Tiger, the king of beasts, the tiger was the master of killing!
It was an extremely powerful divine beast.
Lin Xuan took the Dao of Slaughter from its body and prepared to create a Tiger Sword Art.
His attainments in the Dao of the Sword were already very high. Moreover, he had obtained thousands of top-notch divine abilities.
He could learn from others and create his own sword art.
Lin Xuan was completely immersed in it. He forgot about time and everything else.
After an unknown amount of time, a dragon and a tiger in front of him let out a dragon roar and a tiger roar. A mysterious force wrapped around him and the Crimson Dragon and sent him out.
In the next moment, their bodies shook and they opened their eyes.
The painting in front of them was shaking.
However, they could no longer enter to comprehend it.
The two of them knew that their opportunity had run out, so they bowed deeply and returned the way they came.
Outside, Murong Qingcheng was holding Little White and looking at the various cultivation techniques and abilities from before.
The toad beside him was yawning in boredom. Suddenly, they turned their heads and stared at the door in front of them.
You're out.
Lin Xuan and the Crimson Dragon walked out and asked, "How long has it been?"
They felt that they had been meditating for too long.
A hundred years had passed?
Murong Qingcheng calculated the time and said that only three days had passed.
It's only been three days. Lin Xuan was surprised. It seemed that the painting was indeed an extremely terrifying thing. It was likely that the time inside had been modified.
I wonder who left it behind?
Brother Xuan, what's inside? Murong Qingcheng was also curious.
Lin Xuan gave a brief account of what had happened to him.
Murong Qingcheng was greatly surprised. Did Mount Longhu really exist?
The toad's eyes were also red. Are you talking about the ancient breathing technique of the Dragon Clan?
I want to learn it too.
Learn your sister. You're not from the Dragon Clan. You can't learn it at all. The Crimson Dragon despised.
The toad secretly lamented that it was a pity.
Lin Xuan also wanted to teach this breathing technique to Murong Qingcheng, but he realized that it was impossible.
Murong Qingcheng had the bloodline of the Phoenix, so she could not learn the breathing technique of the Dragon Clan.
Murong Qingcheng didn't force it. She said, "There's no need for that, big brother Xuan. These top-notch abilities are already an extra surprise for me."
Not to mention, we also obtained so many spiritual herbs.
Lin Xuan didn't force him.
He knew that this ancient breathing technique was not simple. If he did not have the dragon soul, he probably would not have been able to cultivate it.
After looking around, they felt that there was nothing else, so they prepared to leave.
But how do I get out? They could only return the way they came.
Sure enough, when they reached that place, they came out of another door.
Everyone walked out.
Buzz.
They felt the light around them become brighter, and there were sounds of killing and shouting coming from all around them.
They looked carefully and realized that they had actually arrived at the foot of Mount Longhu.
Did he come out? And not at the top of the mountain, but at the foot of the mountain.
However, Lin Xuan quickly changed his expression and frowned.
He sensed that the number of people in this world had increased again.
It seemed that more people had come in, and those people naturally sensed the arrival of Lin Xuan and the others.
Who are you? They were too shocked. The other party appeared out of thin air, which really gave them a fright.
It's you!
Suddenly, a scream was heard. Great, it's Lin Wudi. We've found him.
A figure rushed over quickly, and at the same time, his voice was heard.
With a wave of his hand, an endless barren aura spread out, forming a long spear with terrifying laws surging on it.
Buzz!
The spear stabbed out, blotting out the sky and covering the earth, towards Lin Xuan.
This was a sure-kill spear, and its attack power was astonishing.
Lin Xuan snorted coldly, and with a backhand palm.
His palm was like a dragon's head, and it rarely moved forward, directly grabbing the spear.
The person who attacked was a Little Saint from the Great Desolate Mansion. He had reached the peak of the Little Saint realm and was not far from the Sacred Venerable realm.
Originally, he thought that he could seriously injure the other party with a surprise attack.
He even thought that he could kill the other party.
However, he did not expect that Lin Xuan would take it so easily.
Moreover, Lin Xuan's arm shook, and the force made his body tremble.
What a terrifying physique. No wonder it was rumored that he could not fight Lin Wudi in close combat.
The person shouted angrily, trying to distance himself.
However, he could not pull out his long spear at all. He could only give up on the spear and escape, preparing to attack from afar.
A lot of barren laws appeared on his body, like an endless autumn wind, bringing with it a sense of sadness.
Lin Xuan's lips curled into a disdainful smile.
He did not care about such a divine ability anymore.
He stretched out his palm again, and slapped forward.
However, at this time, his heart was beating wildly, and a great sense of danger shrouded his soul.
A killing sword was behind him, piercing towards his head.
It was too fast.
In an instant, the sword was behind him.
The cold killing intent from the sword made him feel cold all over.
Damn it! Lin Xuan was shocked. This was a top-notch assassin.
At the same time, Murong Qingcheng, the Crimson Dragon, and the toad roared angrily, wanting to attack.
However, in the next moment, they were all assassinated.
Get lost!
At this moment of crisis, Lin Xuan did not have time to think. He roared and instinctively activated the Dragon Breathing Technique that he had just learned.
As he inhaled and exhaled, a mysterious force was produced in his body, and it directly exploded.
There was a boom.
The killing sword was blasted into pieces.
Those figures also vomited blood and flew backward, their eyes filled with disbelief.
At the same time, the Crimson Dragon also activated its breathing technique, pushing the people back.
A dragon's roar, with the two of them as the center, spread in all directions.
The four assassins were all injured. When they failed to hit, they instantly fled and hid.
"Are you alright?" Lin Xuan looked at Qingcheng.
Murong Qingcheng shook her head. She said that the people of the mortal world.
Apart from the mortal world, they could not think of a second person who could send out such a group of Saint Assassins and possess such a killing ability.
All of this happened in an instant.
In the next moment, the injured Little Saint of Great Desolate Mansion screamed.
Come quickly! I've found Lin Wudi!
This voice was like a clap of thunder, spreading in all directions.
What? It's that kid?
Kill him quickly!
The people of the Grotto-Heaven will reward you handsomely!
The surrounding Saints rushed over crazily.
In an instant, divine abilities covered the sky and covered the earth.
Lin Xuan's face was gloomy. How dare you be the lackeys of the Grotto-Heaven? Go to hell then.
A trace of shocking killing intent appeared in his eyes.
At the same time, he quickly activated the breathing technique, and a terrifying force surged.
He opened the sky with both hands and swept everything away.
In an instant, the three of them exploded. Then, with a roar, all kinds of sword qi swept in all directions.
He was really too strong. Ordinary late-stage Minor Saints were no match for him at all.
These people were seriously injured.
Join hands!
They roared crazily, but Murong Qingcheng and the others were not to be trifled with. They fought back crazily.
Lin Xuan stared at the Saint of Great Desolate Mansion who had shouted before and threw out a punch.
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