"Hmph, I want this sect leader to be captured without any effort, but I'm afraid you don't have the ability..."
Boom!
Emperor Huangquan's aura condensed, and he looked at Xuanming Immortal with lightning-like eyes. He raised his hand and sacrificed a ghost weapon from Netherworld Stream, and slashed at Xuanming Immortal.
The power of a half-step immortal cannot be underestimated.
The huge sea of blood was instantly set off by a huge wave thousands of feet high. He knew very well that together with these so-called immortals, he was undoubtedly seeking the skin of a tiger. The fate of the powerful men from hundreds of tribes in ancient times was clearly visible to him, and he did not want to
In the end, a cunning rabbit dies, and the lackey suffers a tragic end...
Now, only by taking a preemptive strike against Xuan Ming Immortal can we dispel other people's doubts. Otherwise, if we really end up being inhumane inside and out, the ghost king sect disciples and elders he brought may really be helpless.
Lu Ke escaped.
"Emperor Technique, cut..." Zhu Wuji roared, and the majestic star power instantly condensed behind him into the appearance of an ancient emperor, and he rushed towards Immortal Xuanming.
Even he, the Human Emperor, did not dare to hesitate at all. How could someone who could cultivate to their level put themselves in danger just because of a few words from the other party?
If a generation of emperors could not even think through such a thing as "seek the skin of a tiger", Xian Dynasty would not have developed to such an extent in his hands.
"Humph, you are so stubborn." Seeing Zhu Wuji and Emperor Huang Quan attack him at the same time, Immortal Xuanming's face suddenly became ugly. Murderous intent surged in his eyes as he said, "Since you two
If you are tired of living, I will give you a ride today."
‘Woo’, ‘Woo’, ‘Woo’…
Immortal Xuanming stretched out his hand to grab it, and immediately saw the monstrous black shadow behind him, facing Zhu Wuji and Emperor Huangquan, and they smashed it, and said in a cold voice: "Haotian Mirror, suppress it."
"Hao... Haotian Mirror?" Wu Ling'er's pupils shrank, and when she saw clearly the bronze mirror sacrificed by Immortal Xuanming, her expression suddenly changed, and she said urgently: "Quick, get out of the way.
, that is the magic weapon of the Immortal King, one of the seven great suppressing tools of the Lingxiao Palace, and two of the ten palace masters in this Yinxu land were killed by it on the spot."
"What?"
"The Immortal King's magic weapon?"
"Even the master of the ghost fairyland died in the hands of this magic weapon?" Oh!
Hearing Wu Ling'er's reminder, the expressions of Zhu Wuji and Emperor Huang Quan suddenly changed. How strong is the palace master of the Yinxu Land? The ghost fairyland is second only to the Immortal King. Compared with these so-called
For a half-step immortal, he is definitely more than a little bit stronger.
Seeing the suppression of the 'Haotian Mirror', Emperor Huang Quan and Zhu Wuji naturally did not dare to hesitate, turned around and fled into the distance. The Haotian Mirror fell into the air and hit the sea of blood, making a 'bang' sound.
There was a loud bang.
Countless rocks were smashed into pieces in an instant, and those Shura tribesmen with lower cultivation levels turned into blood before they could escape.
"Who are you?" Immortal Xuanming frowned, and did not bother to trouble Zhu Wuji and the others anymore. Instead, he turned to look at Wu Ling'er, his eyes full of suspicion, and said: "Huh,
Unexpectedly, there is an old friend in this sea of blood? Not many people can recognize the Haotian Mirror at a glance. I am curious, are you an ancient demon clan, a witch clan, or a remnant of hundreds of clans? "
"Who do you think you are, you dare to say that I am an old friend?" Wu Ling'er raised his eyelids, sneered without pretense, and said: "Humph, Xuan Ming? If I remember correctly, you are in Lingxiao
Among all the immortals in the palace, you are ranked at the bottom. If it weren’t for your luck, with your talent and strength, you might not even be able to achieve the status of immortal, right?"
"Bastard, who are you?" Xuanming Immortal's pupils shrank and he looked at Wu Ling'er with lightning-like eyes. He was at the bottom of the list in terms of strength. Not many people knew that he got the position of Immortal by chance.
, and now it was revealed by a strange woman with just one word, which made him shocked and angry.
"You might as well take a guess at who this palace master is," Wu Ling'er said with a joking look on her face.
Guess?
Immortal Xuan Ming's brows suddenly wrinkled. Wu Ling'er's current cultivation level is only at the Star King realm. He can't match any of the people he knew before. After all, even if he is the strongest among the immortals,
Bottom.
But no matter what, he is also in the realm of immortals. People who come into contact with the Tao on weekdays are at least half a step above the immortal realm. How can they pay attention to a person who has cultivated in the Star King realm?
"Senior...Senior Immortal, Xiao, Xiao, I know who she is." A trembling voice sounded from behind the crowd. Everyone was slightly startled when they saw a woman covered in ghost mist.
The old man, carrying an ancient coffin, flew over the heads of everyone. When he was still seven or eighty meters away from Xuanming Immortal, he quickly stopped, bowed respectfully, and said: "Junior Ghost Painter,
I’ve met… I’ve met Senior Xuan Ming.”
"Ghost painter?"
"Is that it?"
Whoosh!
Everyone's eyes fell on the ghost painter. When he saw it suddenly coming out, Ye Xingchen couldn't help but frown slightly. You must know that the grudge between him and the ghost painter is not the slightest bit.
Already.
Not only Ye Xingchen, but also Zhu Wuji, who returned to the crowd, his face turned ugly when he saw the ghost painter. Immortal Xuanming was already difficult enough, but now, there is another ghost painter.
.
Although this emperor-level ghost was not taken seriously by him at all, the other party had quite a conflict with him when he was in Shendu City. As long as he blew the wind in Xuanming Immortal's ears, he might
It will be treated with emphasis.
"Ghost Painter?" Immortal Xuanming nodded, his eyes lingered on it for a moment, and said: "The talent of the ghost is pretty good, but it's a pity that this Yinxu land has been destroyed long ago, otherwise, you can get it casually.
With the inheritance of the underworld, you have the hope of becoming the master of that palace."
"Senior, that's ridiculous." The ghost painter said respectfully.
"Okay, who is she?" Immortal Xuanming pointed at Wu Ling'er and said expressionlessly: "Speak out and I will grant you whatever reward you want."
"Xuan...Senior Xuan Ming, I don't want any reward. I just want to submit to my senior and work hard." The ghost painter suppressed his excitement and said.
"Okay." Xuan Ming nodded and said: "After this immortal has dealt with these people, you can follow me. If there is a chance in the future, I will help you find an official position in Lingxiao Palace. After the cleanup is completed,
In the Land of Yin Ruins, I have obtained the inheritance of those ghosts and will reward you with them."
"Many... many thanks to Senior Xuan Ming. I, the Ghost Painter, swear to God that from now on I will be the front and back of the horse. If I dare to disobey in the slightest, my soul will be shattered and I will die badly." Hearing the word 'inheritance', the Ghost Painter made a sound.
'With a sound, he fell to his knees on the ground, looked at Xuan Ming with red eyes in excitement, and said.
"Okay, get up." Xuan Ming nodded and said expressionlessly, "Who is she?"