Painting of the Nine Immortals

Nangong's house, a gloomy hall.

More than a dozen Tao figures sat on the futon, among them were men and women, and old men with gray hair. These people are without exception. Everyone exudes horror, even if they are standing still, it also gives people a sense of depression.

There is no doubt that all of these people are detached and powerful Dandans.

Theoretically, the strong in this level are generally retreat, and it is difficult to see them, let alone bring them together. The reason they gathered here was because they received a message from Nangong Confucianism that forced them to come out and gather here.

No way, that mysterious flower has troubled Nangong family for thousands of years. Even if they are almost desperate, they are not willing to give up any glimmer of hope.

"I've heard the name Xianling, and I've heard the name Lingxian. It's a mysterious young man." A white-haired old man suddenly spoke.

"I've heard it, too." A strong man nodded gently. "And it is said that he recently opened the Qizhu Soul Tower, leaving the Chu family faceless."

"Yeah, this man is really a dragon and a phoenix among people. Even the first evildoer on the list only hit the sixth floor. He can pass the customs, which is incredible."

"Indeed, the Town Soul Tower tests the combat power of a monk. Since this son can get through this tower, it means that his combat strength in the foundation period has reached the limit, and he can pass that first evil and become a younger generation. First person. "

"Thinking is indeed incredible. This son not only overwhelmed the first demon in spiritual practice, his accomplishments on the front, but also over Master Jiang. Just thinking about it, I felt abnormal, a man in his twenties How could a young man be so scary? "

The crowd spoke at the scene, and their tone was full of shock. And just as they praised Lingxian, a middle-aged man sighed: "But I still don't believe it, this son can recognize the flower and lift our curse."

"Well, yeah."

An old sighed and said, "No matter how good this is, he is finally just a young man. It is impossible to have broad knowledge, let alone crack the terrible curse."

"Yes, I don't have any hope anyway. After so many years, my Nangong family has invited countless talented people, but no one can crack the curse, even the name of the flower can't be called." A black The old man with a long sigh, thinking of his imminent death, couldn't help showing his fear.

"Anyway, now that we have a 50% certainty, we have to wait." The white-haired old man who started talking said with a faint smile, and said, "Why can he deny that flower and break the entanglement of Nangong Let us wait and see the curse of the family for thousands of years. "

Hearing the words, everyone at the scene nodded gently, then closed their eyes immediately, and stopped talking.

After a while, a small footsteps suddenly heard outside the hall, which made many powerful men in the Dandan period open their eyes.

Then they saw two figures walking slowly. One of them knew them, so instead of looking at it more, they set their sights on the other.

I saw him with his sword and eyebrows, his face crowned with jade, and an indescribable Taoyun flowing on his body, full of vigor and vitality.

It is Lingxian.

After talking with Nangong Confucian, he followed the Nangong patriarch to come here, and planned to see the mysterious and strange flower.

"It's a peerless arrogance. Just talking about this temperament is not something ordinary people can have." The old white-haired man sighed and smiled: "You are the first immortal master who entered the Shangdao Island. "

"The seniors have won the prize, it is the next one." Ling Xian smiled slightly and nodded at the presence of more than ten Danji strong men.

Seeing this, everyone present nodded to Ling Xian. Moreover, they all showed a smile of goodwill. Even those people who had put on a cold face for many years, forcibly pulled out an ugly smile.

If they change to other people, these people will not be so polite, but who is Ling Xian? Regardless of his identity as a master of the Daoist sect, simply saying that his cultivation practice in the period of Dan had forced them to put away their usual pride and treat each other with courtesy.

"Senior didn't dare to be regarded as a monk, you are already a monk, and you are not inferior to us." The white-haired old man smiled amusedly, and there was a hint of shock in the cloudy eyes.

The same is true of the other strong Danzi period. Although they all knew Ling Xian was very young, when they saw him in person, they finally understood one thing.

Rather than being half exaggerated, rumors are somewhat underestimated.

This son ... may be young.

Everyone at the scene secretly shocked, looking at the imposing Ling Xian in front of them, they all thought of themselves. My heart suddenly felt a little frustrated, and I felt that I had been in vain for so many years.

Then, more than a dozen powerful Dandan period glanced at each other, all seeing the bitterness in each other's eyes.

"It's a great prize." Ling Xian smiled slightly, unwilling to say more on this topic, and shifted the topic: "You must all know what I'm here. In this case, let's stop talking nonsense and let me see that Spend it. "

"This……"

The white-haired old man showed hesitation, glanced at the crowd, and then gritted his teeth fiercely, saying, "Well, Master Xian, please wait a moment, and I will show the mark of curse."

After speaking, he moved the mana in his body, a strange breath permeated the air, making the hall even more gloomy.

Then, a black strange flower pattern appeared on his eyebrow, exuding a black gas, looking mysterious and weird.

"A cursed mark ..."

Ling Xian frowned, then smiled helplessly, and said, "Senior, I don't want to see the mark of the curse in your body, but to see the flower with my own eyes."

"The pattern of this cursed mark is exactly the same as that flower, Master Xian can just look at this." The white-haired old man gave a strong laugh and looked a little bit weak.

No way, every time he actively manifests the cursed mark, it will cause him a lot of damage. But for that glimmer of hope, he would rather sacrifice it.

"Senior, you didn't understand me." Ling Xian couldn't help crying, knowing that the old man had misunderstood, and said, "It's not enough to just look at the marks on your heads. I have to see the flower with my own eyes."

"Ok?"

The old man frowned, his face a little unsightly.

The people present were also gloomy, the curse of their body was exactly the same as the flower. If you know this flower, you just need to look at the imprint of the old man's brows. Why look at that flower?

How could they know that the reason why Ling Xian said he was 50% sure was because he knew all the herbs in his body. And this divine heart, the message will only appear when you see the real elixir, and the curse mark in front of you is useless at all.

"Master Xian, please forgive me, you won't know this flower." The old man's expression was a bit cold, and he doubted Ling Xian's intention.

"This……"

Ling Xian hesitated for a moment. She couldn't tell them that she was well-versed in Baicao Dan, and had to see the flower with her own eyes. Therefore, he smiled helplessly and said, "Senior, I came here with sincerity, so I ask you to show me that flower."

Hearing that the old man did not speak, and everyone in the room remained silent. But there was a hint of suspicion on his face, both doubting that Ling Xian could deny the flower and doubting his ambition.

Seeing this, Ling Xian frowned. Although he understood their thoughts, he came to help but was met with their suspicion, which naturally made him angry.

"Since you doubt me, there is nothing to say."

Ling Xian said faintly, "I finally say a word, I hope you will not regret today's decision."

With that said, he hurriedly arched towards the Nangong Confucianist next to him and wanted to leave Nangong's house.

Seeing this, the old man gritted his teeth fiercely and made a decision, saying, "Master Xian, please stay away, and the old man believes in you."

"Then I will say, this must be the wisest decision of your life." Ling Xian smiled lightly, and the confident style illuminated the hall, and it seemed that the strange atmosphere was diluted a lot.

Maybe it was infected by his self-confidence. Although everyone was terrified at the scene, they didn't say anything to stop them. They all defaulted to the old man's decision.

"The smartest decision?"

The old man smiled bitterly and sighed: "Master, the reason we don't want you to see that flower is because of curses in us. Once we see that flower, the curse in our body will increase, at least it will reduce us three Ten years of life. "

"That's the case, no wonder." Ling Xian was surprised, understood the pains of everyone present, and laughed: "Everyone can rest assured, as long as I see that flower, I can find a solution."

"hope so."

The old man sighed and didn't believe Ling Xian could do it. But since there was a glimmer of hope, he would not give up anyway.

"Everyone shot together and unlock the ban!"

With a loud scream, the old man pinched the strange Indian law, a mysterious power suddenly permeated.

Seeing this, everyone in the room sighed, and then squeezed their hands, forming a mysterious seal.

Suddenly, the endless Shenhua bloomed, and a jade box suddenly appeared in the air. Immediately, the jade box slowly opened, revealing a mysterious flower.

I saw it was round, but it was missing half of it, and the remaining half was completely black, with a trace of strange evil. It's like the night without dawn, the abyss without exit, giving people a feeling of despair and fear.

Suddenly, everyone trembled at the scene, and black gas burst from his head. Then, their momentum began to rise. The monks who had originally been in the mid-Jandan period reached the mid-Jandan period.

However, their breath grew weaker and paler, as if they were a few decades old in a flash.

At this moment, all knowing Baicao gave information about this flower, and suddenly changed Ling Xian's complexion, and slowly spit out a horrible word.

"This is actually a legend ... the flowers are buried together by gods and demons."

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