expression was indifferent. The person in front of him was the only surviving person in the blood clan, and he also knew with his toes that he had taken refuge in the sanctuary heaven.
"Rage me, it's not good for you." The Holy King of the blood race looked calm, but deep in his eyes, there was a chill.
"It's not good, but it's not bad."
"You can't help me now."
Ling Xian smiled lightly, the Holy King of the blood tribe said with a voice to take his body, and looked down at him with a high attitude, could he not fight back?
"Nothing at this moment, does not mean that the future, I can't take you."
"When I am born, the first thing is to slaughter you." The blood of the sacred king's eyes was so deep that he wanted to take it to the next level and get rid of the heavenly path of the sanctuary.
Taking Ling Xian's body is his only hope.
"I'll wait and see."
"Closer to home, I'm here to warn you, be honest, don't move any evil thoughts."
Ling Xian looked indifferent. Da Ling was part of the fairy realm. If he wanted to repair the fairy realm, he would not be able to bypass the holy king of the blood race.
Although this person has been sealed, after all, he is the most powerful man who beheaded the last immortal king.
"Do you want to repair the fairyland?"
The sacred king of the blood tribe spoke faintly. It is not difficult to guess. One is that Ling Xian has set foot in Wonderland, and the other is that he can do things from it, only to prevent the fairy world from recovering.
"Yes, you'd better be honest, otherwise, I have a hundred ways to make you feel bad." Ling Xian glanced briefly at the Blood King.
He didn't boast. He sent the Holy King of Blood to the road. He couldn't do it, and he wouldn't do it if he sealed the person for 300 years.
However, he can change the seal formation to make it more painful.
"I do not believe."
"Are you the means of being the last immortal king?"
The saintly king of the blood tribe shook his head and smiled, and said, "This time suppressed me, but also protected me. I want to hurt me through this time.
"I hope that after a while, you can still say this." Ling Xian said lightly, the last fairy king was stunning and eternal, and she was only as good as Feng Qingming.
Therefore, he can't break the seal of the Holy Blood King, but it is not difficult to change it.
"Let's do it, I'd like to see, what gave you the courage to warn me." The blood of the Holy King's eyes was cold, and the intention of killing appeared.
He was the most powerful man who beheaded the last fairy king. Ling Xian was no different from the ants in his eyes. He was warned by an ant, could he not be angry?
"Since you want to taste the pain, I have to fulfill you."
Lingxian's eyebrow glowed, her hands were knotted with mysterious seals, and an endless array of patterns emerged, blending with the seal fairy array.
He didn't know the name of this array. He wanted to be the original creation of the last fairy king. Although there was no power to attack, the power of the seal was not weaker than the prison fairy array.
It is not easy to change this array, and the best of the great masters cannot do it.
Fortunately, Ling Xian's line of accomplishment is close to Feng Qingming, making this array temporarily attacking, it is not difficult.
Therefore, just a moment, Xian Zhen has the power to attack.
"Be careful, if you can't hold it, remember to say it."
Ling Xian smiled lightly, and the fairy array glowed, like a hundred million **** needles, stubbornly stuck on the soul of the Holy Blood King.
Under normal circumstances, any kind of formation can't hurt the blood sacred king, let alone directly hurt the soul.
The reason for this is because the immortal array seals the sacred king of the blood race, and he is no different from mortals in the array.
"You can change this ..."
The sacred king of the blood tribe changed color, one is because he did not expect that Ling Xian's accomplishments were so behind, and the other was because of severe pain.
It really hurts, even if the heart is as strong as iron, it won't last long.
"Be soft, I don't mean to make it difficult for you. As long as you don't make trouble, we can live in peace."
Ling Xian glanced briefly at the sacred king of the blood race, and said, "Otherwise, I have nothing to lose, but you will feel anguish."
"This pain, you want me to be soft. You look down on me too much." The sacred king of the blood race sneered, forbearing severe pain.
"Then you grit your teeth and stick to it, I want to see how long you can hold on." Ling Xian smiled, closed her eyes and waited calmly.
"Boy, you will die if you are born." The sacred king of the blood tribe was gloomy, but he was the most powerful of heaven and earth.
"I'm waiting." Ling Xian didn't look at the Blood King, and waited patiently for him to be soft.
Time passed quietly, and after three hours, the Holy King of the Blood could not hold it, gritted his teeth and said, "You won, I promise you."
"a wise decision."
Ling Xian smiled, and the holy king of the blood race was the last obstacle. This person's softness meant that he could repair the heavenly world.
