Painting of the Nine Immortals Chapter 2353: Innovation method
In the cave, Lu Yunmeng buried his head on Ling Xian’s chest and whispered: "Master, I miss you so much."
"I miss Yunmeng too." Ling Xian smiled lightly, stroked Lu Yunmeng's hair, enjoying this rare warm atmosphere.
"Liar, why didn't I come back sooner? After disappearing for so long, do you know how much I miss you?" Lu Yunmeng pursed his mouth, full of resentment.
During Ling Xian's absence, she would stand on the top of Zhentian Peak every day, staring at the bottom of the mountain, looking forward to the shadowy figure.
"It's not good to be a teacher." Ling Xian sighed softly. If he came back two months earlier, Lu Yunmeng would not suffer.
"What makes me most angry is that you actually left without saying goodbye." Lu Yunmenghu said with a face, angrily: "Next time you dare to leave without saying goodbye, I will ignore you again."
"Okay, assure the teacher, there will be no next time." Ling Xian smiled.
"It's almost the same." Lu Yunmeng smiled satisfied, holding Lingxian and refused to let go.
"During the time I am away, can your Talismanism attainments be diligent?" Ling Xian smiled.
"Of course there is." Lu Yunmeng smiled triumphantly and said: "I have broken through to the realm of a master."
Hearing this, a hint of surprise flashed in Ling Xian's eyes. He didn't expect that in just a few months, Lu Yunmeng would set foot in the realm of a master.
Be aware that when he left Kunlun Star, Lu Yunmeng was just a high-level symbol ℉long℉feng℉wen℉study, ww↓w.cf▲wx.n√et teacher, in just a few months, he entered the realm of masters. , Is undoubtedly shocking the world.
But after another thought, Ling Xian was relieved.
Lu Yunmeng is a legendary body close to amulet. No one has the talent of Fu Dao. It is reasonable to set foot in the realm of a master in such a short period of time.
"Not bad." Ling Xian smiled mildly and pondered for a moment, planning to pass on his sense of Fu Dao to Lu Yunmeng.
Although Lu Yunmeng is young, he has amazing savvy and is already a master of Fu Dao, who is qualified to comprehend his experience.
At the moment, Ling Xian pointed at the center of Lu Yunmeng's eyebrows, and punched her own thoughts into her mind.
After a while, he retracted his finger and smiled: "How do you feel?"
"Profound, incomprehensible." Lu Yunmeng frowned, unable to penetrate.
"No hurry, take your time." Ling Xian smiled faintly. He is a great master of Fu Dao. No matter how amazing Lu Yunmeng is, he can't understand his experience at this moment.
"Well, I will seriously enlighten and practice hard." Lu Yunmeng had a serious face.
"Being a teacher does not ask you to achieve much, but only asks you to be safe and happy."
Ling Xian smiled slightly and said: "Sleep for a while, I have to think about something for the teacher."
After hearing this, Lu Yunmeng nodded obediently, and after a while, he fell asleep.
Seeing this, Ling Xian closed his star eyes, trying to create a magical power that only belonged to him.
Since the practice of Taoism, he has used other people's methods. Although it is a powerful method, it is impossible for him to exert the strongest power throughout his life.
Take Pingluan Dingxianquan as an example, this method was created by Jimo Ruxue, and she alone can exert the strongest power.
Therefore, Ling Xian wanted to create a magical power exclusively for him.
It’s just that creating a method is not a simple matter.
Fortunately, Lingxian has seen too many powerful methods so far, and he has already thought about it.
He wanted to create a powerful and invincible attacking holy technique, with one blow, the world would not exist.
Of course, this is only Lingxian's idea, and it is still unknown whether it can be created.
"If I can create it, I will get a method that is not inferior to any taboo." A glimmer of expectation flashed in Ling Xian's eyes, and he took out the toad incense burner.
Suddenly, a strange fragrance fragrant, and in an instant, Ling Xian entered the state of selflessness.
In this state, his comprehension has increased tenfold, making it easier to create techniques.
After a while, Ling Xian opened his star eyes, and a hint of joy flashed.
If he just had an idea before, then at this moment, he already has an idea.
The Pingluan Emperor's fist is strong and fierce, and only in terms of attack power, even if it looks at the ages, it is also the strongest.
The same goes for Stealing God's Hand.
If the profound meanings of the two can be merged, it is undoubtedly the Xeon's invincible attacking holy technique.
However, this is difficult, Ling Xian doesn't even have a clue.
"What I am after is the ultimate attack. When I point it out, there is no heaven and the earth." Ling Xian muttered to himself, his index finger engulfing the sky, filled with divine power.
Suddenly, the void split, but it was because of his mana, not because he created magical powers.
"It's really difficult." Ling Xian sighed slightly, knowing that he had failed, but he was not discouraged and continued to try.
Unfortunately, every time it ends in failure.
"I have failed more than 80 times, and creating a method is really not easy." Ling Xian sighed, realizing the difficulty of creating a method.
However, his faith did not waver at all.
Looking at the ages, any amazing person has created a method. In other words, it is the person who creates magical powers that is truly amazing.
Therefore, in any case, Lingxian must create his own magical powers.
At the moment, he is calm and focused on creativity.
Time passed bit by bit, and seven days later, Ling Xian entered the state of selflessness again.
As a result, there is still no clue.
It is too difficult to create the method, especially the method that Lingxian wants to create, it is even more difficult.
Pingluan Emperorquan, or stealing the hand of the gods, are the ultimate invincible art. If you want to blend the two profound meanings, is it easy to do it?
"You can only do it slowly." Ling Xian sighed lightly, knowing that creation can't be done overnight.
Fortunately, he has an idea, and that is to merge the profound meaning of Pingluan Emperor Fist and Stealing God's Hand.
He believes that one day, he can succeed, and when that happens, he will have an invincible attacking holy technique!
"I hope that day will come soon." Ling Xian smiled faintly, holding his breath, and creating the technique calmly.
Time passed quietly, ten days later, he opened his star eyes and stood up.
Not because of creating magical powers, but because of feeling the breath of the red-haired old man.
In addition to the aura of the red-haired old man, Ling Xian also felt three shocking powers, one was the supreme, and the remaining two were the powerhouses of the late stage of entering the holy realm.
"It seems that the people of Ten Thousand Saints Sect have arrived."
Ling Xianxing's eyes narrowed, he made an appointment with the red-haired old man, and if Ten Thousand Saint Sect came to commit the crime, he would be led to the vicinity of Xianfuzong.
At the moment, the red-haired old man appeared, which means that the master of the three auras comes from the Ten Thousand Saint Sect.
"Finally, I hope that the Lord of the Shocking Saint Palace can win. Ling Xian muttered to himself, and then turned his eyes to Lu Yunmeng who was drawing a symbol, and said: "I have something to go out for the teacher. "
"You won't be leaving for a long time~IndoMTL.com~Lu Yunmeng's heart is tight.
"No, I will be back soon."
Ling Xian faintly smiled, the key point of this battle is not him, as long as the red-haired old man can kill the supreme, then this battle will be a complete victory.
If the red-haired old man loses, he has a way to get out.
At the moment, he stretched his figure and flew towards the source of breath.
After a while, the four of them were greeted.
One is an old man with red hair, swallowing mountains and rivers with anger, disregarding the wasteland.
There is a figure sitting cross-legged opposite him, dazzling the rhyme of the road, and flowing with magic light, no weaker than the red-haired old man.
Behind this person stood two old men, one with a childlike face, the other with a fairy-style robes, and the other wearing a blue robes, majestic and heavy as a mountain.
It is the old man in Tsing Yi who came together with the lord of the battle hall. (To be continued.)