Painting of the Nine Immortals Chapter 2014: The 8th fairy

On the Death Star, Ling Xian smiled faintly, quite pleased.

Not only because he achieved a brilliant victory without any effort, but also because he kept one hand and didn't let the big formation completely collapse.

In other words, he can use this to gather lifeless energy and refine it into treasure.

Of course, it can't be like a black ball of light, with unlimited potential and invincible of the same level.

But what is certain is that once refined, it can definitely threaten the ninth realm powerhouse!

"Time is running out, hurry up."

Ling Xian constricted to smile, and raised his hand in a pattern, igniting the broken formation.

Suddenly, this formation showed its remaining power, although it was weak, but it also gathered some lifelessness.

After that, the dead energy condenses into a ball of light, and after a few breaths, it is completely formed.

On the one hand, there is not much lifelessness, and on the other hand, Lingxian Formation Dao is a master of God.

If you are someone else, even if you keep your hands, it is impossible to let the remnant formation show its surplus, let alone refine the dead energy into a treasure in a few breaths.

"A powerful force..."

Ling Xian Xing's eyes narrowed as he looked at the pitch-black light ball, feeling a little frightened.

At the same time, I am quite satisfied.

Although this treasure has only one percent of the true light orb's power and can only be used once, it is also quite powerful. If used properly, it can definitely threaten the ninth realm powerhouse.

"This trip is worthwhile."

Ling Xian smiled faintly. He came here for the inheritance of the spirit master. Although he didn't get it, it was enough to weaken the strength of Ten Thousand Saint Sect.

What's more, he got another big killer that could threaten the ninth realm powerhouse, which naturally satisfied him.

At the moment, Ling Xian put the light ball into the bag, and then the divine wing broke through the air, leaving at a swift speed.

Soon, he left the Death Star and was completely safe.

After that, Ling Xian took out the star boat and flew towards the bright moon.

This trip can be said to be a rewarding experience, not to mention, just embarking on an endless path is an amazing harvest.

Even if it is the invincible saint ancestor, the immortal immortal, there may not be such a chance.

So, Ling Xian was very satisfied and planned to return to Chaos Academy for meditation.

And at this moment, the sound of refining the sky suddenly sounded, making him startled slightly, and then the star pupils lit up.

Because the eighth true fairy has regained consciousness.

Several immortals in the Nine Immortals Picture, one fiercer than the other, are all great figures left in history and immortal.

A few years ago, Lingxian was expecting the eighth fairy to wake up, but now that he finally woke up, he was naturally looking forward to it.

At the moment, his heart moved, and he entered the Nine Immortals Picture.

After that, Ling Xian was stunned.

It's just because the nine-century picture of the nine immortals has undergone earth-shattering changes. It was originally a beautiful landscape and pleasant scenery, but now it is a thousand miles of land and a desolation.

If it is not certain that Nine Immortals will not have an accident, Ling Xian would think that if the Immortal King took action and crippled this small world.

"Where is Yanghun Mountain? How many immortals?"

Ling Xian frowned, and he couldn't see the majestic Yanghun Mountain, nor the few immortals floating out of the dust. What he saw was a barrenness.

"Nine Immortals can't have an accident. If you want to come, it should be an illusion."

"Master once said that the eighth true immortal will test me, is this the test?"

Ling Xianxing squinted his eyes, knowing that this was probably the test given to him by the eighth fairy, but he couldn't guess what the test was.

"Don't guess, just wait patiently."

Ling Xian smiled faintly, then closed his eyes and rested, waiting patiently.

This class is three years.

Nine Immortals are still a thousand miles of red land, a desolate area, let alone trials, and I haven't even seen a personal image.

"Could it be a test of my patience?" Ling Xian frowned slightly with a hint of impatience.

He has no lack of patience. If nothing happens, he can wait three hundred years, but the universe is facing a huge threat at this moment. How can he waste time here?

"Finally, wait a minute."

Ling Xian sighed lightly, immersed in his mind and focused on cultivation.

In the blink of an eye, another three years have passed, and the Nine Immortals have not changed, making Ling Xian more anxious.

The Five Elements Confinement Array can last for at most forty years. How many six years can he waste?

"What exactly does the eighth immortal want to test, is it really patience?"

Ling Xian shook his head and smiled bitterly. For the monk, patience is very important. If there is no threat from the alien ancestor, he doesn't mind waiting to the end.

However, the alien ancestor is about to be born, how can he waste time?

At the moment, Ling Xian stood up and arched his hands toward the void: "Fairy forgive me, and I can’t wait any longer."

After finishing speaking, his figure flashed, and he wanted to leave Jiuxiantu.

As a result, he stayed where he was, unable to leave.

"What does the fairy mean? It won't be long before the alien ancestor will be born."

"In this age of inability to enlighten, the ancestor means invincibility, and one person can sweep the entire universe!"

"Therefore, I can't waste time. Please also ask the fairy to let me go."

Ling Xian frowned, wondering what kind of medicine was sold in the eighth true fairy gourd.

"You have also said that this is an era where enlightenment is impossible. Even if it is given to you for four hundred or four thousand years, you will not be able to stop the alien ancestors."

The words of indifference sounded, illusory, and it is difficult to find their ancestry.

"Got to try."

Ling Xian's eyes are firm, he knows how difficult it is to kill the saint ancestor, even if he becomes a god, he may not be able to do it.

But, you can't just wait and die.

"The faith is firm, but unfortunately, nothing can be changed."

"Stay here and let you go in three hundred years."

The words of indifference came, and then there was no sound, no matter how Ling Xian called ~IndoMTL.com~, it didn't appear anymore.

"Three hundred years..."

Ling Xian smiled bitterly, the birth of the holy ancestor is imminent, he can't wait for thirty years, let alone three hundred years?

At the moment, he tried various methods to break the invisible imprisonment and leave Jiuxiantu.

Without exception, all failed.

The imprisonment is too strong, even if Lingxian uses all his methods, it can't shake a single minute.

"Can you just watch the universe collapse?" Ling Xian clenched his hands into fists, angrily in his heart.

He didn't know what the Eighth Immortal wanted to do, but he knew that if he were to be imprisoned for 300 years, the universe would definitely be destroyed!

So Ling Xian went crazy.

However, no matter what he said, the Eighth Immortal did not show up.

Gradually, Ling Xian became helpless, knowing that he had no choice but to wait.

"Forget it, that's it."

Ling Xian let out a long sigh, then calmed down and focused on cultivation.

Although the universe will definitely be destroyed in three hundred years, and cultivation is meaningless, but he does not want to give up.

Therefore, Ling Xian practiced quietly and did not care about world affairs.

Time is like an arrow, the sun and the moon are like a shuttle, in a blink of an eye, a hundred years of time hurriedly slipped away.

Ling Xian's heart calmed down, there was no impatience, no worries, and some just calmed down.

After another hundred years, his heart became calmer and his whole body was like a clay sculpture, motionless.

What's strange is that after two hundred years of cultivation, Ling Xian's cultivation base has not been hardened, and he still stays at the peak of the mid-Transcendent realm, which is still a step away from the later stage.

In this way, another hundred years have passed, and the Nine Immortal Map finally changed, from a thousand miles of red land to a beautiful landscape.

...

For these two days, I have been troubled by everything, and I slept for two to three hours a day. Please forgive me, fellow daoists.

It won’t be interrupted. For two years, there hasn’t been a day of interruption. It’s just that the time may be late. I will try my best to adjust.