After seeing this situation, Xianxian said a word to the son Ling Yi: "You can take the rest of your life for the rest of your life, and you have mastered the power of life."
The son -in -law did not answer, but just carried his countless paper fans to cut off the vitamin spells extracted from the dust.
After Xianxian watched his son and Ling Yi ignored him, he was slightly angry in his heart. He smiled with a ravioli and said, "Is your power of life stronger than my death."
After saying that Xianxian said, a section of the printed decision was once again, which was a complicated seal.
After the seal was finished, he pressed again on the dust of the hell, and the light shone on top of the dust, and he trembled violently. The red ** lines of the return of the figurine showed signs of condensation immediately.
The red ** line was condensed at the beginning, and the son -in -law's paper fan immediately pressed down. In some places, the paper fans shook and began to tremble constantly.
These paper fans were just shaking at the beginning, and the cultivators of the immortal under the paper fan immediately felt the power of death again, and their vitality began to lose again.
For a moment, people who were not shrouded in paper fans were hit by endless fear.
The son of the son's casual expression condensed, and suddenly the whole body broke out of the coercion that even the thousands of counts next to him. This kind of coercion is far higher than the pressure of the fifth level of the real person.
The son's coercion was made, and all the paper fans flashed, and suddenly rose dozens of feet. On the paper fan, a strong pressure and vitality also broke out.
Fan is shocking!
Xianxian frowned slightly: "I didn't expect you to be the nine -order real person, and the hidden is really deep enough. However, this is not enough to resist the power of blood!"
After saying that the fairy was finished, he grabbed it suddenly, and the blood was spread out from his palm. The blood flashed, and the backbone of all the cultivations of the immortal shocked.
Among their pupils, only the hell of the Xianxian was surrounded by blood.
The dust was stimulated by this blood, and the sudden death of death suddenly covered the whole of the entire home. All the cultivators who returned to feel immediately felt that the moment of the evening turned into a ghost -domain pupil.
Countless screams appear looming, and countless resentment appeared in countless feelings!
All the cultivators trembled in the whole body, and the fear of fear was revealed.
They did not expect that Xianxian really had to kill quickly, and even the strongest attacks of the heels were used.
Suddenly, some of these people flew up crazy, regardless of the cover of the paper fan, regardless of the cover of the red line of the periphery, the disordered spiritual power broke out throughout the body.
Flying towards the air, the son made a touch of inexplicable light in the eyes of Yi. Instead, he did not stop these people, but let go of the gap of the paper fan.
Let these people shoot directly on the red ** line, and explode.
However, even if they explode, all vitality and blood are absorbed by these blood -red network cables, and the demon light on the red line is brighter.
Xianxian smiled slightly, and suddenly grasped again with one hand.
The son Ling Yi suddenly felt a power that he never thought of squeezing from the surroundings out of thin air. He could not help but permeate a trace of blood from the corner of his mouth.
But he didn't panic, but he smiled a bit. He smiled slightly, and all the paper fans suddenly came up with a giant noise shot to the red ** line.
Where the paper fan is passing, the whistling sounds are harsh, as if the sound explosion is endless, and everyone who shakes the ears of the shock.
Then, the paper fan was smashed on the red ** line ...
Everyone has a feeling, the son's order has been desperately.
However, what makes people think of is that the paper fan is hugely smashed on the red ** line. It is wrapped up by the dead air above the red ** line.
Everyone can clearly feel that the paper fan that was originally lively like blooming flowers suddenly withered directly and died directly. Not only that, but after withering, it was also densely wiped out by death.
Finally, the paper fan is like the falling leaves fluttering down, full of autumn desolation and helplessness.
When the son ordered that the paper fan was like the leaves blowing down slowly, he smiled again and said, "The power of autumn."
Then, a slightly surprised look on Xianxian's face.
In the end, it turned out to be unbelievable.
Because the son Ling Yi's paper fan said with a smile that the son Ling said slightly. After the power of autumn. The thickness above the paper fan slowly transformed into the power of life.
Life is also dead, and death is also life.
The end of life is dead, isn't the end of death?
The anode is extremely overcast.
The power of autumn is giving vitality, and who dares to be sure that it is not preparing for the arrival of spring.
However, after the son of the son to turn the dead qi above the paper fan into a life, the son Ling Yi smiled again, "The power of spring!"
Suddenly, the endless green light broke out on the paper fan, where the whole place was returned, where the green light passed, the bluestone floor, the jade palace, and the wooden pavilion suddenly grew countless flowers that swayed with the wind.
This is not an illusion, this is a real scene.
Just like the autumn after harvesting, after several months of winter, it gradually becomes a vibrant spring.
All those who have just been absorbed by the purpos of the blood immediately felt that the vitality that lost her whole body was returning quickly.
The speed of returning is faster than disappearing.
After Xian Dan found that the son Ling Yi could turn the power of death into the power of life, how could he not be terrified?
Suddenly he pressed his hands on the dust, and it flickered again than the bloody light that was brighter last time. The red ** line covering the return of a section immediately turned into a substantial network cable.
Xianxian no longer waited, he started to refine all the cultivators of a fairy.
As soon as Xian Zi was angry, the flowers that the son had just burst out of vitality would be swaying in the flowers of the flowers.
The son of Yiyouran slowly disappeared, and he began to urge the spiritual power of the whole body to control the paper fan to absorb the power of death on the red ** line.
Then, turn these deaths into the power of life.
Of course, Xianxian also saw the son Ling Yi's thoughts. He sneered, his hands suddenly tightened, the brighter red light flashed, and the power of more deaths came out.
The death of all the deaths of the lower bounds that had been killed in the past year began to leak.
The son Ling Yi looked at the meditation, and said, "I hope I can support the stars. In this way, what happened that year, then I wrote."
Although the son Ling Yi has been forbearing for many years, but the Xianzong Lord Xian's delusional cultivation is as unpredictable as the sea.
Besides, the magic weapon of Hei Dushen is far higher than the magic weapon of the son Ling Yi.