Painting of the Nine Immortals

On the hall, Ling Xian sighed, her eyes turned firm.

The dark wound of the white man broke out, making the good situation difficult to ride a tiger. Only when he shot, there was a glimmer of hope.

"Little friend ..."

The Temple of the Craftsman advocated opening his mouth, and in the end, it only turned into a sigh.

The same is true of Ning Fengfeng and others.

They are all masters of Taoism. How can they not understand that they must have five people? The reason for scrambling to shoulder the responsibilities of two people is because they don't want Lingxian to shoot.

He not only needs to consolidate the seal of the law, but also to release the power of the origin. Both of them need a high concentration of spirit, which is a huge test for any soul.

"Don't say it, I can only carry this burden."

Ling Xian sighed softly, and silenced the Lord of the Artisan Hall and others.

For a while, the hall was quiet, and after a long while, the Lord of the Master Craftsman's Hall opened his mouth and broke the peace.

"Little friend, this is too difficult, otherwise ... give up."

Upon hearing this, Ning Fengyu and others also spoke one after another and persuaded Ling Xian to give up.

"I said, if the spirit of Xianding cannot be awakened this time, it will aggravate its injury and it will be difficult to wake it up."

Ling Xianmu looked around the audience, Shen said: "We only have this one chance, fight together, at least there is hope."

"But, the load on you is too great, I'm afraid of you ..." The Lord of the Master Craftsman sighed and stopped talking.

This is not a simple dual purpose, nor is it something that can be ended within a few breaths. Whether it is to consolidate the seal or release the power of the source, it requires a high degree of concentration and must be maintained for a long time.

If you make mistakes, not only will you fail, but you will also be hit hard.

"Don't say it, we have no way back."

Ling Xian sighed, he knew how hard it was to consolidate the seals of the law and release the power of the origin, but even if it was as difficult as possible, he had to shoot!

Otherwise, there is really no hope.

"Since you're done, I won't say much."

The Lord of the Artisan Temple sighed and said, "Let ’s give it a go. Don't be under pressure. If you fail, no one will blame you."

"Even if you don't fight before you fight, will the Lord have no confidence in me?"

Ling Xian smiled faintly, looking at the gas and mountains, showing the spiritual town Shiding, saying: "We will succeed, we must!"

As he said, he narrowed his smile and said, "Concentrate, we have no retreat."

It was said that the expressions of the several great masters were all dignified. They were all immersed in their hearts and went all out. Ling Xian is even more so.

Whether it is to consolidate the seal of India or release the power of the origin, he needs to be highly concentrated and not tolerate half-slack.

As a result, he was under pressure, but he turned it into motivation.

One day, the universe will face war. At that time, the fairy is an indispensable combat force, and may not play a decisive role, but it is better than none.

Therefore, Lingxian has a firm conviction and vowed to revive the spirit of Xianding!

boom!

The power of the roots emerged, and the endless stream fell on the town of Shiding. The five masters of Taoism made every effort to repair the spirit of Xianding.

In the beginning, Lingxian looked as usual and stable as Mount Tai.

However, with the passage of time, his face paled a little, and after ten days, he was even more top-heavy and almost fainted.

This worries the Lord of the Craftsman Temple and others, but is helpless.

Fortunately, Ling Xian persisted.

Despite the shakyness, his sealed hands were rock-solid, without trembling.

This moved everyone present and asked themselves, if they were changed, I'm afraid they would not be able to hold on for a long time.

"So strong belief ..."

The Lord of the Craftsman Temple said with emotion, "Little friend, if you can't hold on, even if you give up, your body will matter."

"It's been so hard to come to this point, how can we give up?" Ling Xianqiang laughed, and his faith remained unchanged.

His left hand was imprinted, and the mysterious power was condensed without sending out. The right hand released the power of the origin and warmed the spirit of the fairy tripod.

Time passed little by little. Seven days later, Ling Xian became weaker and weaker.

However, his hands were still solid, as if rooted in the air, unshakable.

Such a firm will impress everyone on the scene, and they are more or less admired.

Even the Lord of the Craftsman's Palace, admiration appeared in his heart.

He looked at Ling Xian, who was difficult to stand on, but never fell, and his expression was firm.

The same is true of the other three great masters.

Ling Xian's spirit infected them, making their hearts firmer than ever.

Three days later, Ling Xian's consciousness began to dissipate. The reason why it hadn't fallen was that a conviction was supporting him.

But how long can it last?

An hour? Or two hours?

Everyone doesn't know, but they know that Ling Xian can stick to this step, it is quite incredible, and it would be impossible for any of them to change.

"Coming soon, I can feel that Zhending's spirit is waking up!"

The eyes of the master of the artisan hall were bright and inspiring.

The same is true of the rest. At the moment, they are doing everything they can to motivate the source.

"Finally wait ..."

Ling Xian smiled, and the mysterious power gathered in the left hand burst out suddenly.

Only when this method is performed at the last moment can the spirit of the fairy awaken. This is the last moment.

Therefore, Ling Xian played a long and mysterious power to complete the last step.

boom!

The immortal dazzling light of the town's immortality is as bright as a round of sun, shining for nine days, dazzling.

At the same time, the majestic divine power swept through the eight wastelands, as if the immortal king was approaching, letting the people at the scene twitch blood and retreat.

Even the Lord of the Craftsman Temple is no exception.

You know, except Lingxian, they are all ninth-level powers, but they can't resist this momentum. You can imagine how powerful this power is.

"Wake up, Zhending's spirit is awake!"

The Lord of the God Carpenter's Palace wept with joy and joy. In order to repair the spirit of Zhen Shiding, the Lord of the Carpenter's Temple put in too much effort. Every generation of leaders took the restoration of Zhen Shiding as their life goal.

Unfortunately, tens of thousands of years have passed, and even a hint of hope cannot be seen.

Right now, Zhen Shiding's spirit awakened in his hands, which naturally made him excited to tears.

The other great masters were also excited. Although not as exaggerated as the Lord of the Craftsman Temple, they were also ecstatic.

"Successful ..."

Looking at the blackened diners that swallowed the sky, Ling Xian's mouth raised, revealing a smile of ease and joy.

After that, he felt that the sky was spinning and fell into a severe coma.

As early as three days ago, Ling Xian was already very weak. The reason why he can persist to this day is that he is supported by faith.

Right now, Zhen Shiding's spirit is awakening, so that his tense spirit can be relaxed. Naturally, it is harder to persist.

"Ling Xiaoyou!"

Seeing Lingxian fall to the ground, the Lord of the Master Craftsman Hall was overwhelmed, and suddenly disappeared because of the joy of the town's spirit.

At the moment, the Lord of the Craftsman Temple came to Ling Xian for the first time and saw that he was still breathing, and could not help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"Fortunately, although weak, at least alive."

The master of the Temple of Gods sighed with relief, looking at Ling Xian's pale face, and said, "You are the greatest contributor to the recovery of the world's spirit. If you lose your life, I will be ashamed for life."

Then, he lifted Lingxian with mana and flew towards Houshan.

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The third chapter may take a long time to write out. Dear friends, don't wait, read it tomorrow morning.