Painting of the Nine Immortals

"Lord of the Hidden Cabinet, don't deceive!"

With a cold drink, the flamboyant woman's body exploded and her spirits disappeared.

This caused everyone's blood to surge and their hearts to worship.

The same is true of Xiang Jiuchen and the three elders, only to feel the anger in his chest and finally disappear.

Once, the Sansheng Pavilion was very low-key, and if it was in friction with several other forces, it was mostly forbearance. Now, they finally realize that tolerance only makes people feel bullied.

Only with a domineering shot can Xiao Xiao be deterred!

This domineering originates from Lingxian and from Yinge.

If he did not lead the crowd, Xiang Jiuchen would not be strong anyway.

"Hahaha, happy!"

Xiang Jiuchen laughed and said, "I'd like to see, those forces would dare not go to war with my Sansheng Pavilion!"

"I wish they had gone to war, and they all died together, and it's time for the owner of the domain to be replaced!" The elder said with a domineering expression, only to raise his eyebrows and exhale, clearing his chest from depression.

This made Ling Xian smile, and smiled comfortably.

Although today's events have dealt a heavy blow to Sansheng Pavilion, Xiang Jiuchen and others have not been hit, but have become full of confidence.

Over time, the Sansheng Pavilion will be able to rebirth and create greater glories!

"You guys, clean the battlefield."

Ling Xianxing's eyes darkened, and she said, "Please bury the bodies of those who died."

Hearing that everyone present was silent.

The Sansheng Pavilion, which was reduced to ruins, can be rebuilt, and the damaged treasures can be repaired, but the dead are really dead.

The death of relatives, friends, and acquaintances in this battle is both a lucky and a sorrow for the living.

Therefore, the Sansheng Pavilion at this moment is sad, and even heaven and earth seem to be in sadness.

A moment later, a weeping sounded, which started the weeping cry.

Everyone was crying, they were sentimental, and the whole world was covered by sadness.

Ling Xian also sighed with sorrow.

War is always cruel, and even the Supreme cannot change it.

"Sorrow, ladies and gentlemen."

Ling Xian got up hard, slowly glanced at everyone, and said, "Their sacrifice has brought us alive, so please turn sadness into motivation and strengthen yourself.

In this way, you can protect the people you care about and protect the Sansheng Pavilion. "

Hearing that the crowd stopped sobbing, and then without a word, began cleaning the battlefield.

Their expressions were firm, and their steps were condensed. Although they were silent, Ling Xian saw something called fighting spirit that breeds in everyone's heart.

This made him even more relieved that if everyone could turn sadness into motivation, then the Sansheng Pavilion would become more and more brilliant.

"I will count the people who died in the war. Their families are all taken care of by my Sansheng Pavilion." Xiang Jiuchen wandered to Ling Xian, feeling a little down.

"it is good."

Ling Xian smiled comfortably and said, "This is what Sanshengge should and must do."

"Well, I'm sorry for them. As the Lord of a cabinet, I failed to protect them well." Xiang Jiuchen blamed himself.

"The patron doesn't need to blame yourself, what you have done is good enough." Ling Xian waved her hand.

"Not enough."

A long sigh to Jiuchen, the topic shifted: "Stop this, thank you for today's business."

"This is my responsibility, no need to say thank you." Ling Xian shook her head gently, and when he took over the main seat of Yinge, he had a foreseeable day.

"You can choose to leave whatever you want, but you don't, but you hold your last hope with your life."

The elder said, in addition to the appreciation in his eyes, he was grateful, saying, "Just aim at this, you can afford the husband to worship."

After that, he bowed deeply towards Ling Xian.

At the same time, Xiang Jiuchen, the second elder, and the third elder also bowed at the same time, expressing their respect.

In response, Ling Xian smiled helplessly, and said, "Several people must not torment me."

"You can afford it."

Suddenly the second elder opened his mouth, feeling a bit guilty and bitter.

The same is true of the three elders.

They had troubled Ling Xian once and did not want to make him the master of the Hidden Pavilion, and today's events have undoubtedly proved their mistakes.

This is equivalent to a loud slap, which was severely drawn on the two faces.

"The thing that happened was that we did something wrong."

The second elder looked bitter and said, "Today, I apologize to you."

"I had no eyes at that time, and I hope the Lord of the Hidden Pavilion should not be taken to heart." The elders of the three sighed, with shame and bitterness.

"I have forgotten the events of that year."

Ling Xian smiled lightly and said: "Different positions and different perspectives, no wonder you."

Hearing that the two were relieved, knowing that Lingxian really did not remember to hate them.

And his generosity made them even more ashamed, only to feel that they were alive at the age of a dog.

"Let's just expose the matter like this, no need to mention it again."

Ling Xian shook her head and laughed. He had forgotten the events of that year. If they hadn't mentioned the old things again, he might not have remembered this life.

"Haha, I didn't see the wrong person. The Lord of the Hidden Pavilion is really lucky for me." The elder smiled brightly, and his eyes were full of appreciation.

In this regard, Ling Xian smiled slightly, and turned her eyes to the Lord of Darkness and others, saying, "Things are over, you wait, stand back."

"Yes!"

Several people arched their hands, then moved into shape, and disappeared instantly.

This is the style or mission of the members of the Hidden Court.

When Sanshengge was in danger, he had to come forward and throw his head to shed blood, and when the matter was over, he would leave quietly.

"They are the heroes."

Ling Xian sighed and said, "Unknown, but a real hero."

"Yes, I won't live up to them in the Sansheng Pavilion!" Xiang Jiuchen whispered, making a noise.

"With you, enough."

Ling Xian smiled slightly and said, "I should go now. I believe that after this battle, the cohesion of Sansheng Pavilion will be stronger. Those who persist to the end will definitely become the backbone elite of Sansheng Pavilion."

"Good."

Looking at the figures who cleaned the battlefield, they flashed with relief into Jiuchen's eyes, and said, "I will cultivate these people well and make them the backbone of my Sansheng Pavilion."

"It's a blessing because of misfortune."

Ling Xian smiled lightly and said, "The number of people in Sansheng Pavilion has decreased sharply. I recommend opening the gate wide to replenish fresh blood."

"It should be the case. Although I have always been pursuing nobles and preciouss, the number of people has decreased sharply, and it is time to replenish fresh blood." Nodded to Jiuchen.

"It's nothing to do with me, you get the idea."

With a slight smile, Lingxian arched and said, "I'm gone, goodbye."

After that, his body faded and disappeared.

But half an hour later, he returned.

This time, Lingxian took off her black robe and appeared in real body.

The identity of the Lord of the Hidden Pavilion is not suitable for staying in the Sansheng Pavilion, there will be too much inconvenience. Therefore, he deliberately performed a drama and told everyone that the Lord of the Hidden Pavilion had left.

But when he came in true body, he was greeted by Ning Yan's fury.