Painting of the Nine Immortals Chapter 1472: Poisoning

On the top of the mountain, Ling Xian frowned and fell silent. "ΩωωiLα Dedication"

There is no doubt that the nine battlefields at this moment are extremely dangerous, no different from the forbidden land of ten deaths and no life.

So, staying in the Red River Valley is undoubtedly the best choice. Even if the coalition forces are defeated, he will not die, but what about after?

Once the Demon Sect ruled the Xuanwu Continent, how could there be a place for him to live? Even if he took 10,000 steps back, he left the Xuanwu Continent alive, but after all, it was difficult to get rid of the extraterritorial celestial demon.

Therefore, Ling Xian was silent for a long while and decided to go with the man.

Although this may not be the last battle, it is also very important, and he does not want to be absent.

At the moment, Ling Xian said in a deep voice: "I'll go with you, and change someone to guard the Red River Valley."

"You..." The white-clothed man sighed and said: "Tell you the truth, most people have no hope in this battle. Therefore, I don't want you to die."

"I understand, can you survive if you don't go?" Ling Xian smiled faintly.

"Of course, even if the coalition forces are really defeated, you can still save your life." The white man believed firmly.

"Is there a dead egg under the covered nest?" Ling Xian sighed lightly, and said, "I and the Demon Gate are as deep as the sea. Once the Demon Gate rules the Xuanwu Continent, no matter how big the world is, there will be no place for me. ."

"Even so, you have a chance to escape."

"No need to say more, you saved the lives of everyone in the Red River Valley. I will never allow you to participate in the war."

"What's more, even if you go, you can't control the situation."

The white-clothed man looked at Ling Xian seriously, and said: "Listen to me, stay in the Red River Valley. Once the news of the defeat of the coalition forces comes, leave immediately."

"Legs are on me, you can't stop me." Ling Xian smiled lightly, and suddenly felt weak and weak.

This made him frown, quite shaken.

First, I didn't notice it, second, Fenxie True Fire did not change, and third, I didn't expect that the man would actually poison himself.

At the moment, Ling Xian looked slightly cold, and said: "You actually poisoned me..."

"It is not a poison, but a medicine. "ωωωiLα is more and more complete""

"This medicine is colorless, tasteless, intangible and qualityless. It is not only harmless to the human body, but beneficial."

"It will make it difficult for creatures to move in a short period of time, but when the strength of the medicine is over, it will increase the level of cultivation."

The white-clothed man smiled faintly and said: "Originally, I planned to use it on myself, but you saved me and wanted to go to war, so I gave it to you."

"No wonder Fen Xie Shenyan didn't move. It turned out to be a good and harmless medicine for me." Ling Xian suddenly smiled.

Although this medicine is good for him, he can't move in a short time. When he can act, I am afraid that the Ninth Battlefield will have already decided the victory or defeat.

"Well, you took great pains to let me stay." Ling Xian sighed.

"You are my savior, I must not just watch you go to death."

The white-clothed man smiled faintly, seeing Lingxian running the law to resolve the power of the medicine, and said: "You don't need to waste your energy. This is not a poison. You can't solve it if you use your means to reach the sky."

"I want to know, how long can it detain me?" Ling Xian was silent for a while.

"As little as seven days, as many as three months."

The white-clothed man smiled brightly and said: "Just count as the minimum seven days, and you won't have time to join the war."

"Not necessarily, give me five days, I can let Yaojin pass." Ling Xian smiled faintly, he had already tried it, and if he did it with all his strength, he could make Yaojin disappear in five days.

After all, his physical body has reached the seventh state, and his resistance is very strong in all aspects.

"Sure enough, even the candidate for the Emperor of God, without seven days, still wants Yaojin to disappear."

The man in white took a deep look at Ling Xian and said, "It's a pity that you won't have time in five days."

"I have to give it a try anyway, in case it's too late." Ling Xian said in silence.

"Stay at ease in the Red River Valley, I will send someone to guard this place, lest you be disturbed by others."

"If I come back alive, I will drink three hundred cups with you. If I die in battle, please live well."

"Okay, don't talk nonsense, I'm leaving."

The white-clothed man smiled freely, turned into a silver dragon, and left.

In the next instant, eleven figures cut through the sky, rushing to different locations with moths fighting to the fire, but they were destined to be the same fierce battlefield.

This made Ling Xian silent, looking at the direction where the twelve people disappeared, without looking away for a long time.

They may not all be good people, they may have committed a lot of sins, but at this moment, they are worthy of respect.

"The last battle, are you going to miss it..." Ling Xian sighed helplessly.

The power of the medicine is too strong, even he is sore and weak, it is difficult to gather energy.

"I will try my best whether it is too late or not."

Ling Xian's gaze turned firm, fighting destiny to turn the fate of heaven and earth, and striving to resolve the medicine as soon as possible.

It's a pity that after three days, Yaojin is still so strong.

This made Ling Xian bitter, but he didn't give up. Finally, at sunrise on the fifth day, Yao Jin completely disappeared.

Immediately, the majestic energy gushed out, nourishing his internal organs and the eight meridians.

Suddenly, his cultivation base began to increase, and eventually, he stopped at the early peak of the Ming Dao realm.

In other words, he is only one step away from the middle stage of Ming Dao realm.

"A good medicine, if I only rely on penance, I want to achieve this step, and it will take years to say nothing."

Ling Xian sighed with emotion, and then gathered the Nine Heavens Divine Wings, planning the nine battlefields ahead.

Although five days have passed, there is no news. In other words, there is no decision.

However, just as Ling Xian rose into the sky, there was a sound of fighting from the outside of Red River Valley.

"What's the matter, is it that the Demon Sect has sent soldiers again?" Ling Xian frowned.

The Red River Valley is of great strategic significance. It is worse than the other nine battlefields and must not be lost.

Therefore, he could only temporarily abandon his plan to go to the Ninth Battlefield and fly to the outskirts of the Red River Valley instead.

After a few breaths, Ling Xian appeared outside of the Red River Valley, his expression suddenly dignified.

It's just because the magic door has come back. Although there are not many people, there are only three, but they are all strong in the early Ming Dao realm!

"My guess is indeed correct. Tiaohulishan is true, and the magic gate has not given up on the Red River Valley."

"The other nine battlefields are not fake. This time, the magic gate wants to win ten battlefields in one fell swoop and establish the victory!"

Ling Xian sighed secretly and entered the arena like a wandering dragon, crossing between the coalition forces and the three seventh-level powerhouses.

Suddenly, nearly 30,000 people looked happy, and the three Supreme Elders of the Demon Gate all smiled.

Icy smile.

"You really are here."

An old man in purple clothed his mouth with a cold voice, killing intent on the frozen land~IndoMTL.com~ swept the wasteland.

The other two are also murderous, bursting into cold light.

"Are you here to find death?" Ling Xian glanced at the three of them faintly, and the white robe danced without wind.

"Hahaha, ridiculous!"

The old man in purple laughed wildly and said: "You don't weigh how many catties you have. It's really stupid."

"Okay, stop talking nonsense, come to the fight!"

Ling Xian was thinking about the Nine Great Battlefields, so he didn't bother to talk nonsense with a few people, and he didn't need to talk nonsense.

The original hatred is as deep as the sea, and it is at a critical moment. Why do you need to say more?

There is only one word.

Kill!

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