Chapter 1837： Yingling

On the cliff, the old man trembled with a tremor and murmured, "It was really cracked."

"It's only temporarily suppressed. It's not cracked."

Ling Xian waved her hands, looking pale and sullen.

Based on his current practice, even with the help of the god-seeking Taoist gods, he can't crack the lure, and can only temporarily suppress it.

However, in the eyes of the elderly, this is already quite amazing.

It was a horror, even more terrifying than a ghost. Even if he did it with all his power, he could suppress at most two or three.

However, Ling Xian suppressed all the nine soul huntings, which naturally shocked him.

"It's true to work with you."

The old man exhaled a long breath and looked at Ling Xian complicatedly.

"It's a bit early to say this."

Ling Xian smiled lightly and operated the floods and heavens to replenish her energy.

After a while, he recovered as before, saying, "Let ’s go, my method, at most, I can suppress the haunting rope for half an hour and hurry up."

After that, he stepped out and floated on the chains.

The same goes for everyone.

They didn't know what the lure was, and what method Ling Xian used, but his strength was obvious to all, so everyone followed closely.

It turned out that their decision was not wrong.

Whether it's the blood river or the haunting rope, it seems as if it doesn't exist, let alone the power, there is not even a trace of movement.

Therefore, everyone easily passed the Blood River and came to the opposite cliff.

"Thanks to this boy, otherwise, I will probably fall."

"Yeah, although I don't know what this river is, I think that once it falls, there must be no bones left."

"And these nine chains, it feels terrible to me, fortunately there is a son."

The crowd spoke with gratitude.

However, Ling Xian has never heard of it.

He looked at the nine patterns on the mountain wall, a pair of sword eyebrows, and gradually wrinkled.

The same goes for the elderly.

He hesitated, and said, "What do these patterns represent?"

"I don't know, I can only feel the spatial fluctuations from it."

Ling Xian shook her head. He couldn't see what the nine patterns were and what they could do, but it felt like a teleportation array to him.

"I noticed it, too, is it the teleportation array?" The old man frowned.

"Try it, you know." A middle-aged man began, sticking the left-most pattern on his right hand.

Suddenly, the dazzling light broke out, and it disappeared in a moment.

Also disappearing was the middle-aged man.

This shocked everyone, and his face was gloomy.

Ling Xian's expression also dignified for a few minutes, and said, "It really is a teleportation array.

"It seems that this is the nine roads, the right choice is life, and the wrong choice is death."

The old man narrowed his eyes and said, "Which one are you going to choose?"

"Either choice is the same."

Ling Xian said lightly, saying: "This is the tomb of all death, there is no way of life, all roads are full of crisis."

"makes sense."

The old man smiled and said, "It seems that we can only listen to fate."

"No, to be precise, do everything and listen to destiny."

Ling Xian smiled slightly and said, "Let's go, just choose the middle one."

With that said, he stuck the middlemost pattern on his left hand, as did the old man.

After that, dazzling light poured out, disappearing with them.

Seeing this, everyone look at me, I look at you, they all chose a pattern and was teleported to an unknown area.

...

The wind was cloudy and the spirits were faint.

In the endless cemetery, a dazzling light came on, and then two figures emerged.

A man is stingy, wry, and looks like an old beggar.

One person is beautiful and handsome, extraordinary and refined.

It is Ling Xian and the old man.

"Qianli Cemetery, Endless Tombstones ..."

Looking at the cold and weird cemetery, Ling Xian frowned his sword eyebrows, and the flowers of the road quietly condensed.

The old man also used the defense method and did not dare to take the slightest care.

This is the legendary tomb of death, and it may be built by Danzu himself. God knows how dangerous it will be.

"Tomb of Danzu, why are there so many tombstones?"

Ling Xian was suspicious, walked to the gravestone closest to her, and saw a blank space on it, without a word.

Right now, he looked around the audience, and every tombstone he saw was empty.

"It's strange."

Ling Xian's brow froze tightly, and suddenly she realized what she could not help but grin.

"I think we might be in big trouble."

The voice fell, and the majestic power suddenly emerged.

boom!

The gravestone closest to Lingxian shook and released the monstrous power, but also filled with infinite black gas.

The next moment, the black gas condensed and turned into a hero in armor, killing Lingxian strongly.

The war spear in his hand is sharp and unmatched.

This made Ling Xian move, raised his hand to gather the war halberd, and was forced to face it.

clang!

With a loud noise, Ling Xian stepped back seven times, and his arm had some hemp.

Ying Ling also took seven steps back.

It was expressionless, the war spear pointed at Lingxian, and it was locked coldly.

"It's strong."

Ling Xian's expression was dignified. Although he used only the power of pure body, he was the body in the middle of the seventh realm.

The numbness in his arm with a single blow was enough to show how powerful this spirit was.

And this is still in the circumstances of its death, it is not difficult to imagine how terrible it was during its lifetime.

"Is the hero ..."

The old man narrowed his eyes and suddenly changed his face.

Ling Xian's complexion also changed.

Because of this, dozens of tombstones shook, pouring black gas, and condensed into more than twenty heroes.

They are all wearing armor, holding battle spears, one by one rushing into a bullfight, shaking the wild waste.

That power, even as strong as Ling Xian and the elderly, had to move.

"As you said, it is really a big trouble." The old man smiled bitterly.

"No way, just desperately."

Ling Xian sighed softly. An hero can do a few tricks with him. So many heroes can make him feel tricky.

"Fight."

The old man's expression turned cold, his hand raised a long knife emerged, and the intention of killing was utterly imposing.

The next instant, he killed with a knife and fought against the hero.

The same is true of Lingxian.

He was wearing a robe of imperial clothing, holding a halberd of war god, like an immortal king, and fought for nine days and ten places.

Boom boom!

The heroic spirits open and close, each and every move, with the momentum of going forward to death!

This moved Ling Xian, as did the elderly.

You know, the spirit has no thoughts, and only acts instinctively.

That is to say, before they die, they will fight their lives to death!

"Who the **** are they ..."

Ling Xian was puzzled, but the situation now could not help him think about it.

In the face of more than twenty powerful heroes, if you are not careful, you may fall!

Therefore, Ling Xian's heart had no thoughts, and the God of War swept across ten squares, striving for the spirit.

He opened up and closed together, invincible, even when facing multiple heroic siege, he was calm and unrestrained, showing the great style!

Gradually, the spirits couldn't hold it. Although they were indestructible, they were dead after all, and it was difficult to maintain them for a long time.

Therefore, they were gradually smashed by Lingxian and the elderly, turned into black gas, and poured into the ground.