Painting of the Nine Immortals

At this time, it was the evening, and the setting sun was faintly reddish.

On top of a hundred feet high, Ling Xian's brows frowned, her face sad.

Just because he was on the way to that place, he heard a very bad news.

The ancient ruins that contained the opportunity of Tianda were born and were accidentally discovered by a little disciple, and then spread to the entire Qing Dynasty in just half an hour.

In other words, Lingxian was one step behind.

Now the ruins have been firmly maintained by the high-ranking ancestors of the Qing Dynasty, let alone a human, even if it is a fly, never want to fly in.

This means that all his plans are disrupted. Originally, he intended to stay there, and once the ruins were opened, he sneaked in and snatched the opportunity.

But now, nothing works. There is no other way than to fight directly with the Shang Qingzong and use force to snatch.

Of course, he can choose to give up, but how can he give up?

"Well, is this God's providence?"

Ling Xian stood on the top of the mountain, bathed in the pale red afterglow, and sighed softly.

The ruins have been born, and the Shang Qing dynasty will keep it there firmly, which means that in the case that he is unwilling to give up, there is no second one to leave except for the war.

The start of war means death.

Yes, even though Shocking Spirit owes him a favor, he may choose to help him, although the Red Dust monarch and the Demon are strong. However, these powers are undoubtedly very small compared to the magnificent realization of Shang Qingzong.

If Lingxian escapes after getting the chance, there is still a chance to win. But if the battle is head-on, there is no possibility of a second result other than falling.

There is no way, Shang Qingzong's strength is too strong, even if they are two fifth-level strong, they have no chance to win. Not to mention that one of them was not ready to help him.

After all, Jingjing Zhenling is the patron saint of Shang Qingzong. Even if he owes a huge humanity to Ling Xian, he may not be able to help him in this matter.

It can be said that this is a terrible situation, a situation that is completely unfavorable to him!

"Unexpectedly, I was one step too late. This is a good time, and I'm directly driven to a dead end."

Ling Xian sighed, apparently not doing anything tiring, but his face was full of tiredness.

"That chance is related to the general trend of the future, and I must not give up. But at the moment, the ruins have already been born, and even if you take the risk, you may not be able to steal it quietly."

With a bitter smile, Ling Xian looked sad. He never expected that things would turn out like this.

The sudden appearance of the ruins not only disrupted his overall plan, but also equated him to the edge of a cliff.

One step forward is to fall into the abyss, and one step back is the sea and sky.

At first glance, this multiple-choice question does not seem to hesitate. Fools know that the choice is back. But if you take a step back and the sky turns black, will you still retreat?

Maybe others will retreat, but Ling Xian will not.

Even if the road to the top is hard, he will never retreat!

"Can't retreat, it's about the future, and it's about whether you can reach the top."

Ling Xian's expression gradually became firm, saying: "However, you must not slam the Shang Qingzong, it will definitely die. But, what should you do?"

As he said, he sighed a long time, his brows twisted into a Sichuan character.

Knowing that he must die, he rushed forward, that was neither courage nor attachment, but downright foolishness. Therefore, he will not be in direct conflict with the Shang Qingzong, at least not currently.

"A headache, I can't find a way to think about it."

Ling Xian smiled bitterly, let alone the way, he didn't even think of a clue. This made him helpless and murmured, "Can't you just give up that chance?"

After speaking, he sighed, his face bitter.

If there is no other way, he can only take a step back. Is it necessary to confront each other directly and leave their lives in the Qing Dynasty?

"In the current situation, I can only wait for the opportunity now."

Ling Xian sighed softly. He didn't think about the line of Yu Wushou, but he quickly overturned this idea.

It's useless, Yu Wushou's identity is really not counted, he even gives a little face to teach real people. But it was on some small things, in exchange for such big things as ancient ruins, she had no decision-making power.

Therefore, Ling Xian will be so helpless and even hopeless as at this moment.

Because all the methods he thought couldn't work, that is to say, he had no way to go except to give up.

"I'm not reconciled, I didn't hesitate to hide my name for that opportunity, and worshiped the Qing Dynasty. I didn't expect it, but it was a bamboo basket to fetch water."

Ling Xian sighed, her face was full of decadence.

This pair of appearances rarely appeared on him. It can be seen that he really has no way.

"Maybe this is the life. The situation at present can be said to be terrible. Apart from giving up, I really have no other way to go."

Ling Xian's face was decadent, standing on the top of the mountain, like the same clay sculpture.

After a long while, he returned to God, but those dark eyes had lost his usual charm.

"Well, wait and see for a while, if there is really no way, then you have to give up." Ling Xian sighed softly, then stretched out and flew towards the mission hall.

Since the opportunity was temporarily unavailable, he could not give up the other purpose of Shang Qingzong.

Therefore, he intends to do tasks while watching the ancient ruins while earning points for the exchange of Shangqingxinfa.

After a while or so, Ling Xian rushed to the magnificent mission hall. The moment he stepped in, he suddenly exclaimed everyone in the hall.

No way, he's so famous.

The master of immortality, the peerless Tianjiao who won the four championships, is worthy of being remembered by the world. When two identities are gathered into one person, the impact is undoubtedly extremely strong.

Therefore, when someone recognized Lingxian, the hall suddenly boiled.

All eyes gathered on him, shocked, envious, and awed.

However, at the moment, Ling Xian didn't care about these things. He went straight up to the second floor and walked into a box.

After that, he started a new round of crazy tasks, and everyone in the hall also started a new round of shock.

However, Ling Xian had only one thing in mind, and that was how to get that chance.

However, one day passed, two days passed, and ten days passed, and he did not find any clues.

This made his eyes darker and darker, and even a few white hairs appeared.

You know, even after being taken away for fifty years, his appearance has not changed at all. However, at this moment, he was sullen. What does this mean?

Means his helplessness, his despair!

"Is there really no other way?"

Ling Xian's face was pale, her eyes were dim, and the whole person seemed to fall into the abyss of a thousand feet, and there was no light.

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