Tempered Immortal

The two men in front of him do not know how intelligent he is, but his tenacious vitality alone is telling, and he is still alive and well a million years after being frozen.

At this moment it is forbidden to go out, naturally seeking revenge from two people.

“After the dragon talk, all humans die. ”

Red flashes flashed in the demon's eyes, and the atmosphere of tyranny swept out, and a mouth in the middle of his head sprayed an egg-sized blood ray.

Li Yaotian was shocked and rushed to festive his own magic treasure. The Wang Tiger didn't dare to be lazy. He reached out a little, and the brush was equally bright and magnified, circling over his head.

Biquan also returned to Lin Xuan.

The demon's eyes flashed a glimmer of ridicule, the blood suddenly swelled, divided into three parts, each condensed into a peculiar form of Pharaoh, both like a spear and a bit like Goh, should have been a million-year-old ancient soldier's blade.

Lin Xuan's pupils contracted slightly, and blended his own sperm blood into a magical treasure. This kind of genius, not to mention the practitioner, is the strange power of magic repair. Compared to this, it also became a little witch to see the great witch.

The demon clan is truly famous, so watch out for yourself.

Seeing the bloody red Pharaoh fly towards himself, Li Yaotian and Wang Hu hurried to pinch the technique, and manipulated the flying sword and brush to greet him.

Lin Xuan was also trying to drive Biquan against the enemy, but suddenly he felt a little different from the spiritual energy coming from the surrounding area. Without thinking about it, Lin Xuan's feet pushed hard, and the conditions almost reflexed out.

A thick red flash of thumb was as fast as lightning, rubbing past, squeaking, punching a small hole in the stone wall next to it.

Lin Xuan only felt numbness in her scalp for a while. If she didn't have a strong sense of herself, she'd almost be on the road!

Lin Xuan's heart turned around with a surplus of palpitations, but found that Red Mang was not something illegal, but a bloody red tentacle.

It failed and retracted quickly into the earth.

No wonder the demon left it to Li Yaotian to tell the story clearly. Turns out he was setting a trap and wanted to invite the king into the jail.

The attack was also intended to attract the attention of the three people. Lin Xuan turned back in a gloomy way and a bloody smell drifted into his nose.

Li Yaotian lowered his head and looked at the tentacles piercing his chest. His face was full of discoloration.

His cousin, a gelden master, died so inexplicably.

His heart was filled with cowardice, and he had a deep vengeance in the Blood Sea. So he walked, and under the Nine Springs, how to meet the ancestral ancestors of the Fire Gate.

A bitter smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, blood pouring down to the ground, feeling his strength rapidly being drawn from his body.

What ambition, what ambition, to this moment, is all dust.

“Bang," the tentacles smoked back and rolled away his century-old Jindan.

The blood in Li Yao's mouth erupted, falling heavily and dying, while on the other side, Wang Tiger's ending was the same.

Tentacles put Golden Dan in his mouth, the demon creaked and chewed, his skin was red as if to drip blood.

Then he raised his head and looked at Lin Xuan in a disgraceful way.

The teenager was able to escape a robbery, which did surprise him.

But the district was just an early gelder, and he didn't see it, and humans, they all deserve to die.

Lin Xuan did not speak, the hatred between humans and demons could never be dissolved in two words. Since we met, there was only one way to fight death.

Lin Xuan patted on the storage bag and festived the clouds falling into the snow sword.

At the same time, when his sleeve was swinging, the fan flew over his head and a blue mask was released.

How the ripples in the sky appeared. The moon held the magic beard and appeared in front of Lin Xuan.

However, this is not all Lin Xuan had, his left hand flipped, and his palm paused with an extra rustic mirror.

“Mirror, Mirror Ancestor, who are you? ”

Lin Xuan's series of actions has made the demon speak a little bit, a cotton fixer in the district, where there are so many means and treasures. When he touches the treasure mirror in his hand, his face changes dramatically, and a slight resentment appears in his eyes.

Lin Xuan's heart moved. This mirror was earned by himself in the ancient mine of Qingleaf Mountain. The treasure left behind by the former infant monks. Who was its original owner? Lin Xuan doesn't know. Can you hear the demon's tone? Have you ever suffered the treasure?

Lin Xuan smiled coldly, naturally not in the mood like the other party explained, lifted his left hand, injected spiritual power from the palm of his hand, suddenly, sprayed more than a dozen fist-sized light balls from the mirror, whistling like the other party killed.

The demon saw this, the expression on his face became solemn, the three heads turned at the same time, the blood basin opened wide mouth, also more than a dozen groups of blood sprayed out of it.

Two contacts broke apart.

The intense blood smell spread in the air, and the blood was like talc sugar, wrapped around the black light emitted by the mirror. Soon, the colors of the two faded together, and they ended up together and disappeared together.

Seeing this view, Lin Xuan's eyebrows had to cover a layer of haze.

After getting these ancient treasures in Aoyagi Mountain, he studied them all in detail.

For the time being, the power of this mirror can be absolutely counterproductive.

Once entwined by the light group it sprays, whether it's Fabao or the monk himself, the spiritual power will pass away in large quantities, and this characteristic, too, allows the general five lines of spells, when faced with this black light group, there is no use at all, all of them are killed by grass.

It's a little unexpected that these bloodlights could end up with the Succulent Light.

On the contrary, when the demon saw this result, he was greatly relieved. In ancient times, he had dealt with the ancient spiritual ancestors, and he lost a great deal. If he hadn't used the secret of self-damaging truth, he would have sent his life there!

For the power of this treasure, it has a refreshing memory and cold.

Fortunately, the teenager in front of him is still shallow. The treasure is powerful, but it can only play two or three layers, but even so, he dares not engage with Lin Xuando.

I just used my own blood group, but it cost me a lot of real dollars.

The first time they met, they could be said to divide the autumn color evenly. After Lin Xuan's glance was cold, he injected his powers from his left hand into the ancient mirror again.

Even if the other blood group has a lot of power, see for itself how much power he has to drive it.

Even if it's depleted, it's depleted.

Lin Xuan had his own plans. The demon was not prepared to do the math. Six arms waved up and down, and the murmuring spell went off.

The words are obscure, Lin Xuan doesn't even understand a syllable, maybe it is an ancient language.

Seeing the other party's action, Lin Xuan did not panic to drive the mirror. He reached out his right hand and put a little sword over his head.

After a clear sound, the clouds fell and the snowsword filled with endless cold air and lasered towards each other. (To be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support the author, and support authentic reading!)