Painting of the Nine Immortals

Ling Xian originally thought that as long as she entered the second ancestral land, she could get rid of the elderly and be temporarily safe. But when he arrived here, he discovered that the crisis had not resolved.

Just because he was late again.

No way, but he came here after a long lap, naturally he missed the time.

At this moment, the sun hangs high and sheds endless rays of light, shining in this rolling mountain range.

I saw a golden portal directly in front of it, and the light flickered with vicissitudes of air, which was the passageway connecting the second ancestral land.

But at this moment, the golden gate is slowly closing, apparently, it is about to close.

This made Ling Xian's heart sink, bitter bitter.

Not only is it impossible to enter the coveted second ancestral land, but also because there are tigers behind, if you ca n’t, you will die!

Therefore, Ling Xian gritted her teeth, and looked at the three old men in front of the golden gate, and shouted, "Slow!"

The words fell, and the three elders raised their brows, all of them looking towards Lingxian.

The leading old man was dressed in a white robe, and the bones were immortal. The momentum was the same as that of the Qinglei tribe.

He glanced at Ling Xian lightly and said, "What are you doing?"

"I am the elder of the Wangtu tribe, and I have a place in the second ancestral land."

Ling Xian arched her hand, and said, "Please ask your predecessors for convenience."

"Too elder?"

There was a flash of surprise in the eyes of the old man in white robes, and the other two old people were also stunned. Obviously, they did not expect such a young Lingxian to be the elder of Wangtu tribe.

"Yes, this is an elder order too." Ling Xian waved his sleeve and threw the token to the white-robed old man.

"It is indeed the elder elder order of the Wangtu tribe."

The old man in white robe checked the token and looked at Ling Xian a little softly, and said, "Although you are late, but since you have a quota, you have the right to enter the second ancestral land. Unreasonable. "

"Let's go, I'll give you a chance. As long as you pass the assessment, I'll let you in."

"What do you think?"

The old man in white robe scratched his beard and turned his eyes to the other two old men.

"It makes sense, I have no opinion."

"I have no problem, as long as he can pass the assessment, it doesn't matter."

The two spoke up in agreement.

This made Ling Xian smile and relieved somewhat.

Although there is still an unknown assessment, it is already a misfortune to have the opportunity to enter.

And at this moment, the old man of Qinglei Tribe also caught up, accompanied by a rage, the weather covered the audience!

"Suffering!"

The words fell, this mountain range was fierce and endless, and even the distant mountains were shattered!

No way, the power of the seventh realm is too terrible. If it hasn't been able to catch up with Ling Xian, he would have been turned into fly ash.

"Oops!"

Ling Xian's heart sank. He could not enter the second ancestor's land at this moment, but the old man had already caught up with him, which naturally made him feel tricky.

"presumptuous!"

The old man in white robe gave a cold drink, and said, "Qing Wuhui, see where this is, this is not a place where you can scatter the wild!"

Hearing that, Qingwu frowned and said, "This son has a deep hatred with me. You better not stop."

"If it is normal, this matter is of course nothing to do with me, but he is a person with a quota, and I have to take care of it." The old man in white robe covered his face with frost, facing each other.

This made Ling Xian relieved.

Listening to the old man in white robes, he would not allow Qing Wuhui to shoot at him, at least not in this place. In this way, he was naturally relieved.

"you!"

Qingwu did not return to anger, but due to the rules and the strength of the white man, he could only press the fire and said, "The hour has passed, that is, he cannot enter the second ancestral land, why can't I do it?"

"You're right, but you forgot, there is a rule."

The old man in white gave a glance at Qing Wuwei and said, "If you are late, it will also give you a chance, as long as you can pass the assessment, you are allowed to enter."

"you!"

Qing did not grit his teeth, but was helpless.

Since the ancient ancestral land of Pangu, the top tribes of Wushen Realm have reached an agreement. One of the rules is what the old man in white said.

If he dares to attack Ling Xian, the old man in white also has the right to hit him, and he thinks that he can't beat the old man in white.

Therefore, he looked at Ling Xian coldly, and said arbitrarily, "Boy, I'll let you live longer!"

Hearing that, Ling Xian smiled.

Not to mention whether he can pass the assessment, at least for now, he doesn't have to worry about Qing Wuhui. As long as he can pass the assessment, the crisis can be lifted.

Right now, he smiled slightly, "Please ask the seniors."

"Not in a hurry, I see that your breath is weak and your mana is empty, so let's adjust your interest for half an hour first." The white man waved.

Hearing that, Ling Xian's heart was slightly warm, and she said, "Thank you."

With that said, he ignored Qi Yan's stern eyes and closed his eyes slowly.

The next moment, the majestic aura emerged from the void, and then poured into his body, nourishing his internal organs and strange veins.

It's all done in an instant. It's no exaggeration to say that, like a giant whale sucking water, it is quite amazing.

Suddenly, a fascination flashed in the eyes of the old man in white, as did the two old men.

It is not surprising to absorb such aura. Even mortals can do it by some means, but it is a bit amazing to absorb such awesome aura instantly like Ling Xian.

Even if they changed a few of them, they couldn't do it!

And this can prove that Lingxian's foundation is extremely solid, otherwise, even if it can absorb the aura quickly, the physical body cannot bear it!

"It has a deep foundation. It seems that this son is a party of heaven."

"It's no wonder that with the cultivation of the sixth realm, you can become the elder of the king and the tribe. It turned out to be a promising Tianjiao."

"I just don't know if this son can compare with those evil spirits in the realm of witch gods."

"I'll know when I try."

Several people spoke, and their words were full of admiration and curiosity for Ling Xian.

This made Qingwu look more and more gloomy, but he had no choice but to pray that Lingxian could not pass the assessment.

For the reaction of several people, Ling Xian was completely unaware.

He raced against time, seizing the time to absorb the aura, nourishing himself.

In this way, time passed little by little.

After half an hour, Ling Xian slowly opened her eyes, two flashes of light, apparently has returned to its peak state.

"Good."

The old man in white looked at Ling Xian with a smile, showing a little appreciation, saying: "The assessment is very simple, and it can be blocked by his full blow."

Then, he turned his eyes to the old man in black on the left.

Ling Xian also followed the past, and saw that this person was heavy and condensed, standing like a mountain, quite impressive.

However, he had no pressure at all.

This is because this person is a monk at the pinnacle of Taoism. If he changed, Lingxian would naturally have no way to stop this person.

But nowadays, naturally it doesn't matter.

Therefore, Lingxian's mouth raised, and the white robe danced slowly, slowly spitting out a word.

"please."