Painting of the Nine Immortals Chapter 1917: Hand bones

In the secret realm, Luo Xinjieqiao's face was pale, her eyes dimmed, and she was obviously on the verge of death. ＞1 novel＞＞≦≤≦

The power left by Hanmang is too weird. It not only swallows her vitality, but also destroys her soul. Before long, she will be destroyed.

This made Ling Xian frowned, helpless.

He doesn't even know what Hanmang is, how can he erase this power?

At the moment, he made a decision, intending to re-enter the big formation to find out what Hanman is.

Only in this way, it is possible to pull Luo Xinjie out of the ghost gate.

"Ahem, do you want to go in?"

Luo Xinjie guessed Ling Xian's plan, and said with a strong smile: "If you have this heart, I will be content, listen to me, don't enter."

"I can't just watch you die." Ling Xian frowned, and Luo Xinjie was kind to him, so naturally he couldn't stand by.

"I don't want you to die either."

Luo Xinjie sighed slightly: "With your current cultivation base, you can't stop that cold light at all. If you enter, you will only become like me."

After hearing this, Ling Xian was silent.

Hanmang is terrible, he has seen it before, and even Luo Xinjie can't stop it. If he enters, it will be more ugly than good.

But this is the only way. He has to figure out what Hanmang is in order to save Luo Xinjie.

"Listen to me, don't go."

"It is also a great blessing to die in your arms."

Luo Xinjie chuckled, enchanting and still dazzling.

"You are dead now, but you are dead on the ground."

Ling Xian took a deep look at Luo Xinjie and said: "When I come back, I will hug you again."

"Are you really going?" Luo Xinjie asked seriously.

"I have decided. All you have to do is hold on and wait for me to come back." Ling Xian said solemnly.

"Okay, I'll wait for you."

Luo Xinxie smiled and said: "Wait for you to come back and hug me."

After hearing this, Ling Xian no longer hesitated, and stepped into the big formation.

Suddenly, the cold light broke through the air, showing its sharp edge like a fairy sword, terrifying.

This made Ling Xian's hair stand upright and his scalp numb.

It's really terrible, it's really going to crack the ground and open the sky!

However, he was already prepared, so he shot the Emperor Fist and Immortal Bone in an instant, delaying Hanmang's sky-breaking momentum.

In the next instant, Ling Xian moved three feet across, avoiding the cold light.

He ran the world, trying to see exactly what Hanmang was, but unfortunately, he could only see the superficial divine light and white mist.

Swipe!

The cold light was turned around, and the void shattered, like a mad dragon out of the abyss, terribly outrageous.

This changed Ling Xian's color, and he split the void with his bare hands, which could have escaped the blow.

At the same time, burning the world and immortal bone prestige, condensed into an eternal round of scorching sun, the fire shining through the sky, shining the cold light.

The light faded, the white mist dissipated, revealing a ghostly hand bone.

It's pitch black, lingering in the dead, like the hand of the legendary demon god, it has the power to open the sky!

"A hand bone..."

Ling Xianxing's eyes narrowed, quite shaking.

He originally thought that Hanmang was a powerful treasure. After all, it wounded Luo Xin in an instant, but he didn't expect it to be a bone in his hand.

This means that this bone lord must be an incredibly strong person, otherwise, it would never be possible for Luo Xinjie to have the power to fight back.

Crack!

The bones of the hands are broken and empty, like a world-famous demon.

It is extremely powerful, let alone Ling Xian whose cultivation base has been suppressed, even in his heyday, he has no ability to resist.

As a result, Ling Xian was blown away and couldn't stop coughing up blood.

However, his star pupils lit up, because he knew what the force that swallowed Luo Xin's vitality was.

Dead!

In other words, it's the strength of death and hand bones.

The reason why Ling Xian didn't see that it was lifelessness was because the strength of the hand bones was more obvious, which covered up the lifelessness.

But in the final analysis, it was the death energy that swallowed Luo Xinjie's vitality, causing the second-grade **** pill to lose its effect.

In other words, as long as you can get rid of death, you can save Luo Xinjie!

"There is a treasure of isolation and death here. Since it can be completely isolated, it will certainly be able to drive away death."

"Just, where is this thing?"

Ling Xian's eyebrows were light, and he set off a spirit storm that swept the entire array.

Unfortunately, nothing happened.

Except for the weird hand bones, nothing else exists here.

This made Ling Xian realize that he was wrong from the very beginning, whether it was the old spring or the treasure of isolation from the dead, it was not in the big formation at all.

The significance of this formation is to seal the bones of the hand and prevent it from being born.

Aware of this, Ling Xian tore the void without saying a word, and wanted to leave here.

Unfortunately, it was too late.

The bones of the hands were open to the sky, fierce and powerful, and shocked Ling Xian to spit blood and tottering.

What's more terrible is that a pitch-black handprint appeared on his right chest. Although there was no wound, lifelessness had penetrated into his body.

Suddenly, Ling Xian's vitality was extremely drained, and his spirit was a bit weakened.

"It's awful."

Ling Xian smiled bitterly, but did not panic.

Before he came in, he had expected it, or in other words, he was ready to fall.

However, he may not die, as long as he finds something that isolates the dead, he and Luo Xinjie will both live. At the moment, Ling Xian opened the way by burning the world and immortal bones, and after paying a huge price, finally left the big formation.

The killing intent is dissipated, the fierce power is reduced, the weird hand bones are not chasing, nor can they chase.

The meaning of this formation is to trap it. Although it was cracked by Lingxian, it did not completely collapse. It still has the ability to imprison it.

"Are you injured too?"

Seeing Ling Xian's body covered in blood, Luo Xinjie's pretty face changed, unable to conceal his worry.

"It's the same as you." Ling Xian chuckled lightly, piercing his white clothes with his fingers, revealing his chest with black handprints.

This made Luo Xinjie pale in shock, and said angrily: "Don't let you go, you are going, why don't you listen to me?"

Speaking, she was anxious and spurted blood.

This made Ling Xian's complexion change, and she drew herself into Luo Xin's arms and said: "I am indeed injured, but I have found a way to save my life."

"Really?" Luo Xinjie's eyes lit up.

"Natural."

Ling Xian smiled faintly and said: "As long as we can find a way to isolate the dead, none of us can die."

"You mean, this force is lifeless?" Luo Xin was startled.

"Yes, we were wrong from the beginning, thinking that the treasure of isolation is in the big formation, but it is not."

"This large formation is used to seal the hand bone, which is the Hanmang."

"If I didn't guess wrong, the treasure of isolation should be deeper."

Ling Xian Xing's eyes squinted ~IndoMTL.com~ to look ahead.

"So that's it,"

Luo Xinjie sighed lightly, but he didn't expect to walk into a misunderstanding from the beginning.

"Hold on a little longer. When I get the treasure, we will be saved." Ling Xian smiled gently and liberated Luo Xin to the ground.

"I will hold on until you come back, and hope you will come as promised." Luo Xinjie looked at Ling Xian earnestly, unable to conceal his worries.

"Don't worry, I won't let you die." Ling Xian restrained his smile and turned firm.

After that, he braced his body forcibly, bypassed the big formation, and moved forward with difficulty.

After a while, he saw a dense forest full of vitality.

The ancient trees are towering to the sky, and the flowers are blooming. The vitality here is to the extreme, making Ling Xian's star pupils bright.

"Finally, I came to the right place."