Chapter 1110 Xianxia Is a Bit Salty (24)

The medicinal power of Susheng Pill circulated warmly throughout Xia Ling's body.

The thick sky thunder from the bucket hit Xia Ling firmly.

His body trembled, and Xia Ling's body was faintly scorched.

Holding the condensed ashes ring, she looked up at the sky.

The treacherous thundercloud was like an eye of punishment that judged the world. The icy vortex oppressed the entire world of cultivating immortals. Around Beihuang, demon cultivators and monks had ceased fighting. Under the catastrophe, everyone was in danger.

Pairs of eyes were fixed on the female cultivator. Under the catastrophe, even Duan Xi, who killed the demon ancestor, looked extremely embarrassed.

Mo Zu...

The Demon Ancestor was originally going to die. In this world, there are people who kill their wives to prove the Tao. I don't know what entanglement exists between Duanxi and the Demon Ancestor. The two turned out to be a situation where one died and the other became a god.

"I want to become a fairy!"

Staring at the whirlpool of thunderclouds above his head, Xia Lingling felt Yuan Ling's aura that was gradually dissipating even though she placed it in Xuanlin's ashes.

Picking up the cloud sword at the side, Xia Ling suddenly soared up like a swimming dragon, with a sword in his hand and a person, heading straight for Heavenly Tribulation.

The thin figure rushed towards the slowly rotating thundercloud vortex in the sky, and the lightning bolts were like brackets, small and sharp.

Tian Jie was enraged by Xia Ling's behavior of not retreating but advancing,

One thunder after another, shining with dazzling purple awns, spherical lightning hit Xia Ling in groups, not giving her any room to breathe.

Xia Ling resisted twenty-five attacks with his body and Yunjian, and the next fifty-six attacks cannot be resisted by the body.

When she returned to the ground, she threw out the tribulation magic weapons that had been prepared a long time ago, such as the Great Sun Vajra Shield, and the Thunder Umbrella with Thunder attribute...

After more than 20 delays, Xia Ling summoned the pills from Yu Peili without hesitation and took them all.

All means were exhausted, and the last twenty, as if the heavens wanted to exterminate Xia Ling.

A thunder fell, and Xia Ling's whole body was scorched black. She was completely split from the inside out, her eyes were black and white, and the rest of her skin and hair were the color of charcoal.

Ten ways, nine ways...three ways...

Each one is like ten thousand years.

Difficult to get out of the mortal situation, retaining a little clarity of the Lingtai, holding Xuanlin whose Yuanling gradually dispersed in his hand.

boom!

boom! boom!

The last three thunderstorms arrived as expected.

Accompanied by a force of vitality, the thunder of death gradually repaired Xia Ling's body, and the next moment, the thunder cloud dissipated, and a colorful glow fell from mid-air into the world, like a colorful bridge.

At the end of the rays of the sun, there are fairies scattering flower petals, there is faintly pleasant fairy music, and there are carved galleries and pavilions.

"Ascended! Daoist Duanxi, I'm really going to ascend!"

"Heaven, it turns out that the world of cultivating immortals really has a chance to ascend to the upper world."

"Fairy Duanxi beheaded the Demon Ancestor, and ascended to the Upper Realm with complete merit."

Noisy discussions sounded from the monks.

Xia Ling's figure was dragged by an invisible force, getting lighter and rising gradually.

The beautiful sunlight slowly enveloped Xia Ling, and soon, her whole body, together with the auspicious clouds and visions all over the sky, disappeared.

The Yunshan faction, the old man looked at the soaring Xia Ling with a complicated expression, and suddenly the little Taoist who was cleaning up Xia Ling's cave behind him yelled.

"Master, come and take a look, this is the jade slip that Uncle Duanxi left for you."

The old man hurried in, and with a search of consciousness, he was holding the jade slip, his skinny hands trembling a little.

This... this gift is really too big.