Painting of the Nine Immortals Chapter 135: Entrusted

"What a foundation-building king, what a peerless arrogant man, such a sturdy combat power, is really a **** and a god. "Recommend Baidu/Qi-Zi*Xiao/Shuo/Online Reading"

An old man with a fairy wind and bones sighed, his tone was full of shock.

Hearing this, the other strong people in the Dan formation stage nodded lightly, and looked at Ling Xian in addition to shock, but also a strong sense of appreciation.

As the old man said, Ling Xian's performance at this moment can indeed be called a Tianzong Shenren, and his aptitude can be regarded as Tianzong's capital.

With the strength of building a foundation, fighting against the two great pill-forming powerhouses, and the more courageous the battle, the more unyielding, what an incredible thing?

If such a performance is still not a god-wife, then no one can be counted.

"What a famous Lingxian who is famous for Thirty-Six Islands. When I saw him today, he really deserved his reputation." The elegant man gently shook his feather fan and looked at the figure like a fighting **** in the sky, and said: "It is said that this son is only Ziyang. Zong’s Keqing does not seem to have a teacher."

The voice fell, and the many strong people present were startled, and then when they looked at Ling Xian, their eyes were shocked and admired, and suddenly there was a hint of enthusiasm.

It's like seeing a peerless treasure.

Indeed, a foundation-building king who has no masters is no different from rare treasures, and even more precious!

Just imagine, if a certain power brought the stunningly talented Ling Xian into his sect, then how much glory would this power gain? What a blessing again?

This is the rare foundation-building king in the world!

Moreover, it is foreseeable that with his qualifications, as long as he does not die halfway, he will become the strongest in the future for the last time, and he will be able to maintain a power of three thousand years of glory!

The strongest, three thousand brilliant, these two alluring words, appeared in the mind of every strong pill. Then, the eyes of these people looking at Ling Xian became more and more hot.

Obviously, all the strong people on the mountain peak are excited and plan to bring Lingxian into the school.

"Haha, so arrogant, my Qingming Palace is about to be set!" A middle-aged man laughed and said, making no secret of his appreciation for Ling Xian and his determination to accept him. "I Dedication"

However, as soon as his voice fell, he was ridiculed by the elegant man. This person shook the feather fan lightly, unspeakably romantic, and said: "As for your little Qingming Palace, you are also worthy to accept this son? Don’t be kidding, your temple is too small to support the great **** Lingxian."

"Huh! Our Qingming Temple is small, isn't your Promise Hall big?" The middle-aged man snorted, his chest burning with anger.

The elegant man smiled faintly, and said: "At the very least, the overall strength of our Promise Palace is so much stronger than your Qingming Palace."

"Strong first line?"

The middle-aged man smiled disdainfully and said: "This is your Promise Hall self-proclaimed, right? Everyone on Thirty-Six Islands knows that your Promise Hall has been suppressed by my Qingming Palace for hundreds of years, so dare you not to be ashamed? "

"Huh, do you want to fight?" The elegant man frowned, and the feather fan in his hand stopped shaking.

When I saw this, the old man with the fairy wind and the bone let out a laugh, acted as a gentleman, and said in a smooth way: "The two are not fighting, the Qingming Palace and the Promise Hall are both the top forces on the 36 islands. This is a universally recognized matter. What's controversial? What's more, it's not the time to fight for Lingxian. Let's first care about whether this child can survive."

It was said that both the elegant man and the middle-aged man snorted, but they did not continue to argue, but instead focused on the shocking battle in the sky.

At this moment, the war in the sky is in full swing and becomes more intense.

Ling Xian held a fierce sword in his left hand and a divine halberd in his right.

And Li Jianyi and Ning Wuji, the two powerhouses in the pill formation stage, also acted mercilessly, and they vowed to kill Ling Xian here.

However, although their offensive is fierce, Ling Xian is still as tall as a mountain, showing the demeanor of a master in every gesture.

Therefore, this shocking battle has fallen into a stalemate, and it is difficult to tell the victory or defeat in a short period of time.

However, the situation below is getting more serious and it is not optimistic.

Despite the help of more than a dozen elders of foundation building, overall, Ziyang Sect is still difficult to resist the two major forces.

"Kill!"

Relying on the large number of people, the monks of the two major forces rushed and slaughtered the disciples of Ziyang Sect indiscriminately.

"Ah!"

A scream of screams sounded continuously, and within a short period of time, dozens of Ziyang Sect disciples fell.

At this moment, the fall of an elder of the formation period made the situation of this life-and-death battle even more serious, which can be called even worse.

"Damn it!"

I witnessed the fall of an elder in the formation stage. Zi Donglai's eyes were red, but he was unable to rescue him. He could only watch that elder die.

"No! The Ziyang Sect's ten thousand years of inheritance must not be broken in my hand!" Zi Donglai gritted his teeth, his eyes slowly swept across every battlefield, watching those Ziyang Sect disciples who kept falling, his His eyes were full of sadness and weakness.

After a while, he gritted his teeth and made a decision.

"Ling Xian!"

With a loud shout, Zi Donglai joined the battle, and when passing by with Ling Xian, he hung a storage bag around his waist. Then the spear swept away, and fierce and surging power broke out, shaking the two great Dan masters back a few steps.

"Huh?"

Feeling Zi Donglai's little movement, Ling Xian frowned and asked: "Sect Master, you..."

"Don't ask anything, listen to me."

Zi Donglai looked solemnly, put the golden spear across his chest, and said to Ling Xian, "Listen well, I can't survive this catastrophe of Ziyang Sect today, but the inheritance of Ziyang Sect is indestructible, so I I want to ask you something."

Ling Xian sighed secretly. Although he couldn't see Zi Donglai's face, he could feel that the sorrow and powerlessness of the lord of the sect at the moment made his heart soft. He spoke with his soul:

"Sect Master, please say, as long as I am within the scope of my ability, Ling Xian will definitely agree."

After hearing this, Zi Donglai's heart loosened, and his back turned to Ling Xian's voice transmission: "You have also seen the current situation. With Ziyang Sect's strength, it is impossible to fight the two major forces. So I hope you can Bring my children and some disciples out of the siege to ensure that my Ziyang Sect will continue to be inherited."

Sure enough, this is it.

Ling Xian sighed secretly. He had already guessed what Zi Donglai meant and knew the difficulty of this matter. If you want to make a **** road under the siege of the two major forces, this difficulty is not ordinary, and it can even be said to be a life of nine deaths.

It stands to reason that he has nothing to do with Ziyang Sect, so he can stand by and retreat. However, in the face of Zi Donglai's final request, he couldn't bear to refuse, he could only nod his head, and said in a deep voice: "Sect Master, don't worry, I, Lingxian, will do my best to protect your Ziyang Sect's inheritance."

"With your words, I am relieved."

The corners of Zi Donglai’s mouth slightly raised, with a bit of ease and dissolution, and said: "Lingxian~IndoMTL.com~I Ziyangzong owes you too much. In this life, I am unable to repay it, but if In the next life, I will definitely be a cow and a horse to repay your kindness."

"What kind of kindness is not kind, I met you Lingxian, so naturally I won't sit and watch Ziyang Sect perish." Lingxian sighed, and he believed that he was not a sentimental person.

But in this situation, at this moment, his eyes are slightly moist.

"Ling Xian, knowing you is one of the few blessings in my life, Zi Donglai, but unfortunately, I have no chance to have a happy drink with you."

Zi Donglai let out a long sigh, then his expression gradually turned cold, and he said solemnly: "Lingxian, please."

After finishing speaking, his figure flashed, and the golden spear burst out with infinite divine light, approaching the two pill-consolidating powerhouses in front of him.

"Li Jianyi, Ning Wuji, if you want to destroy my Ziyang Sect, you have to pay the price of blood!"

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