Painting of the Nine Immortals

"The son of the ancestral witch is polite, it is my duty to guard you, no thanks."

"Yeah, if you salute, it's a shame for me to wait."

"Yes, the son of the ancestral witch is respected. Even if it is better than the twelve witch gods, I don't want to give it more. I'll wait, but I can't afford you to worship.

Animal skin elders and others have spoken from the heart, without any falsehood.

In front of them, Lingxian's strength is naturally insignificant, at best it can only be regarded as an extremely good junior. But his identity had to make them take it seriously.

It is no exaggeration to say that the sons of the ancestors have the same status as the twelve deities, especially in the hearts of those who are faithful to them, second only to the ancestors!

In this case, how many people dare to worship him?

"Also." Ling Xian smiled helplessly, but did not expect her status to be so high.

No less than the twelve witch gods, how much glory is this? !!

"I waited for the rescue to come late, so that the son of the ancestor and witch scared you." The old animal skin sighed softly, thinking of Ling Xian falling because of his late arrival, he was still worried.

The same is true of the others.

For those who are faithful to their faith, Lingxian is a guardian of death. Even if he is no longer a device, he must not let him fall.

"My predecessors are polite. I am grateful that you can come. Besides, I am not so good at standing like this?" Ling Xian smiled slightly.

"Haha, what the sons of the ancestors said!"

The old animal skin laughed heartily, suddenly patted his head, and blamed himself: "Look at my head, you have forgotten that you were seriously injured and urgently need treatment."

The words fell, and several of them were discolored. They hurriedly took the healing treasure from the storage bag and handed it to Ling Xian.

There are rare divine medicines, and even Liancheng Baodan, without exception, are rare healing treasures.

In this regard, Ling Xian did not refuse.

One is that the injury is too severe and urgent treatment is needed, and the other is that the kindness is already owed and I don't care about more.

Therefore, he took the healing treasures handed over by several people, and swallowed all his brain.

This makes several people discolored, because their things are big supplements. If they are taken together and they are not strong enough, they will definitely be burst.

At the moment, several people wanted to stop Ling Xian.

However, it was blocked by the old animal skin. He stared at Ling Xian tightly, showing a bit of anticipation.

Seeing this, several people knew that he wanted to take the opportunity to see if Ling Xian's physique was strong. However, they are still a bit worried, and they are all waiting to prevent accidents.

What pleased them was that Ling Xian wasn't said to be exploded, not even a trace of instability.

No way, his physique is not covered. If only the physical body is used, even a royal monster of the same level may not be able to regret him.

Therefore, Lingxian easily refined six treasures for healing, and the wounds recovered at a speed that was visible to the naked eye.

"A strong physical body, a deep foundation!"

"That's right, this kind of flesh has become perfect."

"It is indeed the son of the ancestor and witch, and it is truly extraordinary, much stronger than I was then."

Animal skin elders and others have spoken with joy and shock.

After half an hour like this, Ling Xian refined most of the six healing treasures, and the breath became stable, and he was no longer dying. As for the remaining injuries, they can't be recovered in a short time. They can only be recuperated slowly over time.

"call…"

Ling Xian exhaled a long spit, and Xingmu recovered a little glory.

Seeing this, several old monsters let down their hearts, but the next moment, their brows frowned.

"These people dared to take action against the sons of the ancestors and witches. They were definitely not their own ideas. They must have won the approval of the tribe.

"That's right, that is to say, there are at least five tribes who don't want the sons of the ancestors to live."

"That's for sure, and more than five top tribes."

Several people started talking, and there was a touch of worry in the eyebrows.

The same is true of Lingxian.

There is no doubt that the identity of the ancestor witch is a **** of nature, and even without the hegemony of witch **** realm, he can provide him with too much convenience. But at the same time, this is also an unprecedented crisis.

Most tribes don't want to be crushed by others, so it is imperative to kill him!

"I hope they know each other a little bit, otherwise, I must destroy those tribes!" The old skin of the animal skin looked stern, arrogant and powerful.

"Haha, yes, although I haven't lived for a century, but I want to come, those old monsters will not forget my reputation."

"If they knew each other, it would be the result of great joy, but we also need to be prepared just in case."

"Yeah, the son of the ancestral witch cannot be lost."

Several people discussed the countermeasures, but after thinking about it, there was only one way, which was to keep changing.

Of course, this is in the case that Ling Xian does not have the heart of chasing the demon witch **** realm. If he wants to become the king of the witch **** realm, then he must take the initiative to attack.

Therefore, the old animal skin turned his eyes to Lingxian and said in a deep voice, "I still ask the son of the ancestor and witch to state clearly, can I have the heart of chasing the demon witch **** realm?"

"No, at least temporarily."

Ling Xian replied earnestly, he has always been alone and idle. Moreover, what he pursues is invincibility, and he has no interest in King's Land.

"Nothing ..."

The old skin of the animal skin was dimmed, and so were the others. However, this is Lingxian's decision, and they are naturally difficult to refute.

"Well, it's good to have no heart to fight, so that the top tribes will not come to commit crimes."

The old animal skin smiled and sincerely invited: "Come to my soul empty tribe. With me, the son of the ancestor and witch need not worry about security."

"Don't listen to him, come to my Aoki tribe, where the mountains and rivers are beautiful, and the spirit is strong, it is the best place to practice." The old man with a long eyebrow smiled.

The others also spoke, inviting Lingxian to come from their home tribe.

This made Lingxian difficult and didn't know how to choose.

"Don't fight, just let the sons of the ancestors go to the spirit empty tribe."

Golden Snake's mother-in-law said: "One is the strength of the old monsters, and the other is the overall strength of the soul empty tribe.

It was said that although everyone was unwilling, they could only nod in agreement.

This made the old animal hide smile, and said, "I don't know what the son of the ancestor and witch wanted?"

"I have no opinion."

Ling Xian waved her hand with a smile, and said, "But can you change my name for me, always the son of the ancestor and the ancestor, it sounds awkward."

After speaking, he turned his eyes to the crowd, hoping that they could say a normal title.

But when the old animal skin old man spoke, he looked frozen and smiled bitterly.

"Then it's called Wang. Anyway, you are the decent king of Witch God's domain name."

The old animal skin laughed and got the consensus of everyone.

This made Ling Xian smile with a bitter smile. The title of Wang can be more powerful than the son of the ancestral witch, but also more awkward.

"Haha, no more, just match your friends for the time being." The old animal skin laughed heartily, then waved his sleeves, and two auspicious clouds appeared at the feet of himself and Lingxian.

"Let's go, back to the soul empty tribe."