MTL - Painting of the Nine Immortals-Chapter 2849 His opponent

The world is silent, the crow and bird are silent.

All spirits were stunned. Even the **** of the restricted area, Long Wushuang and other gods, set off a huge wave in their hearts.

Is the Son of God strong?

The world will answer, very strong!

It's no exaggeration to say that the Son of God is Hongjun Tianzun in Wonderland. He is invincible, and there is nothing to stop him.

Is Hong Jun's method strong?

The world will answer, very strong!

Looking at all ages, looking at the two circles, Hongjun's method is the most terrible fairy, the most top Taoist method!

The Son of God plus Hongjun's method is undoubtedly a strong alliance. There are very few who can fight with it, let alone suppress it.

However, Ling Xian did a trick to break the Hongjun method, and he could cough up the blood of the son of Cang, which was really incredible.

"I must have been dazzled, but that is the Son of God who came to the world and overlooked all beings. How could he be suppressed by a single trick?"

"It's not a trick, it's a show of two people. One trick is better than ten thousand tricks!"

"That's amazing enough. The invincible God's Son was defeated to the Emperor Lingxian. It's incredible."

The exclamation sounded one after another, all souls shook to the extreme, and the brain was blank.

In any era, in any realm, the Son of God is an invincible existence, defeated to Ling Xian, fully showing how powerful he is.

The first person in eternal wonderland, deserves its name!

"Failed, I was defeated ..."

The Son of God stared at Ling Xian, and said, "You ... what is your law?"

"The method of self-creation." Ling Xian's expression was calm. The proudest thing in his life was to create the Warriors of the Immortal, and the world was destroyed.

This method is amazing to even the proud King of Heaven, saying that the potential of this method is infinite, and it will be the first method of all ages!

"How can the self-made method be better than Hongjun's invincible art?" The son of God roared, unable to accept the fact that Hongjun's method was inferior to Lingxian's method, and he could not accept the fact that he was defeated.

"Not better than Hongjun, but better than you."

"I created Wushuangxianshu, and you rely on the law of heaven, how can you win me?"

Ling Xian's expression was indifferent. He was the founder. The Son of God just picked up people's teeth. The essential difference is destined to be inferior to him.

"I am the son of God, and it is destined to come to Heaven for nine days, and the world is invincible. How can I lose to you?"

From the beginning to the present, he has always looked down at Ling Xian with a high attitude. Even if Ling Xian soars against the sky and suppresses the Emperor Xian, he does not look at him.

However, at this moment, he was defeated, which was undoubtedly a heavy blow.

Pride is broken, faith is broken, the Son of God feels like a joke, a big joke.

"To this day, you still have such a ridiculous idea, and you are not defeated unjustly." Ling Xian said faintly, Xeon Tianzun can surpass, let alone the Son of God?

It is true that the external conditions of the Son of God are unmatched, but only for the first half of his life, the true Xeon can rely on himself.

Lingxian is undoubtedly the true Xeon.

He embarked on the road of immortality by himself, and created the Supreme Immortal Law by himself. When he becomes the king of immortals, he can fight against the heavenly monarch!

"you!"

The Son of God gritted his teeth and wanted to tear Ling Xian to pieces, but he had no words to refute, nor could he turn the situation around.

Compared with Ling Xian, in addition to luck, he was completely defeated in other aspects.

This is an indisputable fact, and if you do not want to accept it, you must accept it.

"I am the one who becomes the king, and you who are the stepping stones."

Ling Xian's expression was indifferent, and she said, "You lose without seeing the bumps, without going through the wind and rain, I win in the bumps, and the wind and rain continue."

"I don't understand. Seeing wind and rain, isn't it a good thing?" God's son was confused.

"If you just want to be a god, of course it's a good thing, but if you want to be a real Xeon, it's a bad thing."

Ling Xian glanced mercilessly at the Son of God, and said, "How can it be really strong without storm?"

Hearing that the Son of God realized that, unfortunately, it was too late.

He was completely defeated and could not find any excuse.

"I'm not as good as you ..." The Son of God smirked, his ambition disappeared, and his pride was shattered.

The battle that won the battle steadily ended in a terrible defeat. It is conceivable how much he was hit.

If you change to Lingxian, you will definitely stand up and continue moving forward.

But the Son of God couldn't do it. He hadn't experienced any bumps, and even a small amount of blow would infinitely magnify him, knocking him down into the abyss, and it was harder to stand up.

"I said, you are not as good as me." Ling Xian said lightly.

The Son of God lost his soul. Before, he thought Ling Xian's words were ridiculous. At this moment, he couldn't laugh.

This is not a joke, but an indisputable fact!

"The battle of fate, come to an end, it's time to give me your real blood of Hongjun." Ling Xianxing's eyes were deep. He could not kill the son of God, but Hongjun's real blood must be obtained.

"Dream, even if I die, I won't let you do it!" The Son of God gritted his teeth fiercely, knowing that he was not Ling Xian's opponent and had no hope of escaping.

Therefore, he chose to commit suicide.

Unfortunately, the Son of God overestimated himself too much. Not only could he not fight, he couldn't escape, and he couldn't kill himself.

Ling Xian pointed out, the heavens and the earth swept away, and the Son of God turned into blood mist.

At the same time, when the mighty power descended, the soul of the Son of the Cang was sealed, let alone committing suicide, but not moving.

"Lingxian!" The Son of God gritted his teeth and, besides his anger, tasted powerlessness.

In front of Ling Xian, he was fragile and could not resist at all.

"Hongjun's true blood is my hope to become the fairy king, how can I let you fall? To die, you have to wait for me to get the true blood." Ling Xian's eyebrow glowed, gathered the blood of the Son of God, and then extracted a drop of golden blood .

The majesty of the Mighty King is everywhere, and if there is no shadow of the world, the spirit of the Son of God is flying away and disappears for a moment.

Hongjun's real blood is equivalent to his lifeblood. The real blood is lost, and the immortal elixir cannot save him.

"Unexpectedly, this battle ended in a fiasco for the Son of Cang."

"Even the son of Cang is not Ling Xian's opponent. No one dares to question the name of the first person in the ancient wonderland."

"The Emperor who defeated the Immortal, the son of Cang in the town, his record is too brilliant."

All the spirits shook, and the whole world was shocked. Even the gods of the restricted zone, Long Wushuang and other gods could not be calmed for a long time.

Ling Xian is too bad. Throughout the history of Qing Dynasty, people who can compare with him come over with a slap.

"My destiny's enemy is not you." Ling Xian looked at the sanctuary, and the Son of God was not qualified to be his enemy. His enemy was the supreme Holy King, who was supreme.

When he becomes the king of immortals, there will be only one of his enemies, the highest heavenly dominion that rules all beings.

"The immortal king's realm is close at hand, and Tianyuan is not far away."

"Hopefully, Hongjun's true blood will allow me to set foot in the fairy kingdom."

Looking at the true blood of Jin Cancan, Ling Xian whispered to himself, then flung her sleeves to erase the gods' thoughts on the ancient sword of Xian Jian.

Immediately, he arrived at Wan Jianzong and handed the Divine Sword Guqin to Huang Jiuge, saying, "Send them on their way."

"Yes, master." Huang Jiuge smiled, and the sword was cut off, and the sword and lyre have been reduced to bereavement dogs.

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There is no third chapter.