Painting of the Nine Immortals

In the hall, several masters nodded and nodded, willing to help each other.

The importance of fairy wares to the universe is self-evident, but anyone who knows an alien will want to repair it.

What's more, in this era of not seeing the true immortals, it is undoubtedly a great glory to have the opportunity to repair the immortals.

"Ling Xiaoyou said that only the power of the origin can repair the spirit of the immortal."

At the moment, four people took a step back, which is self-evident.

"Six people are enough." The master of the Temple of the Craftsman smiled. According to Ling Xian, five people were enough to revive the spirit of Zhen Shiding.

"I have more important tasks."

"If the power of the source is a medicinal material, then what I have to do is to use medicine. Only by combining the two can we restore the spirit of Zhen Shiding."

"Five people is enough, just to get up to the twelve-point spirit, there must be no slackness."

Ling Xian warned that it is impossible to revive Zhen Shiding's spirit only by the power of the source, and it is necessary to add a magical decision to awaken the spirit of the fairy.

This law is the most important part, and Qi Xian has taught him.

"I understand." The master of the Temple of Master Craftsmanship said, "Please, my friend."

"give it to me."

Ling Xianzheng emphasized that the immortal is too important for the universe, and he is incumbent on him if he has the ability to restore it.

"Okay, let's get started."

The master of the temple of the artisans waved his sleeves, and sent the masters such as women in red clothes out of the hall with soft power, and then raised his hands to seal the seal.

"Extreme soldier ..."

Ling Xianxing glanced at her, knowing that the three Supreme Soldiers complemented each other, and even if the two Supremes joined forces, they could not please.

Therefore, he put his heart down, flipped his fingers up and down, and finally formed an odd seal.

Suddenly, the mysterious power gathered at his fingertips, ready to go.

This is the seal of the immortal passed to him, and it is the key to reviving the spirit of the immortal. Without this method, one hundred masters who have realized the power of the origin cannot repair the spirit of the immortal.

"Let's start too."

The master of the Temple of the Master of the Craftsman made a big wave, and the power of the origin of the instrument emerged, and landed on the town's immortal tripod.

At the same time, four great masters such as Ning Fengyu also united the power of the roots, and will be covered in darkness by the towns.

However, it did not cause any movement, just like the mud entering the sea without any ripples.

This caused the Lord of the Craftsman Temple to frown slightly, looking at Lingxian.

"Not that there is no effect, but that the effect is minimal."

"So you don't feel anything, and it takes half a month to say less to see results."

Ling Xian's expression was dignified, the strange mighty power was condensed without waiting, waiting for the critical moment.

"I see." The brow of the Lord of the Craftsman's Hall opened his eyebrows, calm and focused.

The same is true of the other great masters.

Time passed quietly, and half a month later, Zhenshi Xianding finally changed.

There is no magic light and no rhyme, but there is a touch of spirituality, just like the finishing touch, and lived in an instant.

This refreshed the spirits of everyone present, knowing that the effect had already been achieved. As long as they persisted, it would be possible to awaken the spirit of the fairy!

At that time, the town's Xianding will gradually recover, and one day, it will be able to return to its heyday!

"Ling Xiaoyou's method really works." The Lord of the Master Craftsman smiled, and there was no doubt about looking at Ling Xian.

Just then, an accident happened.

An elderly white man suddenly coughed up blood and could no longer release the power of origin.

Suddenly, the spirituality of Zhen Shi Xian Ding weakened a little, looming, if not.

This changed the face of the audience, one was that the elderly in white suddenly coughed up blood, and the other was that the power of the source was interrupted, and it was likely that the previous efforts were lost.

Everyone has no choice.

The Lord of the Craftsman Temple and others have tried their best, and the rest have not realized the power of the source and cannot help.

At the very beginning of the battle, Ling Xian stepped forward, condensed the strange seals in one hand, and released the power of the original one hand, stabilizing the spirituality of Zhen Shi Xian Ding.

"Thank you little friends." The Lord of the Master Craftsman sighed with relief, as did the old man in white.

It was hard to see hope. If he failed, he would be a sinner.

At the moment, he arched his hand towards Ling Xian as a token of thanks.

Xu Shi was involved in the injury. The old man was spraying blood, dyed red and white, and shocked.

"Brother, are you ... blindly hurt?" The Lord of the Artisan Temple frowned.

"The dark injury many years ago, I didn't expect it would erupt today." The old man in white looked dim, his face full of guilt.

The outbreak of dark injuries over the years has made him extremely weak, and it can even be said that his life is on the line. In this case, he cannot continue to shoot.

Without him, he can't make up enough five people, so how can the old man be guilty?

"Dao Brother heals the wound first, his life matters." The Lord of the Master Craftsman sighed, never expecting such a terrible accident.

"Sorry, I ..." The old man felt guilty.

"It's not your fault, it can only be said to be a coincidence." The Lord of the Craftsman's House comforted: "Brother Tao can rest assured.

Hearing the words, the old man in white sighed and stopped talking.

"Little friend, what do you do now? Continue or ... give up?"

The Lord of the Craftsman's Hall shifted his eyes to Lingxian, waiting for his idea.

The same goes for the rest.

Unknowingly, Ling Xian has become their backbone, at least he has the absolute right to speak in the matter of repairing the town of Dingling.

"I forgot to say that once the spirit of Zhenshi Xianding is alarmed, it must be fully awakened, otherwise it will only aggravate its injury."

"After all, it's already weak, just like a dying person, if you say one more word, you will lose a little energy."

Ling Xian sighed, very helpless.

Originally, he was very stable, because the task of the Lord of the Master Craftsman's Hall and others was very simple, and he only needed to release the power of the source endlessly.

Unexpectedly, the sudden injury of the elderly in white suddenly broke out, making the situation a dilemma.

"Oops."

The mind of the Lord of the Craftsman Temple sank. Although it was not absolute, Ling Xian had already made it clear. If the spirit of Xian Ding could not be awakened this time, the hope would be even more slim next time.

"Well, all blame me."

The old man in white became more guilty and said, "If I'm more careful, it won't cause a difficult situation to ride a tiger."

"Now it's meaningless to say these things. Fortunately, we still have five people, enough to revive the spirit of Xianding, just ..." Ling Xian sighed softly and did not continue.

But what he wanted to say was known to everyone present.

Coupled with Ling Xian's words, it is indeed enough for five people, but he has more important tasks, that is the key to whether the spirit of Xian Ding can be restored!

"I'm coming." Shen Sheng, the master of the Temple of the Craftsman, began to speak, and Ning Fengyu and others also spoke, willing to bear the responsibility of two people alone.

"Don't fight, neither of you."

"There must be five great masters doing their best to resurrect the spirit of Xianding. One person is not enough."

"That said, it can only be me."

Ling Xian sighed softly, her eyes turned firm.