Tempered Immortal

The real face of Qing Ling revealed a slight thickness, terrible spiritual power pressure, centered on him, spread around, a cloud appeared above the head of the three people, the clouds were dark as ink, there was hidden electric light inside constantly flashing.

“Thunder Drawing! ”

Lin Xuan's face became a little ugly, which is a more advanced trick than Palm Ray, able to carry it out, and shows the extraordinary power of the Fire Spirit.

After a moment of silence, Lin Xuan took out the Bixue ring and threw it into the sky. The ring was originally only the size of a slap, but it swelled rapidly. It circled over Lin Xuan's head, emitting a layer of cloaked white light from it.

After adding the shield of this superb spirit apparatus, Lin Xuan's body is surrounded by defensive restraint alone, there are as many as seven or eight ways. The real face of Qing Lin has changed. How can this boy have so many layers of Fabao?

Qin Yen saw the jade ring floating above Lin Xuan's head. He flashed a slight discoloration in his eyes. Then he strangled the sword with his hands, commanded the Autumn Water Sword, and engaged the fire spirit in a false power struggle, hoping to relieve the pressure on Lin Xuan's side.

At the same time, so many babies are sacrificed. If you change to a monk of the same rank, you will definitely work hard. However, Lin Xuan still has room, for no other reason. This year, Lin Xuan has also used ginseng essence as a snack, in addition to eating lots of medulla dane.

Ginseng essence has the effect of purifying spiritual power, which means that the quality of magic is higher, and Lin Xuan's knowledge is enough to match the foundation of the Brothers, so he can manipulate so many spiritual instruments at the same time.

Qing Lin's real face became more serious, and Lin Xuan, while practicing, still looked at the opponent and took his expression into his eyes.

Once in his heart, Lin Xuan had seen the elders in the door do it. It can definitely be used to move mountains to fill the sea. Shi Xiaotian was shocked to describe it. According to theory, a master of late foundation construction, Tangtang Fire Spirit Gate, can never resist it by joining hands with Qin Yen.

The strength shown by the other party at this time is clearly inconsistent with the cultivation.

His appearance is not merciful, but to date, no psychic device has been used. Although I don't know what happened, Lin Xuan found the opportunity.

He held the crystal stone in his hand, but with one hand he injected the power constantly into the hundred souls, the shadow wind tragic, hundreds of powerful ghosts flowed out of it, and then condensed into a bloody skull, like an opponent poured over it.

After absorbing a large number of ghost demons, the power of the Hundred Souls is small, and around the skull, there are nine groups of inky green ghost fires spinning.

When he saw the skeleton from the phantom of the shadow, a tiny color flashed in the eyes of the master of the fire spirit. He opened his mouth and sprayed a bouquet of fine air onto the shield. The yellow light around his body suddenly burned like a fire.

Then he hit the cloud over his head with a trick.

Suddenly, like the boiling oil pan was poured with a ladle of water, the rays in the clouds swallowed up even harder.

“Disease!”

Qing Ling's real population spoke the truth, and there were countless tiny lights circling and tangling, bringing together a bowl of thick lightning to fall on the teenager.

Seeing the scene, Lin Xuan's color remained constant, his face was still calm, but his pupils contracted slightly, took a deep breath, his body's spiritual power like river dyke, surged out, a green spiritual energy, at the visible speed of the naked eye, injected into the layer of restraint in front of him.

Spike!

Lightning splashed down, the white mask laid by the Sprite Ring blocked for just a few seconds and was smashed. Next, several layers of restraint under the low-order defensive charm cloth were punctured, but after winning the four layers of defense, the lightning draw was blocked by the golden bell-like mask.

Lin Xuan's mouth revealed a slight mockery. As long as the intermediate defensive shield was unbroken, he waved his hand and sacrificed several low-order defensive tokens. Bixue ring also flew back over his head, emitting white light.

Qing Ling's real face flashed incredible colors. How can a district revitalizer have so many symbols on his body? The lightning technique is extraordinary, but in his current state, too much implementation is harmful to his body, but after a little hesitation, his face flashed a little resolutely.

I was about to continue, but I heard two thumping sounds. I turned back in surprise and found myself turned into a false group of magic, which had been broken up by fairies in the cloud.

Qin Yen stretched out his fiber hand and made a trick, lasered on the spirit apparatus, the autumn sword swept up the wind, and instantly turned into several lengths of length, the blue light sparkled, making him cold, and stabbed down towards the fire spirit door.

Lin Xuan's heart was delighted, the hundred souls waved in his hand, and the haunted fog swarmed out, wrapping the skeleton that had just temporarily stopped attacking because of the other party's mine-grabbing.

After the skeleton absorbed the haunted fog, the momentum was stronger, and the thunderous whistle was emitted, and it also went towards the Qing Ling real person.

Lin Xuan waved his hand and retrieved the Bixue ring back into the storage bracelet. It was not him who pushed it, but one of the opponents just now. The spiritual power consumption was too great. At this moment, the other party could not free his hand, so there was no need to waste his defenses on the Bixue ring.

Learn to distribute magic reasonably when faced with a better opponent than yourself.

After the Autumn Sword grew bigger, there was an astonishing noise, splashed on the shield of the opponent, the mask violently swayed, seemed unable to support it, the face of Qing Ling real person turned from red to white, then turned from white to red, after three times, but miraculously stabilized again.

However, he had not had time to relax and his face had become ugly. He had only seen the red skull, which was less than three feet away from him.

“I blame myself for being so careless that I shouldn't have done it myself.” Lin Xuan's heart flashed with remorse. Lin Xuan's difficulties exceeded his imagination, not to mention the help of a famous fairy in the cloud beside him.

The Qing Ling real person bit his teeth and felt a hidden pain in his chest. The struggle had caused his injuries. Faced with the fierce skeleton, his face grew more and more coarse, his hands together, in separation, a snow-white flame, burned in the palm of his hand.

What the foundational monks possess can burn down the innate fire of everything!

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