"Back then, my predecessors came to save me, and now, it's my turn to save you."
With a chuckle, Ling Xian shot out domineeringly, shaking the divine spear and breaking the road.
The divine spear lost color, the tiger's mouth cracked, and the black-clothed god took seven steps back, his face cloudy.
The same is true of the Yu Clan's Holy Ancestor.
Ling Xian's ascension against the sky had already shocked them very much, and at this moment, one move shocked the two of them, which made them even more unbelievable.
The Lord of the Holy Fallen Mountain could not believe it either.
He looked at Ling Xian in a daze, it was difficult to connect the person in front of him with the little guy who needed his protection back then.
"The first god of the Boundless Continent, but that's it."
Ling Xian smiled faintly, whether it was the black-clothed gods or the Yu Clan Holy Ancestors, they were all the best among the enlightened ones.
It's much worse than him, though.
Even if the two join forces, they can pass ten moves with him at most.
"You're looking for death."
The black-clothed god was furious, he was the number one god in the Boundless Continent, the leader among the enlightened people, who dared to underestimate him At that moment, he was swept across the sky, the immeasurable divine light was blazing and dazzling, and the laws of the Divine Dao shattered.
However, it couldn't shake Ling Xian.
His palm fell, shattering the laws of Shinto, and the black-clothed god coughed up blood, and his flesh was cracked.
The Holy Ancestor of the Yu clan was killed, like a peerless murderer, the sole law collapsed the heavens and all worlds, and the holy path law shattered the universe.
It's a pity that like the black-clothed gods, they can't shake Ling Xian.
Ling Immortal's combat power is no longer something that can be measured by the realm, although it is not as good as the Saint King, but it surpasses everyone in the Immortal Realm One thought to open the sky, one finger to destroy the world, Ling Xian overpowered the two invincibles, relaxed and freehand, calm.
That leisurely appearance, not like a duel between the two invincibles, but a stroll in his own back garden.
The Lord of the Holy Falling Mountain was shocked, if he didn't know how strong the two of them were, and how much they hated Ling Xian, he would have wondered if the two of them had deliberately released water.
It was incredible, how could the two great enlightened beings of the Famous Sacred Domain be suppressed by Ling Xian by himself And the next situation shocked the Lord of the Holy Falling Mountain even more.
Ling Immortal was fierce and invincible, swallowing the heavens with anger, and the two great enlightened beings were bleeding and their bodies were torn apart.
If before, he suppressed the two invincibles, then at this moment, he is fighting the two without the power to fight back.
"Unbelievable."
The Lord of the Holy Falling Mountain gasped, suspecting that he was either dazzled or dreaming.
The Yu Clan Holy Ancestor and the black-clothed gods also felt the same.
Both of them were stunned, they really couldn't believe that they would be beaten by Ling Xian and had no power to fight back.
The immortal bones are flat for nine days, the Tao sweeps the eight wildernesses, and Ling Xian attacks the two invincibles, but after seven moves, the two of them will be crumbling.
Yin Hong was shocked, his breath was weak and sluggish, and the black-clothed gods had one more emotion in addition to anger and resentment.
Fear.
The same is true of the Yu Clan's Holy Ancestor.
There was no way not to be afraid, Ling Xian gave the two of them the feeling that they were like an immortal and immortal saint king, so strong that it made people desperate.
In addition to fear, the Yu Clan Holy Ancestor was also bitter.
In the past, he sat upright above the Nine Heavens, and the Ling Immortal in his eyes was just an insignificant amount of dust.
At this moment, he was still sitting upright in the clouds, but Ling Xian was standing higher up, looking down at him.
With such a huge gap and such an amazing transformation, how could the Holy Ancestor of the Yu Clan not be bitter "Now, you have no objection to what I say about you."
Ling Xian stood with his hands in his hands, no blood, no scars.
He is not the opponent of the Saint King, but for the True Immortal Saint Ancestor, he is no different from the Immortal King, and the Yu Clan Saint Ancestor and the black-clothed gods are desperate, and they can't hurt him.
"You" The black-clothed god was furious, eager to shatter Ling Xian's corpse into ten thousand pieces, but he couldn't do it, and he had nothing to refute.
Facts speak louder than words, to Ling Xian, the title of the number one deity in the Boundless Continent is nothing more than a joke.
"Even if I die, I will pull you on your back" The black-clothed god went berserk, and he burned the foundation of the Shinto, the origin true blood, the hundred-year longevity, and everything that could be exchanged for power.
Seeing this, Ling Xian's expression was still calm, unmoved, and unobstructed.
Burning the true blood of the foundation can indeed be a little stronger, but it still can't erase the gap with him.
"Calm down" The Yu Clan Holy Ancestor shouted, his hatred for Ling Xian was no less than that of the black-clothed gods, and he also wanted to burn the foundation of the Holy Dao and fight hard with Ling Xian.
But he knew that there was only one result of his desperate efforts, death.
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If the gap with Ling Immortal was only one and a half stars, then the burning foundation might be able to die with Ling Immortal.
But the gap is too big, just like a lion and a rabbit, even if they sacrifice their lives, they are not opponents.
"I can't calm down" The black-clothed god was furious, his grandson's hatred, and the humiliation of being beaten to the point where he had no power to fight back, made him lose his mind and just wanted to kill Ling Xian.
At that moment, he shot frantically and broke through the sky.
Seeing this, the Yu Clan Holy Ancestor sighed, knowing that if he didn't leave, it would be too late.
At that moment, he abandoned the black-clothed god and disappeared in an instant.
Ling Xian didn't stop it, he made this trip to save people, it was best to kill the Holy Ancestor, and it didn't matter if he couldn't kill him.
The divine spear broke through the nine heavens, and the black-clothed gods knew that they would die, but they didn't want to retreat, they just wanted to die with Ling Xian.
It's a pity that he overestimated himself too much.
As soon as Ling Xian pointed out, the immortal light burst out, and the Tao shook the world, blasting the black-clothed gods into the air.
Blood splattered, halberds broke, and the black-clothed gods were in disbelief and could not accept this cruel result.
He burned his foundation, true blood, and longevity, but he was still invincible to Ling Xian, so he was naturally unacceptable.
"He made the right decision, you should go with him."
Ling Xian glanced at the black-clothed god lightly and said, "Let's go on the road, may the grudge be over." ” When the words fell, the seven immortal bones were shining in the world, and the black-clothed gods desperately resisted, but the result was that the halberd was killed.
The expression of the Lord of the Holy Falling Mountain was complex, with shock, bitterness, and relief.
The shock was because Ling Xian killed the black-clothed gods, making the Yu Clan Holy Ancestor flee for his life, and the bitterness was because Ling Xian's strength was already above him.
Reassuring because he didn't look at the wrong person.
When they first met, the Lord of the Holy Falling Mountain thought that Ling Xian was not a thing in the pool, and one day, he would become an existence comparable to him.
However, he didn't expect that Ling Xian would grow up so fast, and in just a hundred years, he would surpass him.
"Ling Xian, thank you for saving me."
The Lord of the Holy Falling Mountain smiled, he was seriously injured, if it weren't for Ling Xian, he would have fallen long ago.
"Seniors shouldn't thank me, they should thank themselves."
Ling Xian smiled faintly and said, "If you hadn't made a move back then, I wouldn't have saved you today." ” "Then you should thank yourself too."
The Lord of the Holy Falling Mountain smiled and said, "If it weren't for your amazing eons and making me optimistic about your future, I wouldn't have made a move." ” "Okay, let's not thank you."
Ling Xian Wan'er said, "Senior, you should be clear about the situation, the Holy Falling Mountain can't be saved, if you want to live, you can only go to the universe." ” "I understand, when I rescue the Lord of the Sea of Reincarnation, I will leave with you."
The smile of the Lord of the Holy Falling Mountain gradually faded, he and the Lord of the Reincarnation Sea were close friends, and he would never live alone.
"Leave this matter to me, you leave quickly."
Ling Xianxing's eyes narrowed, and he felt the three divine thoughts, the divine thoughts of the Holy King
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