Painting of the Nine Immortals Chapter 146: Zi Donglai’s last words

"Sovereign, I left something for you. "i is more and more complete""

Ling Xian turned and looked at Zi Huashang. With a wave of his big sleeves, a golden storage bag was suspended in the air, emitting a soft halo.

Suddenly, Zi Huashang's beautiful eyes lit up and said, "My son, is this what my father left behind?"

"Yes, according to the lord, it contains the inheritance of Ziyang Sect and the wealth accumulated over tens of thousands of years." Ling Xian nodded lightly and smiled lightly: "Let's open it, there is a barrier on it. Only those who practice the town’s patriarchal tactics, Ziqi East, can open it. I didn’t open it privately. Don’t worry about that."

"The son said and laughed."

Zi Huashang flicked his sleeves lightly, and the golden storage bag suddenly flew into her hand. Seeing the undamaged restriction on the upper layer, she couldn't help but glance at Ling Xian, with a little more admiration in her eyes besides awe and gratitude.

As Ling Xian said, he has not moved the restriction on the storage bag. But Zi Huashang knew very well that with his strength, if he really wanted to open the storage bag, how could he be stopped by a mere ban?

However, at the moment, there is no damage to the above prohibition, which is enough to prove Ling Xian's character.

Therefore, Zi Huashang looked at him with a little more admiration.

"Don't look at me with that gaze." Ling Xian smiled faintly, understanding what Zi Huashang was thinking, and said: "Compared to wealth, I care more about promises. Open it up."

"Thank you, son." Zi Huashang bowed deeply at Ling Xian, and then ran the purple qi to the east. The purple qi rose up, and the restriction on the storage bag suddenly melted.

Immediately afterwards, the endless gods rose into the sky, extremely gorgeous and dazzling.

"This..." Zi Huashang was stunned, looking at the huge wealth in the storage bag, her delicate body trembled slightly.

She originally thought that even if there was wealth in the storage bag, it could not be too much. But right now, she was completely shocked by the massive wealth.

Pills, spiritual stones, magic weapons, elixir and other spiritual resources are all there, and at a glance, it is infinite like the endless sea, it is impossible to calculate!

There is no doubt that this is an inestimable wealth!

Even after Ling Xian swept it with his soul, he was a bit sluggish, and he actually gave birth to a kind of greed to kill Zi Hua Chang and seize the storage bag. However, his xinxing was very tough, and only after a breath of time, his eyes returned to clarity.

No matter how great this wealth is, he will never take it out. This is his bottom line.

Ling at the sluggish Zi Huashang, Ling Xian smiled faintly, and whispered the white tiger to the sky secretly, saying: "Okay, I'm back to my mind."

A light word fell, the volume was not loud, but it exploded like thunder, resounding through the universe!

Suddenly, Zi Huashang's delicate body trembled and slowly recovered, but Qiao's face was still full of shock. "I Dedication"

"A lot... simply incalculable." Zi Huashang murmured, remembering the existence of Ling Xian beside him, then quietly took a step back and looked at Ling Xian vigilantly.

Obviously, she was guarding Ling Xian for fear that he would **** it.

When he saw this, Ling Xian shook his head with a smile. He understood Zi Huashang's psychology very well. Anyone would have such a reaction. Therefore, he was not angry, and smiled: "The wealth accumulated over tens of thousands of years in Ziyang Sect does possess the power to deceive people's hearts. If you become any monk, you may be tempted. But I, Lingxian, don't care about this. Don't worry."

Zi Huashang’s beautiful eyes flickered, remembering that Ling Xian desperately saved the group of them, and did not open the storage bag privately on the way, could not help but smile awkwardly, and said in shame: "Ling son, I...I'm sorry, I Don’t be wary of you."

"It's okay, I understand your psychology."

Ling Xian smiled faintly. Zi Huashang lost his father and backer, and suddenly gained such a large fortune. It is normal to be wary of him. Therefore, he did not take this matter to heart.

Zi Huashang's pretty face flushed, he felt more ashamed, and said in a low voice: "Thank you, Master Ling, for your understanding."

"It's okay, you'd better find out if there is something special in it first." Ling Xian waved his hand and reminded: "If I guessed correctly, the lord should leave you something similar to a letter."

"I'll look for it." Zi Huashang lightly tapped his head, mobilizing the power of the soul, and carefully rummaged through the cultivation resources like the sea.

After a while, she finally found something that seemed a little special.

It was a palm-sized array, criss-crossed and full of patterns with strange abilities.

"This is..."

Looking at the formation in front of him, Ling Xian frowned and thought for a while, and said: "So that's it, this is a photo formation."

"Photography?" Zi Huashang frowned, looked at Ling Xian suspiciously, waiting for him to explain.

Seeing this, Ling Xian sighed lightly, then waved his sleeves. Suddenly, a milky white halo bloomed from the palm-large array, and then gradually gathered into the figure of a man.

Wearing a luxurious golden robe, this person has a fortified and square face, especially those eyes, which are as deep as the sea, giving a feeling of no anger and self-prestige.

It is Zidong who is here.

"Father!"

When he saw the familiar figure, Zi Huashang's eyes reddened suddenly, and he rushed towards the figure frantically, trying to hug his father in his arms.

However, her jade arms passed through the figure, unable to hug it.

"Young Master Ling, what...what's going on?" Zi Huashang said eagerly, her pretty face full of anxiety and anxiety.

"Hey..." Ling Xian sighed, looking at Zi Huashang who was full of anxiety, and said: "You already have guesses in your heart, why bother to ask?"

"I..."

Zi Huashang sat on the ground sullenly, smiling sadly: "That figure is invisible, right."

"Yes, this is just an image gathered by the Sect Master with the help of the magical power of the Photo Array during his lifetime. There is no mentality and no form." Ling Xian sighed and said: "It can only be condensed into the appearance of the Sect Master, say some Sect Masters. It’s fine if you set it up in advance."

Zi Huashang's pretty face is pale, beautiful eyes are absent, and he smiles sadly: "Father, Huashang will never have a chance to see you again..."

Speaking, two lines of clear tears flowed slowly, falling to the ground, turning into sadness.

"Hey, don't be too sad, don't you want to hear what the Sect Master has to say?" Ling Xian sighed softly.

"Yes, yes." Zi Huashang suddenly raised his head, grabbed Ling Xian's arm, and said eagerly: "Ling son, you let my father talk."

"Okay." Ling Xian nodded, pinched his eyes into a mysterious magic seal, and punched out a magical formation technique.

Suddenly, the figure suspended in mid-air trembled, as if suddenly had a sense of wisdom. Then, a familiar voice slowly sounded.

"Hua Chang, if you see this figure of Dad, it means Dad is dead and Ziyang Sect is also destroyed."

When the word fell, Zi Huashang became more and more sad, and those two lines of clear tears couldn't stop flowing.

Ling Xian sighed softly, patted the woman on the shoulder, and said, "Keep listening."

As soon as his words fell, Zidonglai's phantom spoke again: "If I guessed correctly, you must be crying at this moment, crying for your father. Cry, crying will make you feel better. But you remember , I only allow you to cry this time."

After a pause, Zi Donglai continued: "Although you are a woman, you have always been strong, and Dad has high hopes for you. So I hope you can restrain your grief and become strong, and then there will be A lot of burdens will rest on your shoulders."

"Now you listen carefully, and you must take good care of your brother. Also, you must rebuild Ziyang Sect and let the three words Ziyang Sect appear on this land again. As for revenge for me, you have the power Just do it. Don’t force yourself if you don’t have the ability. Dad doesn’t want you to die because of this."

Hearing this, Zi Huashang stopped crying, as if he had grown a lot in an instant, and his xinxing became more tenacious and mature. She slowly stood up, looked at the familiar man, and said solemnly: "Father, I remember, you can rest assured, I must take good care of my brother and rebuild Ziyang Sect. And, take revenge for you."

In the last sentence, she said decisively and with awe-inspiring killing intent, which shows her firm determination.

"Hey, with such a heavy burden, it would be too cruel to press on a woman." Ling Xian sighed secretly, but he also understood that Zi Donglai could not do this.

He is the master of a sect, carrying the inheritance of Ziyang Sect. In the face of family affection and responsibility, he must be very entangled and can only reluctantly give up.

And when Ling Xian sighed, Zi Donglai spoke again, and what he said was related to him.

"Lingxian, you are by Huashang's side now, don't be confused. Because this photo-taking array can only be opened by you, and I also believe in your character. You will never open the storage bag selfishly. Give it to Huashang in its entirety."

"Sect Master, you can pinch and count." Ling Xian let out a laugh, unexpectedly that Zi Dong would know him so well.

"Ling Xian, thank you for your contribution to my Ziyang Sect, so I decided to give you half of the wealth in this storage bag. Huashang, did you hear that?" Zi Donglai said again.

"Father, don't worry, I will do the same." Zi Huashang nodded heavily.

After that, Zi Donglai continued: "If I didn't guess wrong, you will definitely refuse Lingxian. Don't refuse, because I still have something to ask you."

"Don't think I'm scheming, you should satisfy the last wish of a dead man. Help me take care of Huashang and Heroes. If you have time, please give me some tips on their practice and let them grow up quickly."

"Okay~IndoMTL.com~Time is almost up, let me say one last sentence. Huashang, forgive dad for putting such a heavy burden on you, dad has no choice."

"Forgive dad..."

Zi Donglai's figure gradually faded, leaving only the words filled with infinite guilt slowly echoing.

"Father, don't worry, Huashang won't hate you." Zi Huashang's eyes were red, but he resisted tears.

Because she is already in Zidonglai, she won't cry anymore.

"Hey..." Ling Xian sighed, stepped forward and patted the woman's shoulder, and comforted: "Look at the beginning, the road ahead is very difficult, and you still need to go on bravely."

"I know." Zi Huashang nodded heavily, and then barely showed a bright smile.

With tears in the smile, the country is overwhelming.

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