Tempered Immortal

The Spirit Cover, speaking of the purpose of this object, is itself used for cultivation.

As the name suggests, after releasing this shield, it can gather the spiritual energy between heaven and earth, with far more effect than the eyes of the spiritual vein.

In it, practicing is half as powerful, and of course, nobody is as luxurious as they are, usually when they hit the front door bottleneck.

The so-called shadow mask must also be similar, except that it gathers together in the shadows of the heavens and the earth.

In addition to cultivation, doing it here will naturally have a great boost in the cultivation of the fierce soul. Conversely, the divinity of the human brothers will be restrained.

Under each other, there is little suspense in winning or losing.

Xuan Zhenzhen's idea was this.

Lin Xuan's face was heavy, his right hand raised, his five fingers hollow and grasping, and a thick arm of sword excited out, stabbed on the mask.

However, the mask flashed a few times and was of no use.

“Kid, you don't have to waste your energy. The shadow is gathered in the shadows of the heavens and the earth, and no one can break it except the former infant monk. ”

There is nothing exaggerated about the other party's words. The swordsmanship that was released just now also made Lin Xuan try to make this cover really tough. Since it is useless, of course he will not waste his spiritual power for nothing.

Lin Xuan seemed very disadvantaged, but he remained calm without a slight look of panic.

This made Xuan Zhenzhen's face appear slightly different, his heart muttered for a moment, but he smiled once again.

Open the mouth, a green ghost fire spit out, the fire has a thick bowl mouth, turned into a double-winged unicorn tiger, yelling like Lin Xuan jumped over.

The teenager's color remained the same, his shoulders trembled slightly, and his body flashed all over him. The whole person suddenly became dark and weird, and a black gas surrounded Lin Xuan's body.

Lifting his right hand, in the palm of his palm, he also lit a grey white demon fire, then stared at each other, his sleeve robe flashed, the bear burned, similarly turned into a black two-headed monster lion, and greeted the demon tiger up.

“You...” Xuan Zhenzhen Ghost King was truly stunned this time. The breath emitted from each other was very similar to his own, and the shadow of the sky had no effect on him. Instead, he looked very comfortable.

“Are you a ghost repairer?” The ghost king bites his teeth one by one, how is it possible? Although it is a shady spirit, there is no small amount of knowledge of the human monks. Never heard of anyone able to practice two kinds of work at the same time!

This is obviously against common sense!

He was even more alarmed, however, that since the other party was good at ghostly magic, it had no effect on him.

In Yin Qi, the power of his technique can also be greatly increased.

With a flash of anger on his face, Xuanzhen Ghost King spewed a powerful light out of his mouth. Lin Xuan gazed, a grey white sword light.

Weird things happened, however, and the Ghost King did not manipulate the treasure to attack himself. Instead, the treasure backfired the master, circling around his left arm, and unloaded the haunted hand.

Lin Xuan was stunned for a while, but soon recovered his calm expression. The Ghost King did so, definitely not with a neurological attack, but with some evil and weird magic.

With its own flesh and blood as the medium, it must be very powerful!

Lin Xuan did not rush to attack with a magic treasure, but pulled out a large number of lullabies from his arms, rubbed his hands, the red light flashed, and seven or eight red fireballs appeared in front of him, hidden in which there was also electric light flashing.

This is the hierarchical spell that Lin Xuan sealed in the spirit character beforehand.

“Go!”

Lin Xuan reached out his finger, and those fireballs smashed into each other's eyes. The sound of a shocking burst came into his ears, and a large cloud of fire covered the body of the Ghost King.

Yet the sound of the explosion is loud, but there is an ancient spell coming out of it.

Lin Xuan moved in his heart and carried his powers over his eyes, as if looking forward.

Spiritual eye surgery is not a high-order technique, but penetrating a little smoke and fog is easy.

Lin Xuan wants to see the situation before deciding on what to use to brake statically!

Just above the head of the Haunted King, a black cloth-like pharmacopoeia was suspended. This treasure emitted a glimmer of daylight, but still stood still, even though it swayed under the bombing of a thunderstorm.

This guy has a lot of treasures, and Lin Xuan feels a little tricky.

And the ghost king is naturally not idle, his lips are slightly moving, he throws out obscure spells, the only remaining arm, and there is no regular dance up and down, like there is some ancient ritual going on.

The weirder change, however, was his severed arm, but for a little while, it became coarse and abnormal.

The skin is bright and the muscles below bounce like crazy...

Xuan Zhenzhen Wang reached into his arms and took out a bean-sized bean and punched it into that strange arm.

The cloudy magic began to gather wildly, and then the arm came alive, turning into a skinny, pointy, humanoid monster.

“Ghoul! ”

Lin Xuan has seen many classics and naturally recognized them at a glance.

“Your boy also knows a lot about it. How about that? I'll see how you deal with this thing. Although I abandoned an arm and refined it with a secret method, the properties are just like real corpse eaters, hum...” Xuanzhen said with a smile.

“Really?” Lin Xuan's expression remained unexpected: “If I were to change to another friend, it would be difficult to face these monsters in this shadow, but am I...”

Corpse eaters are also a monster in the pubic realm, but they are a very special kind.

In terms of cultivation, it is similar to a foundational monk, yet this ghost possesses a characteristic that is immortal.

Of course, it's not that he can't really kill, but that he can easily be resurrected where he has plenty of pubic energy, even if he chops it off or chops off his head.

And the gloom in this shade, naturally, is enough.

This is definitely a headache for Brother Geldan.

Faced with the death of the ogre, he is likely to reveal a broken bloom, and there is also a ghost king beside him who looks at the tiger.

But is this really the monster that is immortal in the legend, or is the other party bluffing? Lin Xuan naturally needs to try it.

Stick out your index finger, from top to bottom, gently draw, a giant wind blade with a diameter of stubborn appears, shouting like an opponent.

King Xuan Zhenzhen's face revealed a slight mockery, and the corpse did not mean to hide at all. The wind blade broke bamboo and cut each other in half as easily as tofu.

But the peripheral gloom suddenly poured into the wound, and the monster recovered as it had begun.

There's no difference from a real corpse eater, exactly the same properties as immortality.

“Kid, for your ghost repair, this king will show you a clear path to surrender, so that you can keep your life.” The voice of Xuanzhen Ghost King is full of doubt: “As long as you join us. ”

With a ghost as a helper, the other side had no chance of winning. The monks were more afraid of death than mortals. He believed that 89 out of 10 of them would beg like their own tails.

“All you have to do is put a piece of your soul into this bead.” Speaking of here, the Grinch, like a claw, came running over a dark thing.

This proposal, Lin Xuan, of course, snorts, a sword emitted, and punches the so-called soul-free beads into powder.

“Boy, you don't have to toast without eating fine alcohol.” Xuan Zhenzhen Wang shouted and became angry, greeting the corpses to attack together.

However, his figure fluttered, but he paused again. Lin Xuan patted on the ghost bag between his waist, black glitter, a dozen heads of wearing iron armor, and a monster with a longo appeared.

Though they look very similar to humans, their skin is so pale that they emit palpitating corpses.

Ironclad!

It was Lin Xuan who moved in the secret cave where ancient evil repairs took place, and these monsters, even more so, just before the Great War, had just succeeded in cultivating.

Prepare some more backhand, it's true, it's useful now, otherwise you'll have a tough time with this ghoul.

“You can control necropsy! ”

Xuan Zhenzhen's anger suddenly dropped a lot. He looked at the iron armor smelter in front of him and revealed a little depression in his eyes.

The rule applies equally to ghosts, who can regenerate after being slaughtered in a gloomy place, but does not mean that they have no natural enemies.

The most fearful thing about this monster is the zombie's necrotic poison, which, after being annihilated, will not bring it back to life even if it is immortal.

After seeing Lin Xuan summon the purgatory, the depression in King Xuanzhen's heart is conceivable.

“Go!”

Lin Xuan's mind moved and the alchemists shouted. In fact, they did not need the master's control. They smelled the smell of a ghost. They also showed a very grumpy expression on their faces. These two monsters are natural enemies themselves.

When they were given the order, the zombies immediately sprayed the venom.

The number was wide, the ogre was outnumbered, and was soon torn to pieces, and his body, corroded by corpse venom, could not be resurrected.

Xuan Zhenzhen Wang carefully calculated, but ended up losing an arm in white pain.

Damn it!

Some mad he opened his mouth and a dark red light column erupted.

Don't underestimate this attack, it seems like it is not eye-catching, but it contains true elements that it has been cultivating for many years. Every time such a beam of silent light is ejected, its cultivation will drop a little.

This can be said to be a self-inflicted magic talent. If it had to be done, Xuanzhen Ghost King would never use it, but he couldn't care less if he hit this point.

As His Majesty the Ghost Emperor's own disciple, among his fellow murderers, he has always been regarded as a being, killing an early monk of Gedan, should have been easy, but did not expect that all his own means, were killed by each other, one gram at a time.

Who the hell is this kid? The Ghost King has lost his arrogance and had to show his last taste in the family. (To be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support the author, and support authentic reading!)