Fengwang Island, a mysterious place.
The island does not exist all the time, but only once every ten years.
No matter what level of creature it is, as long as it gets close to this island, its cultivation will be suppressed to the peak of the seventh realm.
It is said that even the gods are no exception.
Therefore, no force can claim the island as its own.
At this moment, Ling Xian sat in the clouds, waiting for Fengwang Island to appear with peace of mind.
In addition to him, there are many creatures waiting here, and as time passes, more and more people come.
There is no way, the temptation of Fengwangdao is too great, even if the competition is cruel, it is difficult to refuse.
In addition to the increasing number of people, the smell of gunpowder is also getting stronger and stronger.
The mysterious power of Fengwang Island is only enough for one person to break through to the eighth realm, in other words, it is to look at all enemies.
This kind of hostile relationship was doomed from the beginning, and unless it was to give up the opportunity to break through to the eighth realm, it would never be changed.
In this way, everyone naturally showed hostility.
However, everyone was restrained.
Fengwang Island has not yet been opened, and the showdown at this moment is just for others to pick up the cheap.
"It took two months to get here, that is, in a month, Fengwang Island will be opened."
Ling Xian muttered to himself, glanced at the blue sea, and then moved his gaze to the east.
There, a powerful momentum was approaching at great speed.
Most importantly, the momentum is familiar.
"Demon Fan" Ling Xian's eyes flickered, looking at the tall figure that cut through the sky, and he was a little puzzled.
Demon Fan was a powerhouse in the Eighth Realm, and the mysterious power of Fengwang Island was useless to her, which naturally made Ling Xian feel strange.
"Xianling" Demon Fan was stunned for a moment and said, "Why did you come here?"
"I should ask you this sentence."
Ling Xian smiled faintly and said, "I am a peak cultivator of the seventh realm, it is normal for me to come here, but you are the eighth realm. ” "Yes, it's strange that I'm here."
Demon Fan smiled, and came to Ling Xian in an instant, staring at Ling Xian with deep eyes without blinking, as if he wanted to see him through.
"You've taken a fancy to me," Ling Xian teased.
"I've heard about the tribe of Ga."
Demon Fan glanced at Ling Xian deeply and said, "I really didn't expect that in addition to the two rune arrays, you also have a great grandmaster-level Dan Dao attainment. ” "In this world, there are many people who cultivate the three paths of the Fu Dan Array at the same time, but they are all commonplace, and it is difficult to be proficient."
"And you, however, are proficient in the three realms, which is really incredible."
Demon Fan sighed with emotion, revealing a bit of admiration.
You know, she is a high-minded and arrogant person, and there are not many people who can enter her eyes, let alone admire.
"It's over."
Ling Xian smiled faintly and changed the subject: "You haven't told me the reason for coming here, the powerhouse of the Eighth Realm doesn't need the mysterious power of Fengwang Island." ” "I really don't need to, but I have a nephew who is at the peak of the seventh realm."
"Not long ago, he was seriously injured and is in retreat at the moment, and he can't come to pick it up in person."
"So, I'm here."
The demon fan stroked the green silk hanging down to the forehead, and his temperament was introverted, calm and heavy.
"In that case, we're rivals."
Ling Xian's eyes froze, Demon Fan was not an ordinary monk, in her generation, she was the strongest deservedly, not to mention the Seven Extreme Realms "To be honest, I want to compete with you, but I don't want to be a rival to you."
Demon Fan glanced at Ling Xian deeply.
"Isn't there a certainty of victory," Ling Xian chuckled.
"Yes."
"You are too mysterious, although it is only the seventh realm, it gives me a sense of unfathomability."
"If I fight with you at the same level, I am not sure of victory."
Demon Fan tapped his head and admitted it calmly.
"Then give up, this time the mysterious power, I am bound to get it."
Although Ling Xian's tone was light, it was full of undoubtedness.
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"This is not good, I spread it, and I thought I was afraid of you."
Demon Fan's eyes showed a fighting intent and said: "Come to war, you won, I quit, I won, you will come back in ten years." ” "What's the benefit of a showdown now?"
Ling Xian smiled and said, "There are too many competitors, even if you defeat me, you may not be able to obtain the mysterious power." ” "Yes, I heard that the strongest descendant of the Yu clan will also come."
Demon Fan sighed, a hint of jealousy flashing in his deep eyes.
"It seems that this person is very strong, even you are jealous."
Ling Xian's eyes froze.
"This person is known as the strongest descendant of the Yu clan in the past ten thousand years, not only the Seven Extreme Realms, but also the legendary Heavenly Pole Yuan Divine Beast."
Demon Fan's expression was solemn.
"Heavenly Pole Yuan Divine Beast" Ling Xianjian's eyebrows furrowed slightly, the Yuan Divine Beast was a very powerful existence, not only did it have special abilities, but it could also make the host's strength skyrocket several times.
In particular, the Heavenly Extreme Yuan Divine Beast can also be strengthened by at least ten times "It is said that he has not awakened the ancestral primordial beast of the Yu clan, but he is more powerful than the ancestral primordial beast," Demon Fan said in a deep voice.
"Is it stronger than the ancestors?"
Ling Xian muttered to himself and said, "It seems that he is our biggest competitor. ” "Yes, even if I am against him, I am not very sure."
Demon Fan sighed lightly.
"So, let's fight when we get in."
Ling Xian smiled faintly and said, "Now, recharge your energy and wait with peace of mind." ” Hearing this, Demon Fan nodded slightly, and then Panxi sat down beside Ling Xian and said no more.
Time passes bit by bit.
As time approached, there were more and more creatures in this place, and the smell of gunpowder became stronger and stronger, and if it hadn't been for the best efforts to restrain it, a melee would have broken out long ago.
"It's almost time."
Ling Xian opened his starry eyes and looked at the center of the sea, where a strange power emanated.
However, he only glanced at it and then turned his gaze to the sky.
Just because, a pitch-black chariot manifested, and its majesty was monstrous, shocking the audience.
The green dragon circled, the vermilion bird flew, the white tiger roared, the Xuanwu stood proudly, and the phantom shadows of the four holy beasts surrounded the chariot, and anyone who saw it couldn't help but let out an exclamation.
On the chariot, a peerless figure stood proudly, like an immortal emperor, staring at it for nine days.
He was surrounded by a bright divine light, which was in harmony with the Great Dao, sympathetic to heaven and earth, and made everyone change color.
Ling Xian was also a little moved.
This person's Dao rhyme is too strong, just like the son of the heavens, the darling of the Great Dao, almost turning into a Dao mark.
"The strongest descendant of the Yu clan, Yu Juechen."
Demon Fan's expression was solemn, and he said: "Sure enough, it is better to be famous than to meet, he is stronger and more extraordinary than the rumors." ” "Indeed."
Ling Xian thought so, judging from Dao Yun alone, it was definitely the only one he had seen in his life.
"I really want to see what he looks like, but unfortunately, the Yu Clan's Talisman Divine Light is by no means easy to break."
Demon Fan looked curious.
"This method is really good, and it's almost catching up with the flower of the Great Dao."
Ling Xian muttered to himself and moved his gaze to the sea below.
There, an island bursts out of the waves, and there are no visions, only blood.
It's like thousands of people have just died, and even if they are far away, they can smell the thick smell of blood.
"One person becomes a king, and ten thousand people are buried together."
"This time, how many people have to die" Glancing at the people who were about to move, Ling Xian sighed with emotion, and then raised his hand and slammed into the man who secretly attacked him.
The state is very poor, the headache is terrible, only this one is more
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