Painting of the Nine Immortals Chapter 1984: Successful

In the hall, Ling Xian sighed softly, his eyes turned firm. One ≥ novel＞≧≦﹤≤≦≤≤﹤

The secret wounds of the old man in white made the good situation a difficult situation. Only when he took action, there was a glimmer of hope.

"Little friends..."

The Master's Palace advocated opening the mouth, and in the end, it could only be turned into a sigh.

Ning Fengyu and others are the same.

They are all great masters of Dao, how can they not understand that they must have five people? The reason why they are vying to shoulder the responsibility of the two people is because they don't want Ling Xian to take action.

He has to condense the seal and release the power of the source, both of which require a high degree of concentration. For any creature, it is a huge test.

"Stop talking, I can only carry this burden."

Ling Xian sighed softly and silenced the master of the Temple of Gods and the others.

For a while, the hall became quiet, and it took a long time for the master of the Master's Hall to break the silence.

"My little friend, this is too difficult, otherwise...give up."

After hearing this, Ning Fengyu and others also spoke up, persuading Lingxian to give up.

"I said, if the spirit of the immortal cauldron cannot be awakened this time, it will aggravate its injuries and it will be difficult to wake up again."

Ling Xian's eyes looked around the audience, and said in a deep voice: "We only have this chance, fight for it, at least there is hope."

"But, the load on you is too great, I'm afraid of you..." The Master of the Artisan Palace sighed, and stopped talking.

This is not simply a matter of one mind and two purposes, nor is it something that can be ended in a few breaths. Whether it is to condense the seal or release the original power, it requires a high level of concentration and must be maintained for a long time.

Once you make a mistake, you will not only fail, but you will also be hit hard.

"Stop talking, we have no retreat."

Ling Xian sighed. He knew how difficult it is to condense the seal at the same time to release the power of the source, but even if it is as difficult as the sky, he must take action!

Otherwise, there is really no hope.

"Since you have decided, I won't say more."

The Lord of the Temple of Gods sighed for a long time, and said: "Let go, don't be pressured. If you fail, no one will blame you."

"Before the fight, let's say we lose, is the lord so not confident in me?"

Ling Xian smiled faintly, looking at the qi swallowing mountains and rivers, the spiritual Zhen Shiding looming, and said: "We will definitely succeed, we must!"

Speaking, he grabbed a smile and said: "Concentrate, we, there is no way out."

Hearing this, the expressions of several great masters all became solemn, and they were all immersed in their minds and went all out. Ling Xian is even more so.

Whether it is to condense the seal or release the power of the source, he needs a high degree of concentration and can't tolerate any slack.

As a result, he was under pressure, but he turned pressure into motivation.

One day, the universe will face the flames of war. At that time, fairy weapons will be an indispensable combat power, and may not play a decisive role, but it is better than nothing.

Therefore, Ling Xian has a firm conviction and vows to revive the spirit of the immortal tripod!

Boom!

The power of the original source emerged, and the endless stream fell on the Zhenshiding Ding. The five great masters of Qidao did their best to repair the spirit of the Immortal Ding.

In the beginning, Lingxian's expression was as usual, as steady as Mount Tai.

However, as time passed, his face paled a bit, and ten days later, he was even more top-heavy, almost fainting.

This makes the Master of the Temple of Gods and the others worried, but helpless.

Fortunately, Ling Xian persisted.

Although he was faltering, his hands in Jieyin were firm as a rock, without trembling at all.

This moved everyone present, and asked themselves, if they were to be replaced, I am afraid they would have long been unable to hold on.

"What a powerful belief..."

The master of the Temple of Gods Artisan sighed, saying: "My little friend, if you can't hold on, just give up, your health is important."

"I finally got to this point, how can I give up?" Ling Xian smiled forcefully, his faith still not wavering at all.

He formed seals on his left hand, and the mysterious mighty force was condensed, and his right hand released the original power to warm up the spirit of the immortal tripod.

The time passed bit by bit. Seven days later, Ling Xian became weaker and unable to stand steady.

However, his hands are still firm, as if rooted in the air, unshakable.

Such a firm will moved everyone present, and they were all more or less admired.

Even the master of the Temple of Gods, admiration emerged in his heart.

He looked at Ling Xian, who was unable to stand still, but never fell, his expression became firm.

The same goes for the other three great masters.

The spirit of Ling Xian infected them and made their hearts firmer than ever.

Three days later, Lingxian's consciousness began to fall apart. The reason why he hadn't fallen down was entirely because of a belief supporting him.

But how long can it last?

An hour? Or two hours?

Everyone didn't know, but they knew that it was quite incredible that Ling Xian could stick to this point, and it would be impossible for any of them to do it.

"Almost, I can feel that Zhen Shiding's spirit is awakening!"

The eyes of the Lord of the Temple of Gods are bright and refreshing.

The same is true for the others. At the moment, they are doing their best to mobilize the power of the source.

"Finally waited..."

Ling Xian smiled, and the mysterious mighty power condensed in his left hand exploded.

This method can only be used at the last juncture to awaken the spirit of the fairy artifact. At this moment, it is the last juncture.

Therefore, Ling Xian played the mysterious mighty force that had been condensed for a long time, and completed the last step.

Boom!

The immeasurable light blooms in the Zhenshixian Ding, shining like a round of immortal scorching sun, shining for nine days, dazzling and dazzling.

At the same time, the monstrous power swept through the wilds, like an immortal king, causing the crowd to retreat back and forth.

Even the master of the Master's Palace is no exception.

You need to know that except Lingxian, all of this place is a ninth realm power, but it can't resist this aura. One can imagine how powerful this power is.

"Wake up, Zhen Shiding's spirit is awake!"

The master of the Hall of Gods and Craftsman wept with joy. In order to restore the spirit of the Hall of Gods and Craftsmanship, the Hall of Gods and Craftsman has devoted too much effort. Each generation of leaders has set the goal of repairing the Hall of Gods and Ding in his life.

Unfortunately, tens of thousands of years have passed, and there is not even a glimmer of hope.

At the moment, Zhen Shiding's spirit awakened in his hands, which naturally made him tearful with excitement.

The other great masters were also excited. Although there is no such exaggeration as the master of the Temple of Gods, they are also ecstatic.

"Successful..."

Ling at the big dark cauldron that swallows the world, Ling Xian raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a relaxed and happy smile.

After that, he felt that the world was spinning, and he fell into a severe coma.

As early as three days ago~IndoMTL.com~Ling Xian was already very weak. The reason why he can persist until now is supported by his faith.

At the moment, Zhen Shiding's spirit awakens, letting his tense spirit relax, naturally it is difficult to hold on.

"Little friend Ling!"

Seeing that Lingxian fell to the ground, the lord of the Temple of Gods was shocked. Because of the joy of Zhenshi Dingling's awakening, he suddenly disappeared.

At the moment, the master of the Temple of Gods and Craftsmen came to Ling Xian for the first time, and saw that he was still breathing, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"Fortunately, although weak, but at least still alive."

The master of the Temple of Gods and Crafts took a long sigh of relief, looking at Ling Xian's pale face, and said: "You are the greatest contributor to the revival of Zhen Shi Ding Ling. If you were killed because of this, I would be ashamed for the rest of my life."

Speaking, he supported Ling Xian with mana and flew towards the back mountain.

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The third chapter may be written very late, fellow daoists, don’t wait, read it tomorrow morning.