Painting of the Nine Immortals Chapter 1779: Tricky

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On the Long Street, the middle-aged man begged, as did the soldiers behind him.

This made Ling Xian smile and confirmed his guess.

His identity is a capable person and a stranger, and his task is to help the middle-aged man defend the city. If he succeeds, he will be able to escape from the illusion. If he fails, he will be dead.

For him, this task has no difficulty at all.

What about thousands of monsters and monsters?

Even if you add women and others, you can't stop him!

Therefore, Ling Xian smiled brightly and agreed very happily.

"Haha, good, great."

Seeing Ling Xian nodding his head, the middle-aged man burst out laughing, full of joy.

The same goes for the soldiers behind him.

However, Ling Xian stopped smiling, or said he couldn't laugh anymore.

Just because, at the moment he nodded and agreed, his cultivation level began to slip, falling from the initial stage of the Transcendent Realm to the peak of the seventh realm.

If this were the only situation, Ling Xian would have a certain degree of certainty to guard this city. After all, he was not only added to the seven extreme realms, but also surpassed one extreme realm.

What's terrible is that he is now an ordinary monk, whether he is in the extreme realm or transcending the extreme realm, he has been blocked.

The current Lingxian, let alone singled out an army of monsters, I am afraid that even a woman can't beat it!

"Desperate."

Ling Xian is mad, not to mention the fact that his cultivation base has fallen, even the extreme combat power is blocked, how does this make him defend the city?

"With the help of strangers, we will surely defeat the monsters and survive the crisis!"

The middle-aged man laughed heartily, but Ling Xian shook his head and smiled bitterly.

If it were before, he could smash thousands of monsters and beasts into dregs with a slap. But at this moment, the two seventh stage peak monster beasts might have killed him.

In this case, what would he use to defend the city?

"The protagonist, it really wasn't that good to be the protagonist."

Ling Xian sighed secretly, helpless.

Guarding the city is the task given to him by the illusion, in other words, it is the only way to escape from the illusion. Even if it is as difficult as the sky, he has to bite the bullet.

At the moment, Ling Xian's expression turned solemn, and said: "City Lord, I don't know how many seventh-level monks are in the city?"

"Ten."

The middle-aged man showed his expressions, obviously he was very satisfied with this number and very proud.

Your uncle!

What's so proud of!

Ling Xian was full of black lines, and almost didn't spit out a mouthful of old blood.

There are over a thousand seventh-level monsters in the city. It is no exaggeration to say that even if one tenth is dispatched, it is enough to level the city.

"Santo, are you really kidding me?"

Ling Xian was helpless. When he thought of ten people against a thousand demons, he wanted to hit him to death.

Illusory is definitely playing him deliberately, how can ten people defend this city against a thousand demons?

"The stranger made a joke, how could I play with you?"

The middle-aged man frowned and said: "There are indeed ten seventh-level monks in this city, and without exception, they are all masters."

"Good hand?"

Ling Xian's eyes were slightly bright, and said: "But have you reached the extreme?"

"The foreigner is talking and laughing again. The extreme state can be easily reached, but the dog has reached the three extreme states." The middle-aged man smiled proudly.

"This is indeed something to be proud of, but if I am not mistaken, Ling Lang should not be among the ten." Ling Xian smiled bitterly.

"Inuzi is only a fourth-level monk now, so naturally he is not among the ten." The middle-aged man laughed.

"I knew it would be like this..."

Ling Xian wanted to cry without tears, completely helpless.

"The foreigner, I don't know if there is a way to retreat from the enemy?" the middle-aged man said eagerly.

"Don't talk, I'm a little dizzy, let me slow down."

Ling Xian has a headache and really doesn't know how to hold this city.

The gap is really too big. Ten seventh-level cultivators will be crushed into dregs after one face-to-face encounter, but one thing is certain, there must be a way.

Illusory will never set out an impossible task, otherwise, the move is meaningless.

It's just that Ling Xian can't see hope.

His combat power is locked, and the city's combat power can't be counted on. The only thing he can rely on is the formation and the rune.

But the shocking formation that can turn things around requires divine material and time, and the monster army is already under the city, how can he have time to arrange it?

"I know it will not be a desperate situation, but I can't see hope."

Ling Xian sighed softly. He didn't expect to encounter such a difficult problem when he first entered the Netherworld Continent.

"It seems that we are going to stand on the opposite side."

The woman gave Ling Xian a deep look, complicated and difficult to understand.

The situation is already very clear. She can only leave the illusion if she breaks the city, and breaking the city means that Ling Xian has failed.

The opposite is true.

I have to say, this is a very cruel thing, no matter who wins, the other party will perish forever.

Even if Lingxian and the woman are strangers, they will inevitably feel unbearable.

"Yes, the opposite with no room for change." Ling Xian sighed softly.

"Huangquan Road, don't blame me."

The woman shook her head and smiled bitterly, as did the three men.

Only the young man showed a slight smile, although it was very faint, he was caught by Ling Xian.

"Narrow-minded people."

Ling Xian secretly evaluated himself, and didn't bother to pay attention to the young man.

He smiled faintly and said: "You are so sure that you will win?"

"Isn't this something obvious?" The woman sighed, feeling that winning for the first time was also a pain.

"Obviously..."

Ling Xian murmured, faintly grasping the key, but couldn't think of it for a while.

"Unless you are a strong transcendent, how can you block the army of monsters?"

"There are thousands of monsters in the seventh realm. With the power of this city~IndoMTL.com~ there is absolutely no possibility of blocking it."

The woman did not ridicule, did not ridicule, but just stated a fact.

"Indeed."

Ling Xian sighed for a long time. The situation was so severe that there was no hope of seeing it.

"I don't want you to die, but I can't help it, please forgive me." The woman bowed to Ling Xian.

"Different positions, I understand."

Ling Xian waved his hand, she couldn't blame the woman, only the fantasy.

"Give some hope anyway."

Sighed helplessly, Ling Xian was almost crazy, and really couldn't figure out how to hold this city.

"Tsk tusk, someone is really a word."

"To say that I am the protagonist in the illusion, and I really become the protagonist. This is really envy of me."

"I just don't know, can you, the protagonist, turn the tide?"

The young man smiled, making it clear that he was gloating.

"Shut up!"

The woman scowled, and the other three men frowned.

"Hmph." The young man snorted coldly, and because of the woman, he did not continue to talk coldly.

But looking at Ling Xian's gaze was still full of joking.

"The word narrow-minded, really matches you."

Ling Xian glanced at the youth faintly, too lazy to pay attention to this kind of clown.

He just wants to find hope and hold this city, otherwise, he will be trapped in the illusion forever.

"So what? It's better than you, a dead man."

The young man sneered and spoke, his figure faded and he appeared outside the city.

The same goes for women and others.

This means that the war is about to kick off. Whether it is life or death, it depends on whether Ling Xian can turn the tide and defend this city.

"Do you want to start..."

Ling Xianxing's eyes narrowed, making it more difficult than ever.

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