Under the great sun, Ling Xian is like a supreme true god, radiant and immortal, True immortality.
It's just because he turned the tide and saved the Xuanwu Continent.
This achievement can be called unparalleled in the world and is destined to be remembered through the ages Therefore, everyone looked at Ling Xian feverishly and looked at this hero who turned the tide At the same time, it is inevitable to reveal a bit of awe.
Even those of the Eighth Realm powers, this is true.
There is no way, Ling Xian is too powerful, he swept away the extraterritorial heavenly demons with his own strength, who can not be in awe Although this is not his real strength, with this physical body, it is enough to sweep the entire Xuanwu Continent.
Even if he is the strongest person in the Xuanwu Continent, it is not an exaggeration.
"It's over" Ling Xian let out a long breath of turbidity, and the haze of anger in his heart was swept away, replaced by relaxation and joy.
The same is true for all of you.
They shouted and cheered as much as they could, and they only felt so happy that they could even breathe smoothly.
This war has been going on for several years, and everyone lives in depression every day, and the feeling that they may fall at any time makes them uneasy.
Now, the war is finally over, and naturally it makes them feel relaxed.
"Hahaha, it's finally over, and the days to come will no longer be a haze" "Thanks to Gongzi, if he hadn't turned the tide, the Xuanwu Continent would have fallen."
"When I go back, I will erect an immortal monument for my son and worship it for generations."
Everyone was smiling, even the Eighth Realm powerhouse, they were laughing heartily.
The laughter echoed through the sky, full of joy and lightness.
This made Ling Xian smile as well, feeling that everything was worth it.
However, just when everyone was jubilant, a discordant word suddenly sounded.
"Who told you that this is the last battle?"
The only remaining extraterritorial heavenly demon spoke, and there was no bitterness or despair on his face, only calm.
This stunned everyone, and after that, their complexions changed.
In everyone's mind, the eighth realm is the pinnacle of existence, and once a strong person of this level appears, it means that the war has come to an end.
Ling Xian thought so too.
Therefore, after listening to the old man's words, he frowned and said, "What you mean is that the battle is not over yet."
"Of course not."
The old man's expression was calm, and he said: "The turmoil will not be calm, the Xuanwu Continent is destined to fall into the hands of our clan." ” Hearing this, everyone's faces changed, and Ling Xian's brows furrowed even deeper.
He wasn't sure if the old man was deliberately scaring or if it was true, but he had a vague instinct that he couldn't let this man live Therefore, Ling Xian raised his hand with a palm, as if a hundred thousand mountains were crushed, wanting to slap the old man into a pulp.
"Sharp intuition, alas, it's too late."
The old man smiled strangely, and burst out with immeasurable blood light, forming a blood curtain that covered the sky, blocking Ling Xian's palm.
This made everyone's eyes widen and they couldn't believe what they were seeing.
Ling Xian's strength was in everyone's eyes, and even the most powerful purple-clothed man couldn't block his blow.
However, at this moment, the old man blocked it, which obviously revealed the weirdness.
"Originally, I didn't want to summon the Holy Ancestor, but you drove me to a dead end."
"Due to the damned Heavenly Abyss, the Holy Ancestor cannot come, and only by sacrificing our souls can we summon one of his clones."
"If it weren't for you, we would have already unified the Xuanwu Continent, and we wouldn't need to summon the Holy Ancestor at all."
The old man stood in the blood curtain, his expression became hideous, and he stared at Ling Xian deadly, full of resentment.
"Holy Ancestor" Ling Xian's pupils shrank, and when he thought of the supreme demon shadow, his expression suddenly changed.
The same is true for everyone, they don't know who the Holy Ancestor is and how strong he is, but it can be imagined that he must be an earth-shattering powerhouse.
"You forced me to do all this, and if I were allowed to escape, I wouldn't be able to burn my soul."
The old man's expression was hideous and terrifying, and he said: "Since you want me to die, then I will let the entire Xuanwu Continent be buried with you."
"You dare" Ling Xian's eyes were cold, and the killing intent rushed straight to Xiao Han, sweeping in all directions.
"Hahaha, what don't I dare" The old man laughed wildly and said, "I am doomed, what am I afraid of, tell me, what else do I have to fear?"
"You" Ling Xian was furious, the void shattered, and the mountains and rivers shook. is so powerful, it is really like the supreme emperor, and if he is angry, the heavens and the earth will collapse It's a pity that the Heaven Covering Blood Curtain is weird and powerful, even with Ling Xian's terrifying body, it can't shake it.
"Haha, soon, soon you will come down with me" The old man laughed madly, his dry hands clenched into a mysterious seal.
In the next moment, an incredible scene happened.
I saw that the blood mist rose around the old man, slowly condensing into eight illusory souls, which were the eight extraterritorial heavenly demons that Ling Xian had killed before.
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Their expressions were blank, they looked around, and when they saw Ling Xian, they immediately showed a strong resentment.
This scene made everyone's eyes widen, and they only felt chills all over their bodies, like falling into an ice cave.
Ling Xian also shuddered a little.
He remembered very well that the souls of these eight people had been shattered by themselves, and they were scattered in the true sense.
However, at this moment, it is condensed by the old man, how incredible it is "Haha, hell is coming soon, and at that time, the Xuanwu Continent will definitely fall" The old man was almost crazy, his eyebrows glowing, and his soul jumped into the air.
This caused Ling Xian to change color, and he bombarded the blood-colored canopy with all his might, trying to kill the old man before he could finish it.
Unfortunately, all of his attacks were lost in the sea, and there were no ripples.
"It's useless, if you can be easily shaken, then it won't be meaningless for me to pay for my life" The old man sneered, making Ling Xian fall silent.
Although he didn't want to admit it, the facts were in front of him, and he really couldn't shake the sky.
"Haha, I'll go first, on Huangquan Road, I'll wait for you" The old man laughed madly, then withdrew his smile and shouted, "With our soul, summon the Holy Ancestor."
As the words fell, his soul burned, as did the other eight souls.
After a few breaths, the souls of the nine of them vanished, completely dead.
However, the Holy Ancestor did not descend immediately, but instead lowered a blood-colored cocoon.
This made Ling Xian's face gloomy, and he felt a familiar breath, a terrifying aura, from the silkworm cocoon.
Everyone present also changed color, especially the Eighth Realm power, which was even more shocked.
Under their perception, the cocoon seems to be pregnant with a demon god, and once born, it will definitely wash the world with blood This feeling made everyone depressed and uneasy, but they were helpless.
Even Ling Xian couldn't break the blood curtain, how could the rest of the people do it "Shall we just wait," said one of them in a trembling voice, full of fear.
This made everyone's hearts tremble and sigh.
Ling Xian also sighed softly.
No one wants to sit still, and he doesn't want to, but in the current situation, there is only a way to wait.
For a while, Qingyunjian fell into a dead silence, and the previous joy disappeared, replaced by depression and fear
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