Painting of the Nine Immortals Chapter 1471: 90 people

The Red River Valley is a vast area with winding mountains and towering ancient trees. It is a treasure that is easy to defend and difficult to attack.

At this moment, the morning sun was born, shed light golden brilliance, setting off the figure sitting on the top of the mountain like a god, detached above all beings.

It is Ling Xian.

His star eyes are closed tightly, Dao Mark is added to his body, breathing in heaven and earth aura, enhancing his cultivation.

Unfortunately, the effect is minimal. It is like a stone falling into the sea, and a ripple is hard to splash.

There is no other way. When it comes to the seventh state, cultivation becomes more difficult. It would take hundreds of years to break through a small realm just by breathing out aura.

For this reason, Ling Xian felt urgency. Although he still has hundreds of years to live, don't forget that there is a Tianyuan curse inside him.

This kind of curse is terrifying and insidious, and it will eat into his lifespan a little bit, especially after swallowing a hundred steps, the power is even more powerful.

According to Ling Xian's estimation, every day, the Tianyuan curse will consume his four days of life. In other words, when someone else spends one day, he is equivalent to five days.

As a result, he naturally felt urgent. However, he also understands that whether it is a breakthrough or a drug search, it depends on chance, and he can't be anxious.

"Let's go with the flow, the top priority is to deal with the magic door."

Ling Xian sighed lightly, frowning at the thought of the magic door.

It has been half a year since the last battle. In the past six months, the Demon Gate has not sent soldiers here, as if it had forgotten the Red River Valley.

However, the situation in the remaining nine battlefields has become more severe. Every time there is news, the situation is a bit worse.

Faced with the weird and powerful magic door, the coalition forces were shackled and defeated steadily. If it weren't for the advantage in numbers, I'm afraid that the other nine battlefields would have collapsed long ago.

From the current situation, a crash will happen sooner or later, unless it can crack all kinds of weird methods of the magic door.

"The situation is very grim. The methods of the extraterritorial demon are too weird and unfamiliar. There is no way to start."

Thinking of the news from the Ninth Battlefield, Ling Xian sighed, worried.

The Demon Gate is an indigenous force in the Xuanwu Continent. No matter how weird the methods are, the major forces will understand a little bit, and will not be beaten so badly. But the fact is that he was beaten and had no power to fight back, which proved that those weird methods came from extraterrestrial demon.

"I hope that the major forces can abandon their selfishness and join forces to fight the enemy." Ling Xian muttered to himself.

Although the battle hasn't reached the critical moment, it is already very serious. If the major forces are selfish, then this battle will not be able to fight.

And just as he frowned and thought, a silver dragon pierced through the clouds and broke through the air, and the moment it landed, it turned into a human form, and it was the man in white.

He locked his eyebrows tightly, and said in a deep voice: "Something has happened!"

"What's the matter?" Ling Xian frowned slightly.

"The magic gate increased its troops on the nine battlefields. It seems that even if it is not a decisive battle, it is still trying to defeat the coalition forces on the nine battlefields." The white-clothed man is concise.

"It doesn't make sense. Although the magic gate is powerful, judging from the number of top powerhouses, the coalition still has the advantage."

"It was just because of selfishness that the major forces did not do their best."

"So, the way to be beneficial to the magic door should be to fight a war of attrition, to make a decisive victory, but to force the major forces to abandon their selfishness, and there is no benefit to the magic door."

Ling Xian was suspicious, unable to understand the plan of the magic door.

"You are right, but that is the old almanac."

The white-clothed man smiled bitterly and said: "Guess, how many strong men have been sent by the magic door?"

"When is it, you still let me guess? Say it quickly." Ling Xian frowned, and his tone became heavy.

"Speaking of it, it's unbelievable. How can there be so many powerful people in the magic door?"

The man in white sighed with emotion, and said: "The Demon Sect has sent ten masters of the Ming Dao realm to each battlefield, that is to say, a total of ninety people."

"Ninety masters of the Dao?" Ling Xian's body was shocked, and his character was also shocked.

That is a rare seventh-level power, not a small monk that can be seen everywhere, even if the top powers are added together, it may not be ninety.

Although the Demon Sect has a profound background, it is only a power after all, how can it be possible to have ninety Ming Dao realm powerhouses?

"This is impossible. Although the Demon Sect has been handed down for 100,000 years, no power in the world can dominate it."

"On the number of top powerhouses, no power can match."

"But the ninety masters of Ming Dao realm are too incredible."

Ling Xian furrowed his brows. He spent some time in the Demon Gate Cave Heaven, and he was sure that the Demon Gate only had thirty Ming Dao realm cultivators at most.

Some people have died in the past two years. At present, it is not bad if there are twenty people left. How can it be as many as ninety?

"I also think it's incredible. It's a fantasy, but it's true."

The white-clothed man smiled bitterly and said: "Ninety Ming Daoist monks are not bad, they are all flesh and blood, not puppets, nor monsters."

Hearing this, Ling Xian's brow furrowed tighter. He was sure that at most there were only twenty seventh-level monks left in the Demon Sect. Where did the remaining seventy come from?

Is it possible that it is an extraterritorial demon?

Thinking of this possibility, Ling Xian's heart sank suddenly, and his expression became gloomy.

If he guessed correctly, the problem is even more serious.

Although Ling Xian didn't know what the extraterritorial demon had attempted, he knew that once the extraterritorial demon enters the Xuanwu Continent, something bad will definitely happen!

"Together with the nine great battlefields, there were originally 18 Ming Dao realm masters, but now, there are 108."

"This is an incredible number. Even if the major forces are added together, it may not be enough to make up a hundred powerful men."

"Therefore, the leaders of the major powers have already issued orders and asked me to wait for support."

The white-clothed man sighed, faintly showing despair.

One hundred and eight masters of Ming Dao, this number is too terrible, whoever changes it will inevitably feel desperate.

"Could it be that Xuanwu Continent doesn't have the eighth-level power?" Ling Xian frowned.

"Maybe, maybe not, but one thing is certain, the eighth realm has not yet appeared."

The white man had no choice but to say: "In other words, he can only fight to the death."

"Death battle...what a heavy word." Ling Xian sighed, and said, "You are all gone, what about Red River Valley? What if by any chance, the magic gate is to adjust the tiger away from the mountain?"

"Hundred and eight strong men of Ming Dao have lined up, even if the tiger is moved away from the mountain, we can only be fooled."

"The nine battlefields are very important. If they are occupied by the magic gate, the situation will be even more precarious."

"Not to mention~IndoMTL.com~This is very likely to be the last battle. There is no such thing as turning the tiger away from the mountain."

The man in white smiled bitterly, obviously without hope.

Seeing this, Ling Xian pondered for a moment, and said in a deep voice: "I'll go with you."

"No, you have to guard this place."

The white-clothed man refused, saying: "The Red River Valley is also very important. You must leave a Ming Daojing monk to sit down. You are undoubtedly the best candidate."

"My ancient Buddha relic, maybe it can help." Ling Xian said.

"It's useless, since you broke that special method, this method has never appeared again."

The man in white sighed and said, "So, you should stay."

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