MTL - Painting of the Nine Immortals-Chapter 2801 Legend ends

Among the galaxies, Lingxian Demon Supreme, with three lights and seven bones, killed the four great ancestors.

The ancestral soul was also detained by him and could not move.

This result shocked all sentient beings, and everyone looked dull, even if they saw it with their own eyes, they felt that they were dreaming.

It's so incredible, that it is against the sky to suppress four invincible men comparable to the Holy King with one's own strength!

"He turned the tide and saved all beings, and he actually did it ..."

"Ha ha ha, heaven has eyes, we are saved."

"It's over. The biggest storm in 30,000 years has finally subsided."

The world is overjoyed, and some old men who are about to die are even more tearful, so excited that they can hardly hold themselves.

Before, all spirits thought that the end was coming. At this moment, the storm subsided, and the universe could see the light. Could all beings cry without joy?

After crying and laughing, the world looked at the shadow of the immortal, no words of praise, no words of gratitude.

It's not the wolf heart, but the words.

Ling Xianshe turned into a demon and calmed down the storm. He is a well-deserved hero. His achievements in the world can be compared with the legendary three emperors and five emperors!

This is a fact that no one can deny, and the world does not need to praise it.

Strength, even less.

The counter-record is placed there. Lingxian after entering the devil can be said to be the strongest under the immortal king, and any philosophical words seem redundant.

"Drive me!"

The heroic man snarled, burning the holy spirit, struggling frantically.

The other three ancestors also tried their best to try to escape the imprisonment of Lingxian.

However, nothing could shake it.

None of the four in their heyday were Ling Xian's opponents, let alone their souls?

The four great ancestors were desperate and regretted.

Unfortunately, it's too late.

Lingxian, who was savvy and savage, just wanted to obliterate the four people, too lazy to listen to their last words.

With one palm falling, the three lights vying for glory, the ancestral soul's soul is like a smoky light, dissipating with the wind.

At this point, the most thrilling battle in 30,000 years has come to an end.

The universe won, but it was also a terrible victory.

The handsome man and the sacred ancestor in white all died together, and the demon Buddha Wuwei also went to Huangquan with his opponent. Xiao Zi's body was broken and his soul was dormant.

Although the eight immortals are not ambiguous, they are no different from the living dead. Even if the five great soul-cultivating treasures are raised for ten thousand years, they may not be able to recover.

Lingxian is even more miserable, and is about to die out. There is no possibility of a rebirth.

"The tragic battle, fortunately, the universe won." Tiandi Xin sighed gently, looking at the mighty Lingxian, fortunately, but also worried.

The world is also worried.

The ancestor is dead, Ling Xian loses his opponent, it is likely to slaughter all beings, and with his unique strength in the world, who can fight?

Even if the emperor's heart was healed, the immortal and the elixir could not help stop Ling Xian's invincible man.

But the next moment, the world realized that their worries were unnecessary.

Because of this, Ling Xian looked at the city in question and revealed a soft smile.

The eyes are still red, and the intention of killing is still cold. Anyone who sees them will feel cold and trembling.

But his smile was warm and gentle, like the rising sun, lighting up nine days and ten places, Xinghe overshadowed.

It was a pleasant smile, a reluctant smile.

After killing the ancestral soul, Ling Xian recovered his mind, not because the side effects of demon bones disappeared, but that he was dying.

As he died, he was sober, looking back on his life, mixed feelings.

When I was young, I could n’t practice, and I was bullied by all my eyes. Only the “Kyushu Celebrities” was with me, and I imagined that one day I would become a great strong man who lives in all directions.

Admiring the teacher to refining the sky, unraveling the seal of the sky, fate turned.

Kill thousands of miles with a sword, use the power of knots, and cut off Yuan Ying against the sky!

In the Tianjiao Palace, swept the Wizards of all directions and overpowered the heroes of the world to build the name of the first day of immortality!

To be a Tao, internalize the world, and on your own, set foot on the road of immortality!

Destroy the sky and the sky, smash the gloomy conspiracy, and be the first one to let the demons read the monument!

Killing the Sun King, defeating the feathered immortal body, shaking the invincible faith of Shu Shengtian, making Akahara a shame.

Sweep the seven most powerful evils in the world, and deserve the name of the first person of the same generation!

With no foundation, the king returns, and he is regarded as the emperor in the attitude of an emperor!

Kill the ancestors of the Gu family, destroy the three top masters, and ask the peak in the city of Wending, the name of the emperor, no doubt!

Turn your body into a magic, kill the four ancestors against the sky, turn the tide into the downfall, and help the building to fall!

Counting the brilliance of Lingxian's cultivation so far, which one is not against the sky?

And this is only a small part. If Ling Xian's life and events are made public, even if the fairy Wang Tianzun listened, he would have a legend.

Unfortunately, the legend is about to end.

Resentment, regret, regret and other emotions were intertwined in Ling Xian's heart, but he did not regret it.

Trilemma in life, no regrets, no regrets, no regrets.

The first two, Ling Xian did not do it, he was ashamed of Lin Qingyi, ashamed of too many people.

He also had too many regrets, and failed to stand up with Lin Qingyi, failed to reach the highest level, and was invincible forever.

However, Lingxian did not regret it.

Let him choose one more time, he will still give himself up to protect the universe.

"Master, your wish, I am half done, and the rest can only be given to others."

Looking at the colorful Nine Immortals, Ling Xian sighed softly. The wish of Eight Immortals was to make the universe completely peaceful, and he was unable to complete it.

Not to mention that he is about to fall, even if he is alive, he cannot destroy the sanctuary and kill the sanctuary heaven.

"Xiao Zi, I will give you the task of finding requiem, and I hope you can revive the Eight Immortals and protect the universe for me."

Ling Xian sighed, thinking of the ninth immortal who had not yet awakened, and regretted one more, but she also had a little more.

He is already a mortal man, and the only thing he can do is look back on this life and leave a tinder of hope for the universe.

At the moment, he exhausted his last strength and exiled the Nine Immortals.

Xiao Zi just sleeps for a while. When she wakes up, she will protect the Nine Immortals and look for the requiem.

"Tsing Yi, I want to die in your arms, unfortunately, my body can't hold it."

Ling Xian is bitter. His physical body seems to be intact, but it is broken, and it will collapse completely when he moves.

The soul was almost broken.

The side effects of transforming the magic fairy bone are irresistible. If Lingxian was away from the immortal soul, the immortal body was only one step away, and it would have disappeared long ago.

Therefore, even if Ling Xian could make a leap forward, she could leap hundreds of millions of kilometers and never see Lin Qingyi again.

"Farewell, universe, farewell, Tsing Yi."

Muttering to himself, Ling Xian glanced at the universe with affection, the physical body collapsed and the soul dissipated.

The blood rain is dripping, and it will always fall into the darkness.

In this momentary moment, the eyes of the sentient beings are all red, crying and roaring, even if the immortal elixir is in use, it also hurts and weeps.

Unfortunately, tears are useless, and roars are useless.

All beings can only watch, watch the hero disintegrate, and the legend ends.

No one noticed that at the moment of Lingxian's disintegration, an object flew out of the storage bag, covering the three souls and seven souls he had dissipated, and disappeared.

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I finally finished writing this big plot, and it has been particularly painful in the past few days. I hope that the next step will be smoother and give you a good ending.