Painting of the Nine Immortals

Day sun is high and dazzling.

After the Baihu tribe, the tall men and others stood with their hands down, all with dignified expressions and waiting.

Ling Xian is no exception.

The reason is that there is the cemetery of the Baihu tribe in front of him, and the spirit is endless.

It is really terrible. It is no exaggeration to say that even a close person without enemies cannot stop the power of evil spirits from erupting.

"It's really terrible." Ling Xianxing's eyes narrowed, looking at the nearly collapsed lines, quite tricky.

This array is the joint work of several great masters. If it is only half damaged, he is sure to repair it, but in the event of a complete collapse, he is helpless.

"Sir, don't be under pressure, just try your best," said the tall man Shen Sheng.

"I will do my best." Lingxian looked dignified, and said, "Well, you back away, I will try to repair the big team first."

It was said that the tall man took a few steps back, and so did everyone.

No one spoke, and no one questioned. Even the old man in black who was waiting to see Ling Xian's joke was silent.

The White Tigers went up and down, all hoping that Ling Xian would repair the tomb formation, he naturally did not dare to say anything.

"It's tricky."

Looking at the mysterious mysterious array that was almost collapsing, Ling Xian sighed slightly and felt a headache.

But that's it, he can only bite his head.

At the moment, Ling Xian swipes her hands, the endless array of patterns becomes apparent, and floods into a mysterious array.

This made tall men's eyes light up, as did the rest.

Although they are not in the battlefield, they are all knowledgeable and understand a little.

Therefore, as soon as Ling Xian shot, they saw his accomplishments.

"It's actually the Grand Master of the Alliance. No wonder he dares to try."

"Well, if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would never believe that there is such a young master in this world."

"It's an amazing array of accomplishments. Looking at the demon star and the entire universe, I'm afraid I can't find a person who can compare with him."

Everyone exclaimed, shaking.

At the same time, I also have confidence in Lingxian.

The great master means supreme, represents the strongest, and naturally gives them hope.

However, Ling Xian sank.

It was too difficult to repair, even in the case of a near collapse, even him could not repair it.

"It's harder than that Five Elements Seal ..."

Ling Xian sighed, her eyebrows glowed, pinching Baoyin, and trying her best to repair it.

Unfortunately, it is useless.

This array of damage is too serious, unless it is the array of immortals during the heyday, otherwise, no one wants to repair it.

Therefore, Lingxian scattered the Baoyin and the lines, and no longer did useless work.

This puzzled the tall man, and the others were puzzled.

At the moment, the Lord of the White Tigers asks, "Sir, why not continue repairing?"

"In vain, there is no need to continue." Ling Xian sighed softly. After entering the realm of the Grand Master, he was helpless with only one formation method, which was the formation method that sealed the heart of the immortal king.

Right now, there is one more.

This high level of scary people, I am afraid that only the first person in the ancient history of Feng Qingming can repair it.

"Not even you ..." The tall man's eyes dimmed a bit, as did the rest.

Ling Xian is the great master of the battlefield, and is the best of the great masters. Looking at the whole demon star, he can't find a person who can compare with him.

Even he was helpless, and everyone was naturally desperate.

"The formation method cannot be repaired, but it is not completely hopeless."

Ling Xianxing's eyes narrowed. If he can repair the tomb, at least he can seal the endless evil spirit, which can be regarded as a solution to the crisis of the White Tigers.

Right now, he took a big step and walked into the cemetery.

However, stopped by the old man in black.

He gave Lingxian a cold look, and said, "Are you trying to ruin my ancestral ancestral land of the Baihu tribe?"

"I expected that you would jump out." Ling Xian looked calm and calm.

He knew that the old man in black was waiting to see his joke, and once he failed, he would sneer.

"I stood up because you don't have the ability. I can't just keep watching. You let the evil spirits erupt ahead of time."

The old man in black sneered, and did not hide his irony.

He turned his gaze to the tall man and said, "Patriarch, don't let him continue trying, he simply doesn't have this ability."

On hearing that, the tall man frowned, looking a little hesitant.

That's the same with those ten elderly people.

Although they didn't say anything, they were already disappointed with Ling Xian and naturally hesitated.

"I'm still saying that, rather than sit back and wait, it's better to bet once." Ling Xian said lightly, not wanting to say more.

"It's all here, let the dead horse be the living horse doctor."

The tall man sighed and said, "Sir, let go and don't be stressed."

"A wise decision, believe me, you won't regret it."

Ling Xian chuckled, glanced at the old man in black in front of him, and said, "Not yet?"

"Patriarch, this matter is very important. You have to think twice before you go." The old man in black changed his face.

Although he determined that Ling Xian had no ability to resolve the crisis of the White Tigers, if he succeeded, he would be miserable.

"Go away." The tall man waved, unmoved.

"Patriarch ..." The old man in black opened his mouth, refuted, but did not dare.

At the moment, he glanced at Ling Xian coldly, and made his way to make way.

At the same time, Ling Xian took a step and said in a voice that only two people could hear: "Take the token with you, and soon I will get it back."

The words fell, Ling Xian passed by the old man in black, and then pinched the mysterious treasure seal, trying to repair the tomb.

The so-called tomb potential is like feng shui, but it is difficult to describe in words.

Its abilities are strange, such as the extremely Yin tomb, which can turn Yin into life and resurrect the dead.

Of course, it is not a resurrection in the true sense. It can only make the dead life inexhaustible and reduce it to a dead body without the mind.

"Hopefully, this method can repair the tomb, and the seal is endless."

Ling Xian murmured to herself, radiating her fingers, inspiring mysterious power, covering the entire cemetery.

This seal is a wonderful technique created by ghost seekers, and has the ability to repair the grave potential. Although it is not clear what the grave potential is, Ling Xian determined that this method is useful.

Unsurprisingly, when the mysterious might came, the violent evil spirit calmed down.

As time passed, it became even more stable.

This refreshed the tall man, and the others smiled.

"Haha, it seems my decision is right."

"Yes, sir does have the ability to resolve the crisis of my white tigers."

"Haha, fortunately we have not stopped, otherwise, we can only give up this ancestral land that has been inherited for thousands of years."

The crowd spoke with congratulations.

But the next moment, their smiles froze on their faces.

Ling Xian's heart sank to the bottom.

Because, the evil spirit of peace suddenly became extremely violent, as if the mortal fierce awakened, to destroy all beings and to kill all souls!

At the same time, the mysterious array broke apart, and there was only a slight gap, and it would completely collapse!