Tempered Immortal

Moon and Lin Xuan have a blood deed connection, the cooperation between the two is perfect, see the Young Master will bind the fairy ball to the sacrifice, Moon's clothes and sleeves swing, also began to use other divine talents.

Opening the mouth, a shady gas erupted. After absorption, it was transformed into a large cloud of demons that kept pouring in place, and countless basin-sized turquoise fireballs sprayed out of it.

“Together!”

Moon scolded softly, and the fireballs immediately whistled towards the phantom, but suddenly stopped about a dozen lengths away from it, waiting to be saved.

Seeing this scene, the phantom face also had to change, but without waiting for it to use any other means, Lin Xuan had already festived the ancient gourd.

Divine manipulation, infusion of magic, the gourd spiritual light flashed, turned bright red color, and the volume also increased a lot.

However, this was just the beginning, Lin Xuan's eyes flashed, pointing a finger at the treasure above his head. At that time, the gourd was a little blurred, and it was actually divided into two parts.

Then, the two gourds blurred again, creating a new division...

In an instant, the gourd actually turned into nine, nearly twice the size of the original hair discloser when used. The two cultivated the same medium term cotton, but Lin Xuan's divinity was more powerful than his, so that he could play the real power of this treasure.

At this time, the silver wire that binds the fairy ball also came to the land of the phantom three feet.

Faced with heavy siege, the phantom face finally revealed a slight anxiety, raised its head and made an angry howl.

Along with that loud whistle, around it, a yin cyclone blew up, and the cyclone was so fierce that the silver wire bound by the fairy ball could not come close.

Lin Xuan saw him, his eyebrows picked, but his face did not show a slight panic, his right hand flipped, and there was another small, quaint mirror in his palm.

The mirror was so smooth that it emitted an astonishing amount of spirituality, Lin Xuan lifted it up high, and under pressure, a dozen fist-sized black luminescence burst out of it.

After a bit of twisting, they fused together and turned into a monster of great length, which looked eighty-nine cents like a mountain tiger, but had a pair of black wings behind it.

Lin Xuan revealed a smile at the corner of his mouth and pointed at the phantom: "Go! ”

In the eyes of that strange tiger, a red flash immediately flashed, disappeared in place for a moment, and the speed was surprisingly fast.

The phantom was seen, there was no fear, and there was no other magic. Obviously, there was a lot of confidence in this cyclone.

Weird tiger crashed into it, silent, but a few seconds later, the cyclone went down at a visible speed.

The phantom was angry and anxious, his face was incredible, and he never dreamed of it. This ancient mirror was able to suddenly pass away his Yin Qi spiritual power.

What kind of ancient treasure is this?

Lin Xuan naturally won't give him time to think, mindful of the movement, that floating silver wire immediately entwined, so close, the shadow can't hide, shaking, instantly turned into a haunted fog, want to rush out of the surrounding.

Unfortunately, it is futile. It also underestimates the magic of the Immortal Ball. Even if it has no form, this treasure can be locked away.

The fog was pouring and struggling, but eventually it was tied up into a huge bunch of stumps.

Lin Xuan looked delighted and the already prepared trick immediately entered the gourd in front of him.

Nine chunky beams of light burst out of each of them, and more surprisingly, each column wrapped around a flame and an arc.

The moon also held its hands together, and those turquoise ghost fires followed closely and whistled towards the shadows.

The dozens of Ironclad carcasses, similarly weak, threw their long goats at each other.

The lightning flashed, the lights staggered, the loud burst sounds into the ears, strapped by the silver wire of the fairy ball, the phantom can not only hide, can not even be stopped by the Spiritual Spirit.

Lin Xuan did not give up on this. The so-called pain hit the water dog. After all, this object is a ghost emperor's body. Never mind, God knows if he still has any strange life saving magic.

Lin Xuan's sleeve robe blew, the clouds fell and the snow sword re-sacrificed, the wind rose, the moment had passed, and he stabbed the other side hard.

In this series of attacks, Lin Xuan believes that even if the ghost emperor himself were to kiss, he would definitely be traumatized.

Indeed, Lin Xuan was not disappointed, a few hectares, the fireworks dissipated. The phantom has been bombarded with incompleteness. Although no soul is scattered, it is not far from here.

Lin Xuanxi, hands pinched, manipulated the cloud falling snow sword continue to chop vertical, the phantom has no power to fight back at this time, soon, turned into a ghost.

Moon threw the beast's soul out, and the beast's face produced a huge suction, leaving no ghost left, sucking it all in.

Lin Xuan relieved his breath, waved his hands together, retrieved the sacrificed treasure, and then, without hesitation, once again with the moon, sacrificed the beast's soul, performed the art of joining hands, and flew away towards the distance.

At the same time, a few dozen miles away.

Two yuan infant-level old monsters are fighting hard. In terms of strength, Peacock Fairy is naturally stronger. However, Hao Tian Ghost Emperor is cunning and does not fight hard with the other party. He is merely exercising divinity, dragging the other party. In his view, even if there is some special divinity, there is no suspension in the victory.

However, against his will, Lin Xuan could have speculated with common sense. Although he was not as perverted as the hundred poisonous gods of that year, his strength was far above that of the same class of monks.

This way, Hao Tian Ghost Emperor is slowly wasting time with Peacock Fairy. Over there, Lin Xuan has destroyed his identity.

At the moment when the phantom was cut to pieces, Hao Tian Ghost Emperor had already felt it, frowned, and his expression suddenly became hard to see.

Anger crossed, stealing chickens did not corrode rice, his split body was eliminated, although he dripped blood in his heart, but what was even more depressing was that the other party had to escape from his own hands, how could such precious material fall into the hands of a human monk in the district.

“Fuck off! ”

Haotian ghost emperor face twisted, five fingers flashed, several strands of pure yin gas radiated out, turned into a knife gun sword trident several pieces of magic treasure, hit the other side hard.

When Peacock Fairy saw it, he was not afraid. Instead, he gave a slight sarcastic expression at the corner of his mouth: “Why, all of a sudden so excited? Did the body you just let go be wiped out by the other party, hum, goddamn emperor, so is the method. ”

The five colors of spiritual light flashed, turning into several birds of spirituality, no fear of sounding the treasure released by the Ghost Emperor to greet him. (To be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support the author, and support authentic reading!)