Painting of the Nine Immortals

On the death star, Ling Xian smiled, quite happy.

Not only because he didn't waste much effort, he achieved brilliant results, but also because he kept a hand and did not let the big team completely collapse.

In other words, he can use this to gather the dead air into a treasure.

Of course, it can't be like a black light ball, with unlimited potential and invincible in the same order.

However, it is certain that once it is refined, it can definitely threaten the ninth-level powerhouse!

"Time is running out, hurry up."

Ling Xian converged to smile, raised her hand to show the pattern, spurred the broken array.

Suddenly, this array played Yu Wei, although weak, but also gathered some lifelessness.

After that, the dead air condenses into a light ball, and after a few breaths, it is completely formed.

On the one hand, there is not much lifelessness, on the other hand, Lingxian arrays his skills to master God.

Changing to another person, even if you keep your hand, you can't let the remnants develop their power, let alone make the dead gas into a treasure within a few minutes.

"strong force…"

Looking at the dark ball of light, Ling Xianxing's eyes narrowed and he felt a little nervous.

At the same time, it was quite satisfactory.

Although this treasure has only 1% of the power of the true light ball and can only be used once, it is also quite powerful. If used properly, it can definitely threaten the ninth-level powerhouse.

"This trip is worthwhile."

Ling Xian smiled slightly. He came here for the inheritance of the Master of the Spirit. Although it was not obtained, it was enough to weaken the strength of the Sacred Sect.

What's more, he got another killer that could threaten the ninth-level powerhouse, which naturally satisfied him.

At present, Ling Xian took the ball of light into his bag, then Shenyi broke through and left quickly.

Soon, he left Death Star and was completely safe.

After that, Ling Xian took out the star boat and flew towards the moon.

This trip can be said to be full of returning, let alone say, just to embark on the road of endless law, is an amazing gain.

Even an invincible sacred ancestor who does not destroy the true immortal may not have such an opportunity.

Therefore, Ling Xian was very satisfied and planned to return to Chaos College for introspection.

At this moment, the sound of Lian Cangqiang suddenly sounded, letting him slightly stunned, and then the star eyes lit up.

Because, the eighth true immortal was awake.

Several immortals in the Nine Immortals map, one fierce and one fierce, are all immortal great figures in Qing history.

A few years ago, Ling Xian was expecting the eighth fairy to wake up, and now he finally woke up, naturally he was looking forward to it.

At the moment, he moved into the nine immortals.

After that, Ling Xian was stuck in place.

The reason is that the ever-changing Jiuxian map has undergone earth-shaking changes. It was originally a beautiful scenery and beautiful scenery, but at this moment it is thousands of miles and red, a desolate place.

If you are not sure that the Nine Immortals will not happen, Lingxian will think that it is not the immortal king who took the shot and destroyed this small world.

"How about Yanghun Mountain? How many immortals?"

Ling Xian's brows frowned, and she could not see the majestic Yangshun Mountain, nor could she see the floating fairies of several immortals.

"The Nine Immortals can't happen. If you want to come, it should be a fantasy."

"Master said, the eighth true immortal will test me. Is this the test?"

Ling Xianxing's eyes narrowed, and he knew that this was mostly the test that the eighth immortal gave him, but he couldn't guess the specific test.

"Don't guess, just wait patiently."

Ling Xian smiled lightly, then closed her eyes and waited patiently.

This is three years.

The Nine Immortals are still thousands of miles away, a desolate place, let alone a test, not even a personal image.

"Can it be a test of my patience?" Ling Xian frowned slightly with impatience.

He doesn't lack patience. If nothing happens, he can wait for three hundred years, but at this moment, the universe is facing a huge threat. How can he waste time here?

"Well, wait a minute."

Ling Xian sighed, immersed in mind, and focused on cultivation.

In the blink of an eye, it was another three years, and there was no change in the Nine Immortals map, which made Ling Xian more anxious.

The Five Elements Seal can still hold up to forty years. How many six years can he waste?

"What is the eighth fairy trying to test? Is it really patience?"

Ling Xian shook her head and smiled bitterly. For the monk, patience is very important. If there is no threat from an alien ancestor, he doesn't mind waiting to the end.

However, when the alien ancestor was born, how could he waste time?

At this moment, Lingxian stood up and arched her hand into the void: "Fairy, forgive me, I can't wait any longer."

After that, his body flashed, and he wanted to leave Jiuxiantu.

As a result, he stayed in place and couldn't leave.

"What does the immortal mean? It won't be long before the alien ancestor will be born."

"In this age of enlightenment, the ancestor means invincibility, and one person can sweep the entire universe!"

"So I can't waste time and ask the fairy to let me go."

Ling Xian frowned, wondering what medicine was sold in the eighth true fairy gourd.

"You also said that this is an age that cannot be enlightened. Even if it is given to you for four hundred years or four thousand years, you cannot stop the alien ancestor."

The words of indifference rang, nothingness, and it was difficult to find their case.

"Have to try."

Ling Xian's eyes were firm. He knew how hard it was to kill the ancestors. Even if he became a god, he might not be able to do it.

However, we can't just wait.

"Conviction is firm. Unfortunately, nothing can be changed."

"Stay here honestly, three hundred years later, you can leave."

The words of indifference came, and then there was no sound. No matter how Lingxian called, it no longer appeared.

"Three hundred years ..."

Ling Xian smiled bitterly. The birth of Shengzu is imminent. He cannot wait for thirty years, let alone three hundred years?

At the moment, he tried various methods to break the invisible restraint and leave Jiuxiantu.

Without exception, all failed.

The force of imprisonment is too strong, even if Ling Xian's means are exhausted, he can't shake every cent.

"Can you just watch the universe collapse?" Ling Xian clenched her fists with her hands and became angry.

He didn't know what the Eighth Immortal wanted to do, but he knew that if he was imprisoned for 300 years, the universe would be destroyed!

As a result, Ling Xian became soaring.

However, no matter what he said, the Eighth Immortal did not show up.

Gradually, Ling Xian was helpless, knowing that she had no choice but to wait.

"No more, no more."

Ling Xian sighed, then calmed down and focused on cultivation.

Although three hundred years later, the universe will certainly be destroyed and cultivation is meaningless, but he does not want to give up.

Therefore, Ling Xian practiced calmly, regardless of world affairs.

Time is like an arrow, the sun and the moon are like shuttles, and in a blink of an eye, the century-old time hastily slipped away.

Ling Xian's heart calmed down, no impatience, no worry, and some were just calm.

After another hundred years, his heart became more and more calm, and the whole man was like a clay sculpture, he could not move.

Strangely, for two hundred years of cultivation, Lingxian's cultivation was not a little bit advanced, but she still stayed at the peak of the mid-level of transcendence, one step away from the later period.

After another hundred years like this, the Nine Immortals finally changed, from a thousand miles to a beautiful landscape.

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All these two days, I have been sleeping for two or three hours a day, please forgive me.

It will not be broken for two years. There is no break for one day. It is just that the time may be late. I will try to adjust it.