In the banquet hall, Ling Xian closed his eyes and waited for the sunny evening.
The man is dead, and the Fierce Brake tribe is a plate of loose sand, and it is impossible to be an opponent of Qingye.
Therefore, Ling Xian was not worried at all.
Half an hour later, he returned in the evening, carrying a mountain of spiritual objects.
The reason why it was said to be a spiritual object, not a treasure, was because it was too ordinary in Ling Xian's eyes and had no value at all.
"Master, I have already looted all the treasures of the Fierce Brake Tribe."
On a sunny night, her face was flushed, and she couldn't hide her excitement.
For her, every spiritual object here is a treasure, and she is naturally excited.
"Well done, people from the Fierce Brake Tribe, what are you going to arrange?"
Ling Xian smiled faintly and said, "If you want to be under your command, I can pass on a prohibition to you, and you can control their life and death with a single thought." ” "No need, I can't stay in the Wuqing tribe for the rest of my life, and they can't be without two hearts, once I leave, these people will be trouble."
Qingwan shook her head, after knowing Ling Xian, her horizons had broadened too much, how could she be willing to stay in the Thousand Mountains Jungle "That's right."
Ling Xian chuckled, glanced at the mountain of spiritual objects, and said, "With these cultivation resources, it is enough for the Wuqing tribe to give birth to several Fourth Realm cultivators. ” "If you don't pick some, it doesn't matter if you take them all."
Qingwan smiled.
"No, leave it to the Wuqing tribe."
Ling Xian smiled and waved his hand, in his eyes, these spiritual objects were worthless, what was the use of coming "Then let's go, the people must be waiting for us."
A glimmer of anticipation flashed in the beautiful eyes of the sunny evening.
"Go back, it's time for me to leave."
Ling Xian said softly.
"Leave" Qingwan was stunned, and his eyes dimmed a little.
Although she had long expected that Ling Xian would not stay for long, when the day came, she still felt uncomfortable.
"If you stay any longer, your bones will rust."
Ling Xian smiled faintly, he didn't come to rest for sightseeing, he had something to do.
"Can you take me" Qingwan whispered, revealing a bit of hope.
"No, follow me, it's too dangerous."
Ling Xian shook his head, his tone was light, but it was full of undoubtedness.
This made Qingwan's eyes dim, and she said in a low voice: "Then you take care." ” "Don't worry."
Ling Xian rubbed Qingwan's little head and said with a light smile: "Let's go, remember to cultivate well, the next time we meet, if there is no progress in cultivation, you will be expelled from the sect." ” With that, he got up and walked away in style.
"If you want to expel me from the school, dream, I'm determined to you."
Qingwan made a grimace, but unfortunately, Ling Xian didn't see it.
After leaving the Fierce Brake tribe, he headed east, walking aimlessly.
For Ling Xian, the foreign land was a completely unfamiliar place, and there were no clear clues about his several purposes.
Therefore, he walked aimlessly, like a traveler with the purpose of touring the mountains and rivers, and wherever he went.
Gradually, Ling Xian had a general understanding of the customs of the foreign land, and found that there was not much difference from his side of the world.
People are all the same people, and demons are all the same demons.
Of course, there were also races that Ling Xian had never seen before, mysterious and powerful.
This made him wonder why there were so many similarities between two universes If it weren't for Ling Xian being sure that this was a foreign land, I am afraid that he would have doubted whether he was still in the universe.
"Most races are exactly the same, they should coexist peacefully, why don't they die" Ling Xian sighed softly, if the races were different, the invasion would be reasonable, but it was obviously the same origin, why should there be a war "I don't want to, one day, the fog will completely dissipate."
Ling Xian sighed, no longer bothered by this, and continued to walk aimlessly.
But when he came to a mountain range with a white mist, he stopped.
It's just that the mountain range is like a dormant primeval beast, releasing an extremely terrifying aura, even if it is as powerful as him, he shuddered.
Ling Xian hadn't experienced this feeling for a long time, so his expression became solemn.
Immediately, his eyebrows lit up, and he wanted to find out with his soul.
As a result, it was hit hard.
It was as if he had been hit by the Heaven Opening Divine Hammer, Ling Xian coughed up blood and retreated again and again.
This force is too strong, just like the Holy Ancestor has the ability to push the Nine Heavens horizontally.
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However, after seriously injuring Ling Xian, this force fell silent, as if it had never appeared.
"What a strong force, what's in it?"
Ling Xianxing's eyes narrowed, and his heart palpitated.
He was sure that if he entered the mountain range, he would definitely be destroyed.
"I don't know the height of the sky, the little ghost, can you enter the Holy Falling Mountain?"
A slightly sarcastic voice sounded, and immediately, a sacred chariot appeared, engulfing the universe in all directions.
It has a flowing rhyme, and the sky is full of gods, just like the car of the Holy Ancestor, which is extraordinary.
An evil man leaned lazily on the chariot, four beautiful maidservants bowed their heads to serve, and with the sacred chariot, the feeling of a big man came to his face.
"Holy Fall" Ling Xian ignored this person's ridicule, and he didn't care about this person's prestige, his attention was attracted by the three words of Saint Luoshan.
"If the holy word refers to the Holy Ancestor, then this mountain is too terrifying."
Ling Xianxing's eyes narrowed, and the Holy Fall and Holy Fall didn't mean that even the Holy Ancestor would fall "Although it's a little stupid, but it can resist the blow of the Holy Falling Mountain, and the strength is not bad."
The evil man smiled faintly and said, "Are you interested in being my general?"
"Not interested."
Ling Xian said lightly.
"Bold" A servant girl reprimanded and said, "My master personally invited, and you dare to refuse" "Yes, being favored by my master is a blessing that you have cultivated for thousands of lifetimes."
Another handmaiden spoke.
"These two sentences are in line with your status as a servant, and only a slave will feel that it is an honor to recognize people as masters."
Ling Xian glanced at the two women lightly.
"You're looking for death" The two women raised their eyebrows coldly, and their momentum was revealed, and they were both early stage monks of the Seventh Realm.
You know, they are men and maids, and even slaves have such cultivation, so you can imagine how manly a man is.
"It's kind of interesting."
The evil man smiled and said, "I admire people who have proud bones, but I prefer to break proud bones." ” "You don't have the skills."
Ling Xian's expression was calm, he knew that the man was an eighth realm powerhouse, and it was not an ordinary eighth realm, but he was not a soft persimmon either.
A man can defeat him, but he can't kill him or capture him.
"When you say that, I'd like to try."
The evil man smiled playfully.
"Whatever you want."
Ling Xian's expression was still calm, and his light appearance made the evil man's eyes appear cold.
"Bang bang."
A burst of applause suddenly sounded, like admiration, like ridicule.
Immediately, another sacred chariot appeared, the green dragon circled, and the real phoenix flew, although it was all illusory, but it also released a shocking power.
On the chariot sat a heroic man, although he did not have a crown and dragon robe, but he was like the emperor of heaven and man, ruling over nine heavens and ten earths.
He glanced at the evil man and said with a smile, "Evil Xuan, it's been a long time. ” :