Tempered Immortal

Lin Xuan did not move her voice, but her heart hid some expectations. The saying is that treading on iron shoes is nowhere to be found, it takes no effort, coincidence, maybe she will have a good harvest today.

He was still so distracted by his restraint technique that he was not worried about exposure even though he was close.

Though not belonging to the same sect, the monks split up into several dials, and when the light fell, they looked at each other, and then several of the leaders gathered at the top of the mountain.

Two men and one woman, the cultivation is also the highest of these people, all have the midterm frontier of condensation.

Lin Xuan looked at the nun more often.

Of course, she is not fascinated by the other person's appearance. Although she looks beautiful, she is by no means an unforgettable beauty. What surprises Lin Xuan is that she is a ghost monk.

Moreover, the method of cultivation must have the effect of standing in the face, otherwise, besides the odd number of herself, the average clotting fairy, at least at the age of 100, will also open, but this woman looks beautiful and looks like twenty people.

Two outsiders, an English figure, but the beard was scattered, full of lust and indifference.

The last, an old man with a very ordinary appearance, dressed in a fiery red robe, became his only eye-catching spot.

After the three of them had gathered together, they each nodded their heads and said hello.

“Fairy Ning, the news is true, half an hour later, the convoys of powerful ghosts will pass here? ”

The nun picked her eyebrows and looked at the hair monk with dissatisfaction: "Brother Zhou, what does this mean? If you don't believe the information of the little girl, you can leave. ”

The woman was a ghost repairing man, not only spicy words, but also delicate around her body, giving off a shocking chill.

The hair monk's expression lagged behind and his face showed a bitter smile. He also seemed to understand the woman's temper and did not argue much with her.

“Well, Fairy Ning, Brother Zhou, don't hurt your peace. This treasure robbery requires our full cooperation.” The old man in the red threw up a circle: “Come on, let's talk about it. ”

Speaking of which, he put out a sound proof shield, Jiang was still old and spicy. He acted with care and smoothness, leaving no loopholes.

Lin Xuan was quite surprised. This way, the other party can cause him a lot of trouble. Although with Lin Xuan's divinity, there is no way to force eavesdropping, but doing so is likely to shock snakes. Such an unpaid thing Lin Xuan will not naturally try easily.

After touching his chin, Lin Xuan fell into contemplation. From the words he had just said, he also came up with a lot of useful information.

After all, I have been wandering in the fallen area for more than half a month, and I know a lot about the situation here.

Looks like these monks are trying to kill ghosts and rob treasure.

The shadows occupy this area, and for spiritual vein mineral deposits, demolition, destruction, destruction, for them, these human cultivation resources are almost useless.

However, nothing is absolute, and although there are some differences between the two cultivation systems, there are very few commonalities, especially with the growing number of ghost kings that congeal up, some rare herbs are also useful for them.

There is also the refiner material, and the shadows need to drive the magic treasure as well.

Now that there is a need, the shadows will naturally not be polite, scrape up everywhere in the spiritual treasure land, and transport everything useful to them back to the site.

Coincidentally, these immortal resources are useful for ghosts. In the eyes of the monks, they are worth thousands of gold, ancient languages have clouds, man-made wealth, birds die for food, and the monks who are dedicated to falling into the exploratory treasure hunt of the area gradually beat the idea on the ghosts carrying these treasures.

It is said that there have been successful robberies by monks, overnight enrichment, access to material resources of medium value, and that stones of value cannot be counted.

Others are naturally red-eyed and behaved differently. For a while, the fallen areas were littered with wolf smoke, and the monks and spirits were not happy to fight each other. However, it was not to drive away the enemy, but to sneak around for their own personal gain, trying to seize the material for the repair of fairies, which, I have to say, was a great ridicule.

With such a massive attack by the brothers, the spirits will naturally make some moves. First, they will strengthen the guard of Yunbao and send several more ghost kings than usual. Even if someone is greedy, they will have to weigh well.

The second method is more insidious, leading the snake out of the hole. It is said that the plan was conceived by the Hao Tian Ghost Emperor. Of the four Ghost Emperors, Hao Tian advanced the latest. However, the cultivation is not under the other three monsters, and the mind is ingenious. There are already signs of the leader of the Shadows.

It came up with a simple idea, brothers. Now that the red treasure is in your eyes, use it as bait, lure them into it, and keep getting fake news out.

The brothers attacked several convoys of treasure, but they fell into a trap. Instead of harvesting, they were killed and wounded badly.

This thing caused a tremendous shock in the monks.

That's why the Brother of Hair wants to know if the message is true.

But looking at that ghost nun, she seemed confident and confident.

The three of them agreed on a tea time, and the old man in the red robe removed the shield: “In that case, the three of us will act accordingly. ”

“Okay.” The other two nodded without objection, and they each returned to their own camp.

In a few words, the other monks scattered, each looking for favorable terrain to hide and converge.

Only the monk with the haircut pulled up his height and came over the sky, rubbing his hands together, a few banners appeared in his palms.

Look at him, trying to lay down a restraint here.

Lin Xuan nodded darkly, and these people were well prepared.

“Drink!”

A few glitters flew out of the hands of the dresser, went underground, a gleam of spirituality flashed, but soon returned to calm, a method that looked quite extraordinary.

After doing all this, Brother Disclosure looked at the array in his hand, appeared satisfied on his face, and then turned into a rainbow, came to a prominent rock and carefully hid it.

Lin Xuan hid in the dark, took everything into account, and had his own thoughts in mind.

Every minute and second passed, the sky grew darker and darker, but the so-called shadow of the soul disappeared. Don't say that the old man in the red robe was also a little restless.

“Fairy Ning, look at this... is the intelligence wrong? ”

In his tone, with a hint of awe, no wonder. Generally speaking, the realm is the same. The ghost monks' magic is far above the same level of monks. (To be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support the author, and support authentic reading!)