"In those days, my forefathers came to save me, and now it's my turn to save you."

Laugh, shake the spear, break the way.

Blow up!

The spear is discolored, the tiger mouth is cracked, the black god retreats seven steps back, and his face is uncertain.

The same is true of the Holy Fathers.

The sky-high rise has made them very shocked, and at this moment, a wave of shock retreated two people, it is even more unbelievable to them.

The Lord of the Mountains cannot believe.

He looked at Ling Xian, and it was difficult to connect the person in front of him with the little guy who needed his shelter.

“The First God of the Unbounded Continent, but that is.”

Whether it is the black gods or the holy ancestors of the Yu people, they are all the leaders among the enlightened.

But it’s too much worse than him.

Even if the two people join forces, they can do ten tricks with him at most.

“You are looking for death.”

The black god is furious, but he is the first god of the borderless continent, the leader among the masters, who dares to look down on him?

At this moment, he was in the air, and the light of God was dazzling, and the law of God was broken.

However, it cannot shake the fold.

He fell in the palm of his hand, shattered the law of the Word, and the black god coughed up his blood, and the flesh was cracked.

The holy ancestors of the Yu people killed him, and if the ancients were the great murderers of the world, the exclusive law of the people destroyed the heavens and all the worlds, and the law of the Holy Way was broken.

Unfortunately, like the black god, he cannot shake the fairy.

Ling Xian's combat power is no longer a realm to measure, although it is not as good as the Holy King, but it exceeds everyone in Wonderland!

Blow up!

One thought of the sky, one finger to the world, Ling Xian pressed the two invincible, easy to write, calmly.

That leisurely appearance, not like the two invincibles of the confrontation, but walking in the back garden of their own.

If it is not clear how strong the two people are, and how much they hate Ling Xian, he will doubt whether the two people have deliberately released water.

It is incredible that the two enlightened people of the holy realm can be suppressed by Ling Xian alone?

And the next situation, even more shocking to the Lord of the Holy Land.

The fairy was invincible, swallowed the heavens, and the two great enlightened men bled, and the flesh was divided.

If he had suppressed the two invincibles before, then at this moment, he was fighting the two people without any strength.

"Unbelievable."The Lord of the Holy Land took a cold breath and wondered if he was either dreaming or dreaming.

The Buddha and the Black Gods felt the same way.

Both of them were embarrassed, and it was impossible to believe that they would be beaten by Ling Xian without any strength.

Blow up!

Nine days, the road swept the eight deserts, Ling Xian attacked the two invincibles, but seven strokes, the two people were faltering.

The red is shocking, the breath is weak and weak, and the black god has more emotions than anger and resentment.

The fear.

The same is true of the Holy Fathers.

There is no fear, Ling Xian gives the two people the feeling, like an immortal holy king, strong enough to make people desperate.

In addition to fear, the holy ancestors of the Yu people are also bitter.

In the past, he sat on nine days, and the fairy in his eyes was nothing but insignificant dust.

At this moment, he was still sitting in the clouds, but Ling Xian stood higher and looked down at him.

Such a huge gap, such an amazing transformation, can the Yu Sanzu not be bitter?

"Now, you have no objection to my assessment of your words."He stood up, not blood, no wounds.

He is not the opponent of the holy king, but for the true immortal holy ancestor, he is no different from the fairy king, the Yu people holy ancestors and the black god desperately, can not hurt him.

“You!”

The black god was angry and crowned, and I wanted to break the corpse of Ling Xian, but he could not do it, and there was no rebuttal.

Facts speak louder than words, and for Ling Xian, the name of the first god of the borderless continent is just a joke.

“Even if I die, I’ll pull you on the back!”

The black god went crazy, the foundation of Shinto, the true blood of the Source, the hundred years of life, everything that could be exchanged for strength, and he burned.

At this point, the spirit of the ling fairy is still calm, there is no movement, there is no obstruction.

Burning the foundation of the real blood, indeed can be a little strong, but still can not smooth the gap between him and him.

“Calm down!”

The Yu people's holy ancestors drank greatly, and his hatred for Lingxian was no less than that of the black-clad gods, and he also wanted to burn the foundation of the holy path and fight hard with Ling Xian.

But he knew that there was only one result, death.

If there is a gap with Lingxian, there is only one and a half stars, then the burning foundation may be destroyed with Lingxian.

But the gap is too big, like a lion and a rabbit, even if it is a life-giving, it is not an opponent.

“I cannot calm down!”

The black god was furious, and the son's hatred was beaten to the humiliation of no fighting back, so that he lost his reason and just wanted to kill Ling Xian.

At this moment, he is crazy and he is fighting the sky.

Seeing this, the Yu people's holy ancestors sighed, and it was too late to know that they would never leave again.

Then he turned away from the black god and disappeared.

Ling Xian did not stop, he did this trip to save people, can kill the best, can not kill the best.

Blow up!

God speared for nine days, and the black-clad god knew that he would die, and did not want to retreat, but only wanted to die with Ling Xian.

Sadly, he overestimated himself.

The fairy pointed out, the fairy light bursting, and the road shook the world, and the black god flew a hundred feet.

Blood is splashed, the war is broken, the black god is unbelievable, and this cruel result cannot be accepted.

He burned the foundation, the real blood, the life, but still invincible, he is naturally difficult to accept.

"His decision was right, and you should go with him."

Ling Xian faintedly glanced at the black god and said, “Go on the road, may the hatred end here.”

The voice fell, the seven immortal bones, the black god fought for the resistance of life, but the result was to break the death of people.

The Lord of the holy mountain is complex, shocking, bitter, and happy.

The shock was because Ling Xian bombarded the black god, so that the Yu people's holy ancestors fled for their lives, and the bitterness was because the power of Ling Xian was already above him.

I’m glad he didn’t look at the wrong person.

At the first sight, the Lord of the Holy Landing thought that Ling Xian was not a thing in the pool, and that one day it would become a side-by-side existence with him.

But he did not expect that Ling Xian had grown so fast, but a hundred years, it was above him.

Thank you for coming to save me."The Lord smiled, he was seriously injured, and if not Ling Xian, he would have fallen long ago.

"I should not thank myself, my forefathers."

Ling Xian smiled faintly and said, "If you didn't do it, I wouldn't have saved you today."

“Then you should thank yourself.”

The Lord smiled and said, "If you weren't amazing, let me look after your future, I wouldn't have done it."

"Well, let's not thank you."

Ling Xianling, said: "Senior, you should be clear about the situation, the holy mountain can not keep, want to live, you can only go to the universe."

“I understand that when I save the Lord of the sea, I will leave you.”The smile of the Lord of the Sacred Mountains is growing, and he is a good friend with the Lord of the reincarnation, and he will never live alone.

"Leave it to me, and leave."The star looked up and felt the three divine thoughts, the holy king's thoughts.