Tempered Immortal

Shortly after Lin Xuan's departure, a light fell from the sky, and three monks of the Fire Gate came out.

“Brother, the guy's senses disappeared here.” Speaking were young monks in their twenties, stars and eyebrows, naive men, but repaired to the late sixth floor.

“Be careful, Kim, Chen's two brothers are not weak, but at the same time have been poisoned by each other. The person is not a regular bulwark. ”

“So, apparently, from the death warrants of the two men, they were attacked in secret. ”

“In any case, caution has no harm. ”

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As can be seen from the dialogue, the three men found the bodies of the unfortunate brothers who had been exterminated by Lin Xuan and did not know how they had traced them here.

“The man must have crossed the river, let's go after him! ”

The other person had never spoken, but was in a hurry, and when he made this proposal, he drove the flying charm, like a shore of a river, without waiting for the two of them to answer.

“Brother Jiao, wait! ”

That was called Brother Wan's brother-in-law. Although he was not as knowledgeable as Lin Xuan and did not know the blood warcraft, the blood mist floating over the river was obviously not a good thing. He wanted to observe it for a while and stop. I didn't expect that Brother had acted recklessly.

Trying to warn him that it was too late, the bloody fog, suddenly flickered up and noticed that a prey had entered his body, the bloodwarcraft would not be polite, once again condensed a bloody thread and stabbed him in the past.

The impatient monk was surprised, of course, he refused to sit and die. He patted him on his left wrist, and he had sacrificed a little flute, which, after burning, turned into a light blue mask and wrapped his body in between.

A rare high-ranking defensive charm!

A bloody silk ray radiated over the mask, shaking white for a moment, but could not break the mask. The young monk had just relieved himself, but then his face was white as paper.

The silk wires suddenly tangled together, changing the shape of a giant python, and then wrapped the mask tightly around it.

Seeing this amazing scene, not only was it deep in the heart of the bloody monk, but his two companions were also horrified.

It was urgent, and the two of them couldn't think much more: "Don't panic, I'll help you. ”

At the same time, the light flew past. Both disciples of the Fire Spirit Gate actually possessed spiritual instruments, one of which was a two-meter iron whip and the other, sacrificed a gray-covered flying sword.

Although colorful, that is, inferior, as a spiritual monk, it is already enviable to have such a treasure.

The power of the apparatus was not small, nor did the demonic beast dare to be lazy. The blood mist illuminated a giant python, entangled with the two.

And the monk, who was trapped in the light column, also didn't sit there waiting to be killed, and pulled several more strings out of the bracelet, and dumped them like the center of the blood mist.

Time, spiritual apparatus, bloody flickering, explosions in the ears, demonic beasts and three monks are not happy to fight.

The other side of the riverbank.

Lin Xuan slowly retracted his gaze, the corner of his mouth revealed a slight mocking smile, and the three followers of his own will be doomed to crash here.

The strength of the Blood Warcraft is not so small that it can be stabilized only by the foundational cultivators, the spiritual monks, who, unless they possess as many treasures as themselves, will become the food in their mouths.

Okay, let the demon beast get rid of these nasty tails, even less suspicious.

But we also need to hurry up and get the two spiritual grasses into the bag as soon as possible, otherwise what kind of foundational master is really here, this blood monster can't resist.

Thinking about it, Lin Xuan turned around and stepped up his footsteps.

Of course, vigilance is not relaxed at all. In addition to the spiritual shield, he also consecrates the golden cord and spins around his body. Although this object is not a spiritual device of defensive properties, it still has a certain protective effect on the user.

Today, Lin Xuan has many means of attack, but the treasure used for defense is lacking. Except for the most basic spiritual shield, only a few defensive tokens sealed with intermediate spells were acquired in Dow Mountain.

But the symbol is one-time. Lin Xuan is not willing to waste it so easily until he finds the exact enemy.

All he can do is maximize his consciousness and be vigilant.

One hour later, Lin Xuan came to the front of a hill. The hill was not tall, but solitary. At the foot of the hill, Lin Xuan smelled a heartwarming scent.

That smell is the same as the silver moonflower and firefly grass depicted in the book. Lin Xuan's face flashed a little bit of happiness and finally found it, and from the intensity of the fragrance, the two herbs are in the maturity stage.

Long nights and dreams, Lin Xuan immediately followed the scent and came to the front of a boulder at the waist of the mountain.

Two strange plants grow next to each other.

One, which is only a few inches long, the flowers are very strange, curved, kind of like the moon, the other, a little bigger, at first glance, kind of like normal weed, but the leaves' surface gives off a faint fluorescence.

Lin Xuan's eyes glistened with excitement in front of him, but he did not act on his own. Instead, he took a breath and calmed himself down.

If a monk were to change, he must have picked it immediately, but Lin Xuan would not have done such a stupid thing. There is a thousand ginseng in the district, beside which there are highly poisonous toads. How could such heavenly and earthly spiritual grass not be guarded by demonic beasts?

He didn't want to be careless for a moment and put himself in danger.

Lin Xuan released the god, and a moment later, a strange colour appeared on his face.

It is true that there are no demonic beasts, otherwise the fluctuations of spiritual power cannot hide themselves, yet there is a slightly strange gloom.

Kind of a shady ghost feeling.

Lin Xuan hesitated for a moment, reaching out his hand, two white lights swept towards the silver moon flower and the flowering grass, and at this moment, a great roar came into his ear...