Painting of the Nine Immortals

In the ashes, a large slap of purple tokens shone, mysterious and extraordinary.

This made Ling Xian's brows frown, quite a shock.

Although he deliberately suppressed the temperature of Zhu Rong's real fire to 10%, the high temperature is still extremely horrible, even if it is amazing, it is difficult to resist.

However, not only did the token not melt, but it was intact. How could he not feel shocked?

At present, Ling Xian took a step and picked up the token.

I saw it was purple all over, with an engine engraved on the front, and an indescribable creature on the back.

"Made from ten kinds of magical materials, no wonder you can resist the true fire of Zhu Rong ..."

Ling Xianxing's eyes flashed with astonishment. With his master-level skill, naturally, he could recognize the material at a glance.

In addition to the materials, he also recognized the creature behind him, which was one of the twelve witch gods.

According to ancient records, he has a snake in his mouth and a snake in his hand. With a human head, four-footed feet and long elbows, his accomplishments on the road to thunder have reached an extreme, known as Thor.

"Qiang Liang ..."

Ling Xian's brow froze tightly, remembering the clamor of the woman, she knew in her heart.

Through that sentence and this token, it can be judged that this woman is true, she is indeed a child of Qinglei Tribe. And with such an extraordinary token, it can be seen that her status in the tribe is not low.

"What kind of thunder tribe ..."

Ling Xian's mouth fluttered, all cold: "I hope you don't come to trouble me, otherwise, I don't mind getting **** again."

The words fell, and his body moved instantly toward the Wangtu tribe.

It's over here, and he should be on the road to do business.

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The Wangtu tribe is located in the burial mountain range. It is the only top tribe in this mountain range and has been passed down for tens of thousands of years.

This tribe enshrines Houtu, the legendary earth god, also known as the Mother Earth. No one can achieve it on the avenue of earth.

And the strength of this tribe is extremely powerful, even if you look at the entire witch **** domain, it is second to none.

However, since the beginning of two decades, the Wangtu tribe has rapidly declined, and at this moment is in crisis.

Because the entire burial mountain has only one top tribe, all other large and small tribes have naturally become its subordinate tribes.

When the Wangtu tribe was strong, these tribes naturally did not dare to give birth to their hearts. But at this moment, the Wangtu tribe was getting weaker and weaker.

As a result, more than a dozen large tribes joined forces and launched an attack on the Wangtu tribe three days ago.

As a result, the Wangtu tribe lived in a disadvantage.

This is an incredible result, but it does.

There are two prerequisites for becoming a large tribe, one is to have a high totem, and the other is to have a sixth-level monk sitting in town.

In other words, the coalition forces have a total of more than ten monks who blend in the realm.

On the other hand, there are only three of the Wangtu tribe, which naturally fall into the disadvantage.

However, if the coalition forces want to break through the Wangtu tribe, it will not be easy. After all, thin camels are larger than horses, and the heritage of top tribes is unimaginable.

As a result, the battle was at a standstill for a while.

However, the moment when the bottom line always runs out will be the death of the Wangtu tribe.

Lingxian arrived at this time.

When he saw the scene in front of him, his brow could not help but frown, but he did not expect that it was such a bad time.

But after thinking about it, he felt it was the right time.

The Wangtu tribe is in crisis. It is the time to seek help. If he can repel the coalition forces, wouldn't he be able to offer conditions?

"Good luck." Ling Xian smiled slightly and turned her eyes to the walls of the Wangtu tribe. This is the first time he has seen a human-style city in Witch God Realm, which makes him regretful that he is indeed a top tribe and it really looks impressive.

But at this moment, the city wall was stained with blood, and it was red, adding a little desolation.

A row of archers stood on the wall, everyone looked dignified, a little sad. Obviously, none of them had much confidence.

If it wasn't for the protection of the clan, I would have lost the fighting spirit long ago.

In the sky, twelve monks in the Daoist period are joining forces to attack and siege three elderly people.

But the battle below fell into one side.

Facing more than a dozen large tribes and the fierce offensive of hundreds of medium-sized tribes, the Wangtu tribe is losing ground and can only shrink into the city for defense.

But this is obviously not a long-term plan. Even if the three old people do not lose, the Wangtu tribe will be broken.

Therefore, all the people of the Wangtu tribe were desperate, and they did not expect that the tribe that had once been infinitely beautiful would fall into such a situation.

"The situation is critical ..." Ling Xian narrowed her eyes, thinking about whether she should take any action.

After a while, he decided to help.

Regardless of whether this kind of grace can get him a place, but at least, it is a kind of grace. Otherwise, once the Wangtu tribe is destroyed, where can he find such a good opportunity?

Therefore, Ling Xian flashed into the sky and laughed loudly, "Friends of the Wangtu tribe, can I help you?"

The words fell, everyone's eyes gathered on him, with dissatisfaction and hope.

"Natural needs, please take your shot. As long as we can solve the immediate danger, my Wangtu tribe will be grateful!"

An old man showed joy, as did the other two.

They knew that their combat power was similar to that of the coalition forces, and no one could do anything about it, but the situation below was urgent. Without foreign aid, the tribe would be broken.

Therefore, they did not care about the origin of Lingxian, and they started asking.

"If necessary, I'll take the shot." Ling Xian smiled slightly and didn't take the opportunity to make conditions. In that case, she seemed to be in danger.

"Boy, I advise you not to worry about it, so as not to lose yourself in." A man sneered, his arms like a dragon, hiding the power of terror.

The others also spoke one after another, in addition to threats, they were joking.

After all, Lingxian looks young and thin, and has no momentum, it is not like the strong.

"I don't want to worry about it, anyway, this matter has to do with me."

Ling Xian shook her head gently, and said, "Let's go, today, you are not destined to break the Wangtu tribe."

"A big breath!"

The man sneered, and the mighty fierce prestige swept across ten squares, and he possessed the strength of the later stage of meditation.

However, it cannot scare Ling Xian.

Although he is only in the middle of Rongdao, his combat power can kill the late monks. Even if he faces the strongest in Rongdao, he also has a fight.

So how can it scare him?

Therefore, Ling Xian is still calm and calm, he glanced at everyone one by one, and said lightly: "Back away, I don't want to use force today."

"Then give me a break, don't want to use force and dare to worry about yourself? Are you the supreme witch god? In a word, you can make all beings afraid?" The man showed his ferocious eyes, and also had a strong sense of irony.

The same is true of the others, except for the coldness, which is mischief.

Seeing this, Ling Xian smiled helplessly, and slowly said something to make the scene silent.

"It seems that I have to use force."