Painting of the Nine Immortals

Evening breeze, night is like ink.

On the top of the mountain, the soul looked dignified, and there was a look of anxiety between the eyebrows.

This caused Ling Xian to frown slightly, and said, "A visit late at night, presumably, something important happened."

"My son guessed well."

With all his heart in mind, Zheng cautiously said, "I have two bad news. I hope my son will be mentally prepared."

Hearing that, Ling Xian frowned deeper and said, "You say."

"Just three days ago, the Thunder Crest took action."

The soul was full of anxiety, and said, "According to the spies, this tribe sent a total of twelve messengers to each of the twelve top tribes."

Hearing that Ling Xian's heart sank, and her expression sank.

I also knew with my toes, that this move of Qinglei Tribe must be intended to unite and kill him. After all, his presence is a threat. He doesn't die, and most people are sleepless.

In other words, the war is about to begin.

"It seems that they are going to do it." Ling Xian murmured, frowning tightly.

"Although it is currently uncertain, but ninety-nine percent are intended to do something with the son of the ancestor and witch." The soul was careful.

"You don't need to doubt this."

Ling Xian sighed softly, "You just said, how many messengers did the Qinglei Tribe send?"

"twelve."

"Apart from those hidden tribes, there are 20 top tribes in the entire Witch God Realm, and there are seven tribes on our side."

"The remaining tribes, Qinglei tribe sent messengers."

The soul was full of worries, especially the thought that these twelve forces might have promised, the worries on his face became more intense.

The same is true of Lingxian.

If all twelve forces have promised, plus the Qinglei tribe, it means that he will face thirteen top tribes.

It is no exaggeration to say that this is no different from the previous domain!

With Ling Xian's current strength, let alone 13 top tribes, even if there is one, he has no resistance.

Fortunately, he is not alone at the moment, at least, there are seven top tribes on his side.

It's just that compared to the top 13 forces, it will undoubtedly look a lot weaker.

At the moment, Ling Xian turned her gaze to the soul, Shen said, "Apart from the seven tribes loyal to the ancestors, are there no other tribes?"

"No, if there are, there will not be only seven people who rushed to save you that day."

"However, there may be some casual repairs, like a lone sword."

"Although he was not a member of my soul empty tribe, he grew up in the soul empty tribe since he was a child, so he will be loyal to the ancestral witch."

"There may be a lot of casual repairs like him, but there is no way to bring them together."

Soul shook his head with a bitter smile, and he also felt that his strength was a bit weak.

"In other words, the worst plan is that we will fight against the top 13 forces with seven top tribes."

Ling Xian sighed softly, and suddenly thought of another identity, murmured: "No, the worst plan should be the twelve forces, and the Wangtu tribe should not target me."

Hearing the words, the soul was a little stunned, his eyes confused.

"How to say, I also have great gratitude to the Wangtu tribe, and they are too elders and should not deal with me." Ling Xian smiled lightly.

"Too elder?"

The soul was completely stunned, but Ling Xian still had such an identity. But soon, he thought of the cause and effect, saying: "It turned out that Wang Tu tribe returned to its peak, it is your credit to the son."

"Can't say exactly yes."

Ling Xian waved her hand and said, "But with this kind of affection, the Wangtu tribe should not forget the ungratefulness."

"Yes, it would be too shameful if Wang Tu tribe favors revenge."

Soul nodded his head and said, "The worst result would be the twelve top forces."

"Yes, it's just that although we are missing a family, we are still in a disadvantage." Ling Xian sighed slightly, which was tricky.

But the matter was a foregone conclusion, and sadness was useless. At the moment, he asked, "What about the second news?"

Hearing that, the soul changed slightly, and looked at Ling Xian carefully.

This made Ling Xian suspicious, saying: "If you have something to say, I won't blame you."

"Dare to ask my son, are you old with the Ancient Fire Tribe?" Soul hesitated.

"Yes, I chased the ancient fire tribe for a while, it was kind to me."

Ling Xian nodded gently, and suddenly realized what, her expression changed suddenly: "Didn't it happen, someone did something to the ancient fire tribe?"

"Yes, just seven days ago, Qinglei Tribe sent Taishang Elder Qing Wuhui to destroy the ancient fire tribe."

"Of course, there were no casualties, just the resident was ruined."

"But those people have been brought back to the Qinglei Tribe. The current situation is unknown."

"As far as I can guess, the Thunder Thunder tribe should intend to use this to bully you."

The soul spoke one after another, and every time he said something, Ling Xian's complexion was gloomy. In the end, it was already angry and mad!

If he was just a little angry before, then at this moment, he is undoubtedly really angry.

At the same time, he was filled with self-blame.

The Guhuo tribe did not have the slightest problem in this matter, and was completely innocent, but because of his relationship, he was taken hostage by the Qinglei tribe. How can he not feel guilty?

How can we not be angry?

"Damn, the top tribes have done such a mean thing!"

Ling Xian was burning in anger, and could not wait to kill Qinglei Tribe immediately and rescue the people of the ancient fire tribe.

However, he also knows that Qinglei Tribe's move is to show him better than him. If he rushes forward, let alone save people, he has to get in.

Therefore, Lingxian forced herself to calm down and suppress the anger temporarily.

This made the soul flash a look of surprise in his eyes, and Ling Xian was so calm that he recovered.

Originally, he planned to persuade, but at this moment, it is obviously unnecessary.

"I want to know how many people in the Guhuo tribe are alive."

Ling Xian's expression was calm, she looked hopeless and sad, but deep in her eyes, she was beating with anger.

He wouldn't be so angry if Qinglei's tribe was upright and shot him directly. But this move of Qinglei Tribe undoubtedly touched his bottom line!

"There is no specific number, but according to the report of the spy, no corpse was found at the resident of the ancient fire tribe." Soul answered.

This made Ling Xian relieved somewhat. Although the situation is not optimistic, as long as he is alive, there is hope.

"I don't know what you're going to do?" Soul asked tentatively.

"Maintaining the status quo."

Slowly spit out a word, Lingxian stared at the night sky, staring intently.

Obviously, Qinglei Tribe's move is to coerce him. In this case, it will not be inactive.

So wait for peace of mind.

"Qinglei Tribe, this time, we are endless."

Ling Xian murmured to himself, the moment his voice landed, Rao used the soul to practice the seventh realm, and also shivered.