Painting of the Nine Immortals Chapter 139: Weakness and desire

The day is high, it is noon.

On the golden beach, hundreds of figures fell from mid-air, everyone's robe was stained with blood, and their breath was weak. However, there was a hint of joy on his face.

"Haha, I know that Young Master Ling will not live up to our expectations and will definitely take us out!"

"Yes, Young Master Ling is so powerful, he can definitely take me out of this catastrophe."

"Haha, it feels so good to be alive. The warm sunlight is so beautiful."

The hearts of everyone present were relieved, the desperate atmosphere suddenly disappeared, and it was replaced by lightness and hope.

Many people even cried with joy, kneeling on the ground, silently shed two rows of clear tears.

After all, they have experienced fear and despair, and now they escaped, naturally they will feel happy. But shortly afterwards, when these people thought of the dead fellow sect, the teacher, and the impending Ziyang Sect, they suddenly fell into death-like silence.

The tears she shed no longer have joy, but utter sadness.

Especially Zi Huashang, when she thinks of her father fighting hard and fighting for her precious breathing time, she is sad to the extreme, and the whole person becomes desperate, as if she has lost her soul.

"Sigh..."

A long sigh suddenly sounded, and a delicate-looking woman dressed in white walked out of the crowd slowly, and then stood in front of the crowd.

This woman is Yun Yan, and she is also considered lucky. Neither of her sister Yunmeng died in the previous battle, but she waited for Lingxian's rescue.

"Everyone, please be quiet, please listen to me."

Yun Yan put her hands under pressure, and when everyone looked at her, she sighed lightly and said: "I know, you all are sad now, but it's obviously not the time to be sad now. Young Master Ling wants to guarantee For our safety, we would rather block the gate with our own efforts and cut off the back for us."

After a pause, she continued: "We all know what Master Ling did this for, so what we have to do is to escape here as soon as possible instead of crying. It was a waste of the lord, and also a waste of Ling. The precious opportunity that the son won for us."

Hearing this, there was silence at the scene, and after a long time, everyone spoke up.

"That's right, the lord is fighting to death, and the son is fighting for what? Isn't it for the Ziyang sect to pass on, so that we can live? You must not let down their kindness!"

"Yes, the suzerain and the son gave up their lives to let us live. Everyone must cheer up!"

"Yes, let's leave here quickly and guarantee our own life first. Young Master Ling is so strong, there will be nothing wrong with him!"

"Yes, even if we stay, it will only drag down the son and will not do anything."

The expressions of everyone present were firm. Although they were still immersed in great grief, they had cheered up and had more faith in living than before.

"I have made an appointment with the son, everyone will follow me, and I will take you to a safe place." Yunyan said softly, and then walked towards the southeast.

It is the direction of the Yun family.

……

The Ziyang cave sky, in front of the golden portal.

Ling Xian's expression is calm, his eyes are waveless, but he reveals a trace of unshakable determination.

He is holding a black halberd and slanting his guide to the sky. He has a posture of being one man to block the crowds, and he has the spirit of swallowing the world's proud red dust.

And the killing intent emanating from the tip of the halberd also revealed a signal.

You must die!

"Leave me stay where you are, otherwise...Don't blame me for being merciless."

Ling Xian stood in front of the golden portal, his icy eyes scanned the audience, and the cultivators immediately shivered, staring at him in horror.

The figure is obviously very thin, but at this moment, it is as tall and majestic as a mountain, and it is difficult to shake even in the storm.

"Good... terrible person."

The voices of swallowing saliva sounded one after another, and the monks of the two powers were full of fear. Looking at the terrifying Lingxian like a devil, his body trembled involuntarily.

Although they told themselves that they couldn't just let the remnants of Ziyang Sect leave, they didn't have the courage to catch up. At the very least, none of these monks dared to catch up.

Because there is a person standing in front of me,

A foundation-building king who beat them to the fear.

Even if they just stand still, these monks can be frightened, and they don't even have the courage to rush forward. What kind of power is this? !

Domineering!

This is the most intuitive feeling of every monk towards Ling Xian at this moment.

Even the few strong men on the mountain peaks in the Dan-condensation stage, in addition to the strong admiration, there is also a hint of amazement hidden in their eyes.

"What a foundation-building king, nothing else, just to say this bravery, it is not comparable to ordinary people." The old man who was replaced by Yan Ningzhi as the third grandfather sighed, his face made no secret of being right. Ling Xian's meaning of appreciation.

"This one-man, courageous prestige is truly worthy of his reputation as the king who built the foundation." A middle-aged man sighed, still a little shocked on his face.

"Whether it is strength or courage, it can be regarded as outstanding, among the dragons and phoenixes." The elegant man lightly shook the feather fan, staring at Ling Xian with fiery eyes, and said: "This son, I want to settle in Qingming Palace. Up!"

As soon as a few people were amazed by Ling Xian's move, the battle situation in the sky was already very clear.

Even if Zi Donglai fought hard, he couldn't resist the power of the two powerhouses after all, and he was able to sustain him up to now, relying on a belief to support him.

At the moment, the power of that belief has finally reached its limit.

Swipe!

With a sword across the air, his sharp edge was revealed, and Zi Donglai's left arm was cut off instantly.

At the same time, Ning Wuji slapped a punch, which hit Zi Donglai's chest fiercely.

"At this moment, after all, it is here..."

Zi Donglai spouted a mouthful of blood, falling from the sky like a bird with folded wings.

When he saw this, Ling Xiong frowned, and the immortal turned into a streamer to cut through the sky, hugged Zi Donglai's body, and then slowly landed on the ground.

"Ahem...Ling Xian, thank you very much." Zi Donglai's expression was calm, not the fear before death, but full of relief and ease.

"Sect Master, don't worry, they have been sent out by me, and the inheritance of Ziyang Sect will not be cut off." Ling Xian sighed secretly, knowing that Zi Donglai had run out of oil, and could not last long.

This made him feel a bit of powerlessness and desire~IndoMTL.com~ If today, he appeared with the cultivation base of the pill formation period, then the situation would definitely not be like now. Even if he took 10,000 steps back, he could not slaughter the two forces and reverse the situation, but at least, he can guarantee that Zidonglai will not die!

You must know that he is an incredibly deep-rooted Tianjiao. Once he breaks into the pill formation stage, his combat power will definitely surpass the ordinary pill formation powerhouse, and will be close to the mid-level pill formation powerhouse!

Unfortunately, there is no if.

"Damn it!"

Ling Xian gritted his teeth, clenched his hands involuntarily, and blue veins appeared on his arm.

Six years of cultivation, this is the first time he has felt powerless!

It is also the first time he desires power so much!

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