Chapter 472 Talented Eight Fighting

The seven killing monuments are unparalleled.

Although this divine tablet is not combined with seven monuments, the power of this last divine monument is the most amazing. In terms, it is better than the previous six divine tablets.

The ancestor of soul refining is not what it used to be, but a fairy figure. However, he is not all the body of immortals. After all, he has never soared, is still ordinary, and his body has never been baptized. He was born with the power of extreme weakness. Even if he is an immortal, how can he bear it?

Ling Sheng seemed to have expected it for a long time. He held a broken fairy sword and looked calm and silent.

The soul-refining ancestor's back was hit by the divine monument, but the predecessor did not change. The corners of his mouth were slightly bleeding, and his gray hair fluttered slightly, which was also very calm.

Wuchi, who performed the spell, was extremely frightened. He looked down at his hands and couldn't believe it. He dared not look up and dared not touch the tattered back of the soul refining ancestor. He trembled slightly and looked at Ling Sheng, with complex eyes and deep fear in hatred.

The black monkey sneered, and obviously expected this matter.

The soul refining ancestor couldn't look back and didn't see Wuchi's appearance. He just looked at Ling Sheng and the black monkey, and his mood was a little low.

Ling Sheng knew his doubts and said lightly, "The reason why you value this martial arts pool so much is that he is stained with the breath of your original body."

The soul refining ancestor showed a little sudden.

"The reason why he has the same origin as yours is because of the scar I carved on his chest."

When Ling Sheng's words came, Wu Chi's face had lost its color.

"It was Li Taibai's real fairy waiter, that is, the frog. At the beginning, it was secretly stained with some fairy gold fragments on that sword, which is said to be the remnant of your body when you transformed. Ling Sheng said slowly, "At that time, the frog moved his hands and feet, but my cultivation was still low. I didn't know about this. Later, when I became an immortal, the frog told me. But I didn't even take the frog too seriously about this matter, so I didn't remember it. It was not until I saw him this time that I remembered what the frog said in the past.

"Maybe the frog never thought that this little man would be valued by you. At the beginning, the frog never thought that there would be today's scene.

In Ling Sheng's words, there is no lack of exclamation.

Wuchi was originally a nobody. In this chaotic world, he was like a dwarf grass. He couldn't tell when he would be swept away by the wind and eaten by cattle and sheep.

No one thought that he would have an intersection with the world's supreme ancestors.

The original means are nothing but painstaking**.

It's like a seed thrown away casually. After a few years, I turned around and found that it had thrived and blossomed and bore fruit.

Wuchi's face was pale. He looked at the scar on his chest and trembled slightly.

Ling Sheng knew that he was puzzled and said slowly, "The reason why you will be manipulated by me is that the scar is the charm of the secret art of defeating dragons and tigers."

Wuchi was struck by lightning.

"You may have other ideas about leaving this scar. However, even if you have the heart to remove this scar, you can't remove the lines imprinted under the skin. Ling Sheng said, "Under the control of the frog, the tip of the sword pierced your skin and stained the fairy gold fragments, which could not be removed."

Wu Chi sat on the ground.

Ling Sheng no longer looked at him and turned to the soul refining ancestor. He was silent for a long time and finally said, "Originally, I just wanted to fight with you. Life and death depends on your own ability."

"Obviously, I won this game."

"You wanted Wu Chi to kill me with a divine tablet, but you never thought that he could be manipulated by me and make you devoured."

Ling Sheng looked at him and said in a low voice, "If you had died under my sword, it would have been much better than eating your own fruit."

The soul-refining ancestor looked low and sighed for a long time, "So it is."

When he opened his mouth, he took a breath away.

That's a mouthful of anger.

When he spoke, he dissipated his anger.

He has been destroyed by the divine monument, but he has maintained this state by relying on a breath of vitality and a fairy constitution. When the vitality dissipated, he also turned into pieces all over the ground.

A soft sound.

The soul refining ancestors are like porcelain, fragmented.

Wo!

A sword spirit cut through the sky and penetrated the eyebrows of the soul refining ancestor. A pair of eyes that were about to disappear with dim light completely lost their luster.

"It's better to die under the sword."

Ling Sheng sighed.

In the distance, the black monkey shook his head. Originally, the soul-making ancestor was dead, but Ling Sheng still forced a breath. Before the soul-making ancestor's mind was destroyed, a sword ran through his head, making the soul-making ancestor die under the sword, not under the soul-making ancestor's own magic weapon.

It's better to die under Ling Sheng's sword than to eat your own fruit.

It's just that Ling Sheng has just recovered a little mana and depleted himself.

......

Ling Sheng doesn't know how much talent the soul refining ancestor has.

But many talents spread like torrents, like countless white waves, scattered everywhere.

"Go!"

The black monkey threw out a thing and the color was blue.

That's Qingluan.

This bird spread its wings slightly and turned into a person's size, absorbing all the genius.

In the spirit of genius, there is one thing that has entered the head of Qingluan.

However, Qingluan was not damaged, but his breath rose sharply.

The divine treasure that was separated was finally completed. And those talents also fell into Qingluan's body.

Qingluan opened his mouth and spit out, and his breath fell on Ling Sheng.

The robbery of the star collapsed and divided into 2,000 talents.

If there are as many talents in heaven and earth as one stone, then one talent is equivalent to one. Ling Sheng has 1,600 talents in his body, a total of eight buckets.

The world has one stone, Ling Sheng has eight unique fights, Su Bai has one fight, and the world's immortals have a fight.

is only eight buckets!

Ling Sheng closed his eyes slightly.

The fairy light finally fell from the sky.

There are auspicious cranes to welcome, heavenly women scattering flowers, unicorns, ancestral dragons, phoenixes, Xuanwu, all kinds of foreign beasts and fairy birds, fairy kings welcome you, immortals inviting wine, fairies dancing, and immortals talking and laughing.

All kinds of illusory scenes fell beside Ling Sheng.

For a while, Ling Sheng seemed to be in the fairyland, accompanying the immortals.

He closed his eyes slightly and felt like flying away.

But there is still endless involvement between heaven and earth.

That's cause and effect.

All kinds of dust causality are like endless silk threads, involving him in this earthly world, unable to fly up and stagnate.

At the beginning, Guting Qiuxia soared and broke free from the bondage.

Ling Sheng's two fingers together want to cut off the endless cause and effect and cut through all kinds of involvement.

However, he tyed his sword finger and trembled slightly.

Cut off the cause and effect of the red dust, how can it compare to unraveling the endless dust?

The word cause and effect could not be clear, but at this time, he had the background of clarifying cause and effect.

1,600 talents in the body are ready to move.

You are so talented that you will eventually divide the world evenly.