MTL - Painting of the Nine Immortals-Chapter 2815 Ninth Immortal
The sun is splattering with blood, and it sheds a light red glow, shining on the Dingguo government.
Luo Cha looked at the body of Ding Guogong, felt the power of the sixth peak, realized how lucky he was to meet Lingxian.
I also realized that my fate changed completely.
Darkness has passed, and from this moment, she will usher in light, and the dragon will soar.
"Five elixir, I refined two for you, and the remaining three, after you consolidate and cultivate, refining on your own."
Ling Xian smiled lightly. He didn't want to use the elixir to improve the cultivation of Rakshasa, not only because he could not reach the extreme, but also because the foundation was unstable.
However, Luo Luosha's talents are blunt, and by her own cultivation, she may not reach the sixth state throughout her life.
"Thank you very much, Master." Luo Chazhu's lips lightly opened, showing joy and expectation.
It was only by refining two elixirs that she broke through to the top of the sixth realm. It is conceivable that what she would accomplish by refining the remaining elixirs.
"I thought you would blame me." Ling Xian smiled faintly, looking at the sun, her eyes flashing with anticipation.
The soul has been restored, and he should leave Yongxianxing to find the flesh, but before that, he must go to Jiuxiantu.
At that time, he exiled this treasure and knew where it was. Compared with the physical body that is hard to find, Jiuxiantu was naturally easier to find.
"On my own hardship, I don't know how many years I will be able to set foot in the sixth realm." Luo Cha feeling, only rejoicing and happy, without any resentment.
Half an hour into the sixth realm, I do not know how many people envy, can she not be content?
"Just understand it, rest assured, there are too many gods in the world to wash the marrow and solidify the foundation."
"It's not difficult to get your cultivation."
Ling Xian smiled and said, "Well, it's time to leave for the teacher."
"Are we ... still masters and disciples?" Luo Cha was silent for a moment, although she did not want to admit it, but she was a little bit reluctant to Ling Xian.
"Of course, it's just a farewell, not for the sake of masters and apprentices." Ling Xian smiled, "You leave the Wei Dynasty too."
"I understand." Luo Cha nodded his head slightly, Ling Xian was here, and no one dared to mess with her. If Ling Xian left, she would be in danger.
"Let's go and leave with me." Ling Xian threw her big sleeves and left with Raksha. He disappeared in a blink of an eye.
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At the border between the Great Wei Dynasty and the Great Tang Dynasty, Ling Xian stood by his hands and looked at the complex-looking Rakshasa, saying, "Just separate here, and wait for you to cultivate to the eighth state, come to me."
"I don't even know your name." Luo Cha smiled bitterly. She only knew that Ling Xian was very powerful and proficient in the three techniques of Dan. Nothing else was known.
"Remember, my name is Ling Xian."
With a chuckle, Ling Xian's figure faded and disappeared.
Rakshasa froze, his brain was blank.
Not every place has a statue of Lingxian, but his name is indeed famous, and no one knows it.
Therefore, Luocha stayed, can't believe he was the legendary Lingxian.
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In the cold and lonely universe, a mysterious ancient painting is suspended, lingering the vicissitudes of breath, flowing through the mysterious traces.
It is gloomless and gloomy, like a grain of sand, suspended in the galaxy, unremarkable.
It is the Nine Immortals map.
For ten years, it was motionless, like a clay sculpture, quietly waiting for the owner to return.
At this moment, Jiuxiantu suddenly bloomed colorful, dazzling and bright, illuminating Xinghe.
A peerless immortal shadow came from the wind, and the brilliance was like a fairy emperor.
It is Lingxian.
He exiled the Nine Immortals by his own hands. As long as Xiao Zi does not wake up, the Nine Immortals will not move, and it is naturally easy to find.
"Master, I am back and return with Requiem."
Looking at the flow of Jiu Cai, it seemed that he was welcoming the master's Jiuxian Tu. Ling Xian smiled slightly and entered the Jiuxian Tu.
I haven't seen it for ten years. The Nine Immortals are still beautiful scenery and pleasant scenery.
Nine soul-cultivating mountains stand, except for the last one, the first eight are all suspended by fairy shadows, flowing out of dust and aloof.
But his face was dull and his eyes were dull.
Below the Eight Immortals, Xiao Zi's soul sits still and is still asleep, showing no signs of awakening.
It can be seen how many serious injuries she suffered in the war a decade ago.
But compared to the demon Buddha's inaction, she is lucky. At least she hasn't fallen. As long as she wakes up, she can reshape her body.
"Sure enough, I didn't wake up." Ling Xian sighed softly. When she saw Jiuxian Tu, he knew Xiao Zi hadn't woken up yet.
Because if Xiao Zi wakes up, she will definitely leave with the Nine Immortals and will not stay here.
"Master, I have found Requiem, I hope you will wake up."
Looking at the godless Eight Immortals, Ling Xian muttered to himself, it was difficult to conceal expectations and conceal.
Requiem is the only hope for the resurrection of the Eight Immortals. If this treasure is useless, then he really does not know how to resurrect the Eight Immortals.
At the moment, Lingxian's thoughts moved, soothing flames emerged, like a round of immortal sun, blooming dazzling light.
At the same time, Yanghun Mountain, Dinghun Iron, Yunhun Lake, and Wenhun Tree also glow for it.
boom!
The mysterious power came, covering the entire Nine Immortals map, endless and endless.
Suddenly, Xiao Zi's soul glowed, her breath was a little stronger than before.
The same is true of Lingxian.
You know, his soul has recovered to its heyday, but at this moment it is strong, and it is conceivable how amazing the magnetic field of soul-cultivation.
"I finally did it."
Ling Xian was sighed. Two hundred years ago, the Emperor of Ping'an told him that if he wanted to leave Jiuxian's soul forever, he could only find five soul-raising treasures.
Two hundred years later, he finally made the soul-cultivating magnetic field come to life, naturally with emotion.
"Hopefully, Xiaozi can wake up and the Eight Immortals can be resurrected." Ling Xian muttered to herself, expecting, but also uneasy.
The passage of time bit by bit, the power of raising souls is endless, and it is more than a hundred times stronger than a single soul raising treasure.
However, Xiao Zi has not yet recovered, and the Eight Immortals are still dull.
"Isn't it good to raise the soul magnetic field ..." Ling Xian grinned, disappointed.
Apart from the mysterious soul-cultivating magnetic field, he couldn't think of anything else that could restore the Eight Immortals.
"It's not impossible, but it takes time."
A faint word dropped, and Ling Xian frowned, looking at the ninth Yanghun Mountain.
I saw the mountain glow, a shadow of the immortal emerged, encircling the traces of immortal light, without revealing the true content.
Suddenly, Kowloon was shining brightly and the earth was flooded with golden lotuses. Many visions emerged, more grand than the vision of the gods.
boom!
Xianwei trembles the galaxy, the gods illuminate all realms, and the supreme fairy shadow stands proudly on the Yanghun Mountain, showing the invincible trend and the glorious style.
Unlike the Eight Immortals, when he appeared, he was shocked. Although he could not reach the level of the invincible, he was not weaker than the immature incarnation.
Just a residual soul, but with the power of the emperor, you can imagine how extraordinary he is.
Even the Great Emperor of Chaos and Chaos, he could not match it.
"The Ninth Immortal ..."
Ling Xian smiled. One of his regrets was that he couldn't see the Ninth Immortal. It was natural to be glad at the moment.
"You are their chosen heir?" The Ninth Immortal stood with his hands in his hands, his eyes as calm as a starry river, calm and deep, unable to bear the waves.
"Under Lingxian, I have seen the ninth fairy." Lingxian smiled slightly, wondering what the ninth fairy looked like and who she was.
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There is no third chapter.
