Painting of the Nine Immortals Chapter 2063: New people give old people away

"I have too many regrets in my life, so I can't die. ??? Hunting for text????"

Ling Xian smiled faintly, he hasn't resurrected Lin Tsingyi, and hasn't reached the peak, how can he die here?

Maybe this is a desperate situation, but he will never give up until the last moment.

"It was in vain. After a few days, you will understand." The white old man sighed and stopped speaking.

Everyone stopped talking, they closed their eyes and looked back on their own lives.

The time passed bit by bit, and two days later, the three of them turned into blood fog, and they didn't even have time to make a scream.

This made everyone sigh, and there was a sense of sadness.

Ling Xian is the same.

Although he has embarked on an endless path to the law, he can compare with the Taoist body in terms of mana strength alone, but sooner or later his mana will be exhausted.

When the time comes, he will follow in the footsteps of these two people.

"Two more died, alas, is there really no way to survive?"

"The imperial mausoleum does not survive, and there is no vitality. Apart from death, I will have no other results."

"I regret it, I regret coming here."

Everyone sighed, it was hard to hide regret, despair.

The only person who is not desperate is probably Ling Xian.

His mana is comparable to Dao Divine Body, even if everyone on the scene adds up, it is impossible to last longer than him.

Although he will die sooner or later, he has plenty of time to find a way out, which is undoubtedly the biggest advantage!

So Ling Xian is still optimistic, looking for life.

Three days later, the seven exploded, their souls and souls were destroyed, and there was no bones left.

On the same day, three people entered this place. After understanding the situation, they were somewhat desperate.

Can't leave, can't smash the mountain, can only wait for death, how terrible is this?

"Is there really no life..." Ling Xian muttered to himself, helpless.

However, his faith has not wavered, and his state has remained the same as five days ago, with no change in the slightest.

This surprised everyone present. He didn't expect him to hold on for five days, and he turned out to be like a okay person.

You must know that when they lasted for five days, they were all breathing heavily, but Ling Xian's face was not flushed or panting, which is undoubtedly quite amazing.

As time passed, surprise turned into shock.

One day, two days, three days... Ten days have passed, Ling Xian still looks as usual, without a trace of breathlessness.

At this time, the people who entered this place before him are basically dead, and only the white old man is left.

He is the one who has persisted here for the longest time. Although he is not dead, he is also pale, and his mana is almost exhausted.

"I didn't expect that you could hold on for fifteen days." The white old man shook his head and smiled bitterly, looking at Ling Xian with shocked eyes.

The rest is even more so.

Although they are newcomers who entered after Lingxian, these few days have passed, and they are also very clear about the meaning of insisting on fifteen days.

It is not an exaggeration to say that a person who can last for fifteen days has a mana that is definitely several times that of the same level!

"You are the one who persists the longest." Ling Xian smiled faintly, his expression as usual, calm and composed.

For others, it’s hard to hold on for fifteen days, but to him, it’s nothing.

Compared with the remaining mana, those lost are just a drop in the ocean, a drop in the bucket.

"I persisted for seventeen days, which is considered a record, but what is the significance of this record?"

The old man smiled sadly and said: "My mana is almost exhausted, at most, I can hold on for another day. At this time tomorrow, you will see a cloud of blood."

Hearing this, Ling Xian fell silent.

He wanted to save the white man very much, but he really couldn't help it.

In the past half month, he has explored this place no less than a hundred times.

However, there are still no flaws, and the whole small world is solid, and there is no weakness at all.

"If you hold on for two more days, you will break my record." The white old man smiled forcefully and said: "Go hard, I hope you can find a way out."

"I hope too." Ling Xian sighed softly, no longer speaking.

At this time the next day, the white old man turned into a blood mist. Before he died, his eyes were on Ling Xian, with hope and shock.

It's just because Ling Xian's face is not red or panting, it is no different from sixteen days ago.

This means that he will definitely break the old man's record, which naturally shocks the old man.

"All dead..."

Ling Xian sighed as he watched the old man turn into a blood mist. He didn't expect that in 16 days, he would become the ‘oldest’ person here.

At the same time, he also strengthened his conviction.

As he said, there are too many regrets, he must not die!

"The imperial mausoleum has existed for tens of thousands of years, maybe there was no flaw at the time, but I don't believe that there is still no weak point in the small world tens of thousands of years later." Ling Xian's eyes were firm, and the light in his eyebrows never disappeared.

One month later, he still hasn't found any weak points, and his state has not changed.

This shocked everyone here. Although they were all newcomers, when they came in, they were all told by the old man how long Ling Xian persisted.

Therefore, no one thought that he could hold on for forty-six days!

"It's terrible, is he still a human?"

"I persisted for six days, and the mana has bottomed out, how could he persist for forty-six days?"

"Unbelievable, is it possible that he is the legendary Taoist body?"

Everyone talked a lot, except for shock, but admiration.

Ling Xian didn't hear about this.

Almost every day, someone talks about him with similar exclamations. He has long been numb, and he is indifferent to everyone's life and death.

Forty-six days, he watched old people die, watched new people come in, it was hard not to be indifferent.

"If anyone is most likely to leave this place alive, it is undoubtedly him."

"I hope he can find a way out before I die."

A pale youth stared at Ling Xian, full of hope.

The same goes for the others.

This made Ling Xian sigh softly. In forty-six days, too many people put their hopes on him, but no one got what they wanted.

It's not that he doesn't try his best, but that the small world is like nature, and there is no weak point at all.

"A thousand times, even if it is a stone, I have explored it."

"Is there really no weakness?"

Ling Xian sighed, half of his mana had been lost, that is to say, he could hold on for at most fifty days.

If he can't find the weak point and break this small world in fifty days, then he will also turn into a blood mist.

"There is no perfection in the world, there must be weaknesses, but I have not found it."

Ling Xian muttered to himself~IndoMTL.com~ Yuan Ying opened his eyes, and the soul storm swept across the mountain.

A few days later, he sent away a group of old people and welcomed a group of new people.

Like the newcomers before them, after understanding the situation and how long Ling Xian persisted, they were shocked to the extreme.

After that, it fell into an endless loop.

Lingxian is still like a mountain, sending away batches of old people and ushering in batches of newcomers.

Forty days later, he was still helpless, unable to find the weak points of the small world.

At this time, his mana is less than 10%, and he can hold on for another ten days at most.

After another seven days, Ling Xian still didn't find a weak point, but he unexpectedly broke through to the late Mortal Realm.

Suddenly, the quality of his mana changed, and so did his soul.

What's more gratifying is that the eighth change in the world finally came out.