Painting of the Nine Immortals

Ancient trees are towering and flourishing.

Hundreds of figures were hidden in the forest, men, women and children alike, all with blood stains on their clothes and pale faces.

Especially a white-haired old man is weak and dying, and is on the verge of death.

"Are only more than a hundred people alive ..."

Ling Xian sighed gently. An ancient city that has been passed down for 10,000 years has a population of at least one million people, but only a hundred people survived.

"Yes, only these people are left."

Han Li sighed and walked to the oldest white-haired old man who was most injured, concerned: "Grandpa, are you okay?"

"Cough, I can't die."

The white-haired old man coughed violently, a little bit of redness, and was shocking.

"You can't die now, but it won't be long before you die."

Ling Xian's eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, and she saw that there was an overbearing force in the white-haired old man, which was constantly destroying his body.

If they are not expelled, the elderly will die out for up to a day.

"This is it?" The white-haired old man looked at Ling Xian.

"It doesn't matter who I am, what's important is that I can save you."

Ling Xian chuckled, this overbearing power stems from Supreme Heavenly Power, which means that Heavenly Power can drive it out.

"Save me?" The old man refreshed, and so did Han Li.

However, there are some doubts.

They have tried too many methods, but they have never been able to dispel that overbearing force. Naturally, it is hard to believe.

"If you believe in me, be happy, don't resist, you can't resist it."

"Otherwise, not only will you die, I will also be seriously injured."

Ling Xian converged to smile. When he removed the strange power for Mei Yanrou at first, the woman was in a coma, so there was no need to remind him.

The old man is sober. If he does not warn, not only will he fail, but Ling Xian will also be in danger.

"To be honest, I don't believe much."

"One is that you are unfamiliar, and the other is that I have tried many methods and I have never been expelled."

"However, I am a mortal person. Let the dead horse be the living horse doctor."

The old man coughed violently, blood shed, half red and half black.

"Grandpa ..."

Han Liqiao changed her face and turned her eyes to Ling Xian, saying, "Can you really drive out that overbearing force?"

"No matter how hard you are, Da Luo Zhenxian will be back to heaven."

Ling Xian glanced at Han Li a little, the famine of Honghuang was in operation, and nine ancient characters appeared.

The golden light shone, the traces spread across the sky, and the magical power poured into the white-haired old man, entangled with that power.

"This is ... the power of Tian Gong!"

The old man shook and was ecstatic.

He knows that the strength in his body originates from Tiangong, and he knows that only Tiangong can drive him away.

Therefore, when it was determined that the nine ancient characters were the power of Tiangong, the old man naturally fell into ecstasy.

"To shut up."

Ling Xian's eyebrows frowned, so that the old man was stunned, but he shut up obediently and did not dare to say any more.

Han Li did not dare to speak, for fear of disturbing Ling Xian.

"It's overbearing Tiangong."

Feeling the strength of that power, Ling Xianxing's eyes narrowed, and he knew that this method was good, and the people who practiced it were also extremely powerful.

Fortunately, this is only a force, and it is not difficult to get rid of it. If it is all, he cannot get rid of it.

At the moment, Lingxian was fully engaged in the flood and heavenly power, and the golden light shone, suppressing that power.

After half an hour, this power completely disappeared, making the old man overjoyed.

Although he is still weak, without this strength, he will gradually improve and return to the heyday.

This can be said to have escaped from the dead, and naturally made him ecstatic.

The same is true of the cold.

She gave a deep salute towards Ling Xian and said from her lungs, "Thank you son."

"You're welcome, I saved him just for the bigger picture."

Ling Xian waved his hand. The old man was a monk in the later period of extraordinary circumstances. This person is very important when the enemy is strong and we are weak.

"Dare to ask my son, but you have Tiangong?" Han Li hesitated.

"Yes, the strength of your second uncle comes from Tiangong. Only Tiangong can drive it out." Ling Xian smiled lightly.

"It really is Tiangong."

Han Liyan was envious, so was the old man.

Tiangong is the supreme treasure, rare in the world, even if it is a cold family that has been passed down for ten thousand years.

"Although you dispelled that power, your injuries are still serious."

Ling Xian groaned and said, "Well, help people to the end, send the Buddha to the west, and help you again."

After speaking, he was in a state of mind, a golden and bright Bao Dan emerged, the fragrance overflowed, refreshing.

Later, Jin Dan split into two halves, half of which entered the body of the white-haired old man, and half became the essence, which was sprinkled to everyone.

Suddenly, everyone's face turned rosy and their breath was no longer weak.

Especially the elderly with white hair are more radiant and energetic.

It can be seen that how good this Jindan's healing power is, it is definitely a valuable treasure.

"Do n’t say thank you, if your son asks, you can speak at any time, I have nothing to say."

The old man bowed deeply towards Ling Xian, with heartfelt thanks.

Everyone at the scene rose to salute as a token of gratitude.

With Lingxian's Healing Baodan, their injuries have improved for a few minutes, or they will recover as before.

"You don't need to be polite. Your injury is more than half. The rest will depend on time to rest."

Ling Xian smiled and waved. He saved this person for the sake of the big picture, not for the return.

Then he smiled and said, "What is your plan?"

"intend?"

The old man shook his head and smiled bitterly, and said, "What plans can we have? We all want to slay the demon outside the territory, but the gap is too big, maybe not at all."

Hearing that, Ling Xian was silent.

The gap is indeed too big, and it is not an exaggeration to use the difference between clouds and mud. Even if he is added, there is no hope.

"The demon outside the region has blocked this mountain. Except for hiding in the battlefield, they can only fight to the end."

Han Li sighed and said, "It's impossible to leave safely."

"We won't go! Even if I die, I will pull an extra-terrestrial demon back!"

"Yes, we want revenge on those who died!"

"Instead of living, it is better to fight fiercely and kill yourself!"

Everyone spoke, unwilling to live.

"You guys, I understand your mood, but the gap is too big. If you fight hard, you will only lose your life."

Ling Xian said in a deep voice, looking away from the cold, saying, "I decided to take the form of guerrilla and consume the power of the demon outside the region. What do you think?"

"How do you guerrilla?" Han Lixiu frowned slightly.

"I set a trap, you go to lead the extraterrestrial demons, remember, you can't lead extraterrestrial demons beyond the middle of the eighth realm." Ling Xian Shen said.

"Okay, I'm in charge of the extraterrestrial demons, and Grandpa is responsible for beheading them."

Han Li Zheng Jianjian head, thinking that Lingxian meant to let the elderly take the shot.

Because in her eyes, Ling Xian is not strong.

"Is he responsible ... okay."

Ling Xian smiled slightly and said, "Let's heal the wound first, and then act after the wound is healed."

After that, he jumped up to the tree crown and closed his eyes.

"If only the mysterious strongman would take the shot ..."

Han Li murmured, stopped talking and waited.