Chapter 1984 Success
In the hall, Ling Xian sighed softly, his eyes turned firm. One≥Fiction＞ ≧ ≦﹤≤≦≤≤﹤
The old man in white's secret injury exploded, turning the good situation into a difficult situation. Only when he makes a move can there be a glimmer of hope.
"Little friend..."
The advocate of the Temple of the Craftsman opened his mouth, but in the end, it could only be turned into a sigh.
The same is true for Ning Fengyu and others.
They are all great masters of Qi Dao, how can they not understand that five people must be obtained? The reason why they are scrambling to shoulder the responsibility of two people is because they don't want Ling Xian to take action.
He not only needs to condense the seal, but also to release the power of the source, both of which require a high degree of concentration, which is a huge test for any living being.
"Don't say it, I can only carry this burden."
Ling Xian sighed softly, causing the Lord of the Craftsman Hall and others to fall into silence.
For a time, the hall became quiet, and after a long while, the master of the Craftsman Hall broke the silence.
"Little friend, this is too difficult, otherwise... give up."
Hearing this, Ning Fengyu and others also spoke up, persuading Ling Xian to give up.
"I said, if you can't wake up the spirit of the cauldron this time, it will aggravate its injuries and it will be difficult to wake it up again."
Ling Xian looked around the audience, and said solemnly, "We only have this chance to fight, at least there is hope."
"But, the load on you is too great, I'm afraid of you..." The master of the God Craftsman Hall sighed, hesitating to speak.
This is not a simple dual purpose, and it is not something that can be over in a few breaths. Whether it is to condense the Dharma seal or release the power of the source, it requires a high degree of mental concentration and must be maintained for a long time.
If you make a mistake, you will not only fail, but you will also suffer heavy losses.
"Don't say it, we have no way out."
Ling Xian sighed, he knew very well how difficult it was to condense the magic seal at the same time and release the power of the source, but even if it was as difficult as going to the sky, he had to take action!
Otherwise, there is really no hope.
"Since you have made up your mind,
I will not say more. "
The master of the Divine Craftsman Hall sighed and said: "Let's give it a go, don't be under pressure, if you fail, no one will blame you."
"If you say defeat before you fight, does the hall master have no confidence in me?"
Ling Xian smiled faintly, looked at Zhen Shiding, who was swallowing mountains and rivers with looming spirituality, and said, "We will definitely succeed, definitely!"
As he spoke, he suppressed his smile and said, "Concentrate, we have no way out."
Hearing this, the expressions of several great masters became solemn, and they were all immersed in their minds and went all out. Ling Xian is even more so.
Whether it is to condense the seal or release the power of the source, he needs to be highly concentrated, and he cannot tolerate any slack.
So he was under a lot of pressure, but he turned the pressure into motivation.
One day, the universe will face the flames of war. At that time, the fairy weapon is an indispensable fighting force. It may not play a decisive role, but it is better than nothing.
Therefore, Ling Xian has a firm belief and vows to revive the spirit of Xian Ding!
boom!
The power of the source emerged, and an endless stream fell on the cauldron of the world.
In the beginning, Ling Xian looked as usual, as steady as Mount Tai.
But as time passed, his complexion paled a bit, and ten days later, he was even more top-heavy and almost fainted.
This made the Lord of the Craftsman Hall and others worried, but there was nothing they could do.
Fortunately, Ling Xian persevered.
Although it was shaky, his hand in the seal was as steady as a rock, without the slightest tremor.
This moved everyone present, and they asked themselves, if it were them, I'm afraid they wouldn't be able to hold on long ago.
"What a powerful belief..."
The master of the Divine Craftsman Hall sighed and said, "Little friend, if you can't hold on, just give up, your health is important."
"It's so hard to get to this point, how can you give up?" Ling Xian forced a smile, her faith still did not waver.
His left hand formed a seal, and the mysterious power was condensed, and his right hand released the power of the source, warming the spirit of the immortal cauldron.
Time passed bit by bit, and after seven days, Ling Xian became weaker and could not stand still.
However, his hands were still solid, as if they were rooted in mid-air, unshakable.
With such a firm will, everyone present was moved, and they were more or less admired.
Even the master of the Temple of the Divine Craftsman showed admiration in his heart.
He looked at Ling Xian, who was unable to stand still, but never fell, and his expression became firm.
The same is true for the other three great masters.
Ling Xian's spirit infected them, and their hearts became firmer than ever before.
Three days later, Ling Xian's consciousness began to disintegrate, and the reason why he had not fallen down was entirely because of a belief that supported him.
But how long can it last?
an hour? Or two hours?
Everyone didn't know, but they knew that it was quite incredible that Ling Xian could persevere to this point. It would be impossible for any of them to do it.
"Come on, I can feel that Zhen Shiding's spirit is waking up!"
The Lord of the Craftsman Hall's eyes were bright and his spirits were uplifted.
The same is true for the rest of the people. At the moment, they do their best to stimulate the power of the source.
"Finally wait..."
Ling Xian smiled, and the mysterious power condensed in his left hand exploded.
This method can only be used at the last moment to wake up the spirit of the fairy. At this moment, it is the last moment.
Therefore, Ling Xian played the mysterious power that had been condensed for a long time, and completed the final step.
boom!
The immortal cauldron of the town blooms with boundless light, as bright as a round of inextinguishable scorching sun, shining for nine days and dazzling.
At the same time, the monstrous divine might swept across the Eight Wastelands, like the arrival of the Immortal King, causing everyone present to churn with blood and retreat again and again.
Even the master of the Temple of the Craftsman is no exception.
You must know that, except for Ling Xian, all of them are ninth realm powers, but they cannot resist this momentum. It is conceivable how powerful this power is.
"Wake up, the spirit of Zhen Shiding has woken up!"
The master of the Temple of the Craftsman cried with joy. In order to restore the spirit of the Zhenshi Ding, the Temple of the Craftsman paid too much effort. Every generation of leaders takes the restoration of the Zhenshi Ding as their lifelong goal.
Unfortunately, tens of thousands of years have passed, and there is not even a glimmer of hope in sight.
Right now, Zhen Shiding's spirit awakened in his hands, which naturally made him so excited that he burst into tears.
The rest of the great masters were also excited. Although they were not as exaggerated as the Master of the Craftsman Hall, they were also overjoyed.
"Success..."
Looking at the pitch-black cauldron that was swallowing the universe and overwhelming the heavens, Ling Xian raised the corner of his mouth, revealing a relaxed and happy smile.
After that, he felt that the world was spinning and fell into a severe coma.
As early as three days ago, Ling Xian was already very weak, and the reason why he was able to persist until now was all because of his beliefs that supported him.
Right now, Zhen Shi Ding's spirit awakened, letting his tense spirit relax, naturally it was difficult to hold on.
"Little friend Ling!"
Seeing Ling Xian falling to the ground, the master of the Temple of the Craftsman turned pale in shock, and disappeared suddenly because of the joy of the awakening of the spirit of the world.
Immediately, the master of the Temple of the Divine Craftsman came to Ling Xian for the first time. Seeing that he was still breathing, he could not help but breathe a sigh of relief.
"Fortunately, although weak, at least still alive."
The master of the Divine Craftsman's Hall breathed a long sigh of relief, looked at Ling Xian's pale face, and said, "You are the biggest contributor to resuscitating the spirit of the world. If you die because of this, I will feel guilty for the rest of my life."
Saying that, he lifted Ling Xian with his mana and flew towards the back mountain.
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Chapter 3 may not be written until very late, fellow Daoists, don't wait, read it tomorrow morning.