Chapter 1431 Building a Tomb

At the meeting point of night and dawn, the sun and moon shine in the same sky, dazzling and dazzling, like a dream.

By the lake of ice and fire, black and white strange flowers are condensed, and the flow is mysterious and unpredictable.

This made Ling Xian excited, staring at the Yin-Yang He Dao Flower without blinking, full of hope.

Unfortunately, he was disappointed.

After a while, the bright moon disappeared, leaving only a morning sun shining in the sky.

The next moment, the divine light disappeared, the rhythm dissipated, and the yin and yang flowers withered completely.

This made Ling Xian stunned, and there was a look of unwillingness in his eyes, and then it turned bitter.

"Pirates is right, even if the sun and the moon appear on the same day, it may not be possible to give birth to a yin and yang flower."

Ling Xian smiled bitterly, looking at the withered black and white flowers, as if she saw her timeless self, about to wither.

It has been a year since he came here, which means that he has only one and a half years left to live, and there is not much time left.

However, he is unable to break through, who can not feel bitterness in the exchange?

"It's not a matter of Yin-Yang Harmony Flowers anymore. Even if I can get them, I don't have time to look for the other four magical medicines."

Ling Xian sighed softly, and his expression gradually turned firm.

There's still a year and a half left, and it's not a desperate situation!

"I knew that you came here with the flower of Yin and Yang, but unfortunately, you will only be disappointed again and again." The old man appeared and sneered.

"Aren't you the same? You must have stayed here longer than me, and you are destined to be more disappointed than me." Ling Xian glanced at the old man lightly.

"Hmph, boy with sharp teeth and sharp mouth." The old man snorted coldly, but was speechless.

He has been guarding here for hundreds of years, but he has never gotten the yin and yang flowers. The disappointment again and again almost drives him crazy.

"If I guessed correctly, your Shouyuan is coming to an end." The old man smiled, full of sarcasm.

"So what? Let's not say whether I will die or not. Even if I die, you won't get my storage bag." Ling Xian said indifferently,

No surprises.

In any case, the old man is also a seventh-level master, and it is normal to see that his lifespan is about to expire.

"The taste of waiting for death is not pleasant, but the taste of watching you go to death makes me happy."

The old man smiled unabated and said, "I said, this will be a comedy, a comedy that makes me happy."

"Until the end, everything is unknown."

Ling Xian looked indifferent, too lazy to pay attention to the old man, turned around and returned to the cave.

After that, he didn't think about Yin-Yang and Daohua, and sought a breakthrough.

Now he has been driven to a dead end, even if he gets the flower of yin and yang, it will not help. The only way is to break through.

Therefore, Ling Xian let go of his mind and concentrated on enlightenment.

Although he has no clue at all, this is the last and only way, even if he is desperate, he must break through.

It's a pity that this is not something that can be done with hard work. No matter how hard Ling Xian is racking his brains, he is still so far behind.

Time is like an arrow, the sun and the moon are like shuttles, and in the blink of an eye, one year and five months have passed.

In other words, Ling Xian had only one month left to live.

During this period, the sun and the moon appeared again on the same day. Unfortunately, the result was no different from the last time. They were all born in an instant and withered in a moment.

Ling Xian's cultivation base has not changed, it is still infinitely close to the seventh realm, but after all, it is so far behind.

This line is like a moat, isolating life and death, and cutting off hope.

"There is only one month left. It seems that it is doomed to die."

Ling Xian let out a long sigh. There was unwillingness and bitterness, but there was no fear.

This is not the first time he has faced death. Although this time is undoubtedly more desperate than before, he can still look at it calmly.

If nothing else, just talking about this courage to face death can make the world feel ashamed.

"This place is covered in silver, with thousands of miles of frost, and it can be called a picturesque scenery."

Ling Xian looked at the flying snow, and said with a smile: "It's not bad to be buried here."

"You think beautifully, but unfortunately, I won't allow you to be buried here." The old man appeared, unable to hide his pride.

"Do I need your permission?" Ling Xian glanced at this person lightly.

"It doesn't matter, the important thing is that after you die, I may dig a grave." The old man was amused, and his words were extremely vicious.

When a person dies, everything is over. No matter how great the grudges were during his lifetime, one should not dig a grave.

However, the old man wanted to do this, how could Ling Xian not be angry?

He looked cold and said, "Don't forget, I am a dying person. Before I die, I can do anything."

"Are you a threat?" The old man's eyes narrowed, and the cold light was like a sharp sword, illuminating Tianyu.

"So what?"

Ling Xian stood up tall, like a great emperor with a straight spine, swallowing mountains and rivers with anger, and looking down on the Eight Wildernesses.

He stared at the old man coldly and said, "I can't suppress you, but if you work hard, it will be enough to hit you hard. At that time, I believe your life will not be easy."

Hearing this, the old man fell silent.

The reason why he stayed with Lingxian until now was because he knew that once the war started, he would not be able to get him.

Especially when Ling Xian was about to die, if he did it, he would be seriously injured even if he didn't die!

Therefore, the old man had the intention of retreating and said, "I don't need to care about a dying person."

"To put it bluntly, isn't it still fear?" Ling Xian sneered, tearing off the old man's fig leaf mercilessly.

"you!"

The old man was ashamed and angry, his eyes were like sharp swords, and the wind and snow suddenly became violent.

"What am I? Have the guts, come and fight!"

Ling Xian's eyes flashed with cold electricity, her white hair danced wildly, and if she was fighting the immortal lower realm, she had an intimidating power.

This made the old man furious, but the retreat became more and more intense.

If Lingxian is just an ordinary sixth-level monk, that's all, he can suppress it with a wave of his hand. But his combat power is enough to threaten the seventh realm power, and he is a dying person. If anyone changes, he will succumb to retreat.

Therefore, the old man dissipated his momentum and said coldly, "I'm watching here, watching you die step by step."

Hearing this, Ling Xian smiled and made no secret of his sarcasm.

This made the old man's lungs almost burst with anger, but he didn't dare to make a move, turned around and disappeared.

Seeing this, Ling Xian didn't force him either. He wanted to use the last time to build a tomb for himself.

"Building a tomb for myself, I am the only one in ancient times."

Ling Xian shook his head and laughed, but it was inevitable that there would be a bit of bitterness.

He fantasized about many ways to die, it might be death in battle on the way to the immortal, or it might be death in a forbidden place. The only thing I never thought was that I would die at the hands of the curse, and it was the hardest waiting to die.

"Forget it, it's a foregone conclusion, and it's hard to change. I'd better take advantage of the last minute to build a tomb."

Ling Xian sighed, took out a lot of materials from the storage bag, and then turned the device to create a tombstone.

After the tombstone was built, he began to set up the formation.

Among them, there are thirty-six attack formations and seventy-two defensive formations. These 108 formations complement each other, and even the seventh-level great powers are unable to break them.

After that, Ling Xian looked at the picture of the Nine Immortals and worried, not knowing how to face the true immortals.

...(Nine Immortals../22/22592/)--(Nine Immortals)