Painting of the Nine Immortals

In the cave, Yao Fan and Zhan Ge looked at the statue in the middle and found nothing unusual.

Now, Zhan Ge asked, "What's wrong?"

"There is a ray of remnant soul in the statue. At this moment, I am awake." Ling Xianxing's eyes narrowed, he had not noticed before, because the remnant soul was in a deep sleep, and there was no trace of breath.

Awakening at this moment, of course, can not hide his keen perception.

"Residual soul?" Zhan Ge froze slightly, his expression calmed down.

The same is true of Yao Fan.

Residual souls are enemies or friends, but it is not clear yet. Naturally, we must wait for them.

"I was discovered as soon as I woke up, so keenly aware."

The plain words sounded, and the middle statue lighted up, condensing into a phantom of a white-haired old man.

This man is immortal, and swallows mountains and rivers, even if it is just a ghost, there is invincibility.

Obviously, before this life must be an extraordinary power.

"Award, are you the ancestor of the Sansheng Creed?" Ling Xian's eyes are deep, not humble.

"No, I'm the last deity in the Trinity."

The white-haired old man sighed and said, "I was besieged by two gods when I was sitting. At the time of the crisis, the statue of the ancestor showed his prestige and saved my trace of soul."

"God ..."

Ling Xian's eyes condensed and said, "I don't know if my predecessors have appeared, what's your advice?"

"Give you a chance."

The white-haired old man smiled slightly and said, "Your stunning has moved me to love my talents and simply send you the last creation of Sansei."

"Give me a chance?"

Ling Xian froze slightly and smiled: "Are seniors not afraid to send the wrong person?"

"It won't be long before my remnant will dissipate, and I will give it to you instead of letting Creation enter the earth with me."

The white-haired old man sighed and said, "If I read correctly, you would wake up."

"Good."

Ling Xian nodded gently. Daoyan can be said to be the prototype of Tianyan. If she has the chance, she can transform into the top ten Xeontianyan.

"Only those who have eyes for the Tao can qualify for the last creation of the Trinity. Although you are not my Trinity, you can only give it to you." The white-haired old man sighed softly.

"My predecessor was wrong. If there is a connection between Sanshengjiao and Sanshengge, then I should be considered a Sanshengjiao."

Ling Xian smiled lightly. He is the master of the Hidden Pavilion and inseparable from the Sansheng Pavilion.

"Sansheng Pavilion?" Asked the white-haired old man with eyes exposed.

"The founder of the Sansheng Pavilion is called Sanshengjushi, who is the third-ranked Tianyan and buried for three lives." Ling Xian smiled slightly, and faintly guessed what the old man with white hair would send him.

"Are you sure he was buried for three lives?" The white-haired old man's eyes were bright.

"I'm sure." Ling Xian converged and smiled. The elder Sanshengge said to him personally, and naturally there was nothing wrong with it.

"Haha, Cangtian has eyes, Cangtian has eyes!" The white-haired old man laughed loudly, looking at Ling Xian's eyes softened a lot.

Before, he was forced to do nothing but wanted to give Ling Xian the last creation of Sanshengism, but at this moment, he was sincere.

"I don't know what the Sansheng residence is, what is the relationship with the predecessors?" Ling Xian's eyes were deep, knowing that his guess was correct, Sansheng Pavilion was indeed connected with Sansheng Education.

"He was my close disciple. I thought he died in that war."

The old man with white hair laughed: "Unexpectedly, not only did he escape, but he also continued the inheritance of the Trinity."

"It turned out that he was an apprentice to his predecessor." Ling Xian smiled slightly and understood the origin of Sanshengge and Sanshengjiao.

"Haha, the sky has eyes. I thought that the last creation of the Trinity would fall into the hands of outsiders."

"I didn't expect it to be given to my Sansei."

The white-haired old man laughed and was relieved.

"Dare to ask my predecessors, what is the good thing you want me to send me?" Ling Xianxing's eyes flashed a little expectation.

"You should have guessed it." The elderly white-haired smiled lightly: "I can tell you for sure, that's what you think."

Hearing that Ling Xian smiled a bit.

As early as when the white-haired old man raised his eyes, he thought of the third-ranked Xeon Tianyan and was buried for three lives.

At this moment, he is even more sure that the old man with white hair wants to send him the good fortune, that is, to transform his Tao eyes into a funeral three lives!

"Let's accept the last creation of the Trinity." The white-haired old man waved his hand, and Dongfu scored two points, half of them were Ling Xian and half were demon fans and Zhan Ge.

Then, mysterious power came and poured into Ling Xianmei's heart.

Suddenly, Daoyan emerged, flowing Shenhua, mysterious and unpredictable.

This made Zhan Ge and Yao Fanmulu envious, but also a little bit pleased.

Ling Xian obviously got a peerless fortune, and they have no guilty friendship with him, and naturally have a happy heart.

"The reason why my Sansheng teaching can be endless is because Xeon Tian's eyes bury three lives."

The white-haired old man warned in a deep voice, saying, "This look is infinitely powerful and mysterious, and I hope you will make good use of it."

"I'm curious, in this eye, is it really possible to evoke the previous life body?" Ling Xianxing's eyes narrowed, which is too ridiculous. If he would never die in this life, where would he come from?

"This is just a statement. In fact, it is not the incarnation of the previous life, but the incarnation of an incarnation."

The old man in white laughed: "Once this body merges with you, your strength will soar tenfold, just like those secret skills that enhance your strength."

"So it is." Ling Xianxing's eyes lit up, flashing fiery colors.

The mystery of enhancing strength is the most rare, especially tenfold, and it is rare in the world. So far, he has only two kinds of practice.

The first is the power of Xiaxia, and the second is the battle of immortal bones.

Right now, he is about to get a third way to increase his strength, and it is 20 times stronger. How can he not be pleased?

"I have given you the chance. Whether you can grasp it depends on your ability." The old man in white drew a smile, and said, "This is the last creation of the Sansheng religion. Don't let me down."

"I also don't want to miss the opportunity to awaken and bury three lives."

Ling Xian smiled lightly. The three lives buried were too powerful, which could make him twenty times stronger. How could he miss it?

At the moment, he calmed down, attracting the mysterious power to temper the eyes.

Suddenly, severe pain came, causing him to sweat coldly and his face twisted.

It was so painful, it was like a heartbreaker, and it almost made him faint.

However, Ling Xian gritted her teeth and did not let herself pass out.

Once fainted, then missed this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, even if the Daoyan can still transform, it cannot be transformed into a funeral.

Therefore, Lingxian firmly believed and tempered the eyes.

Gradually, the pain diminished, and the eyes became bright.

In the heavenly light of God, the Daoyan has undergone metamorphosis, and has been transformed into the third life of Xeon Tianyan.

In this way, time passed little by little.

Three days later, the light of the gods of heaven diffused like a cloud of smoke, and Ling Xianmei's eyes disappeared, replaced by a white strange flower.

This flower has three petals, dazzling the light, exudes rhyme, mysterious and sacred.

"Haha, I did not read the wrong person!"

The white-haired old man laughed loudly and said, "The funeral three lives are reproduced in the world, and I have been taught by someone in three lives!"

"Finally awakened for three lives ..."

Ling Xian raised his mouth with joy and shock.

The former is because he awakened the funeral three lives, and the latter is because his eyes are too strong.

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Something's wrong, there is no third chapter, forgive me.