Tempered Immortal

The green light flashed, the nearby spiritual power began to distort, gathered together, a big blue hand shaped in the sky, illusioned a light shadow and went towards the yellow ray.

“My predecessors have mercy. ”

Inside Huang Mang, the teenager raised a frightening voice, but Lin Xuan's expression was as cold as ice. The big blue hand pressed slightly, and he had caught the yellow mang in his hand.

After taking a breath, the Phantom Fire also flew back.

Between the fingers, the strong crossbow was extinguished, Lin Xuan's expression was extremely satisfying.

Even Yuan Baby Weird, that's all.

Put the two men's storage bags in the bag, and Lin Xuan looked at the spiritual strength of the hand.

The expression is a little heavy.

In the palm of the big hand, Huang Mang kept trembling, but unfortunately he could not escape the confinement, and Lin Xuan could feel his fear and venom.

This is a bit strange, it is well known that only the Yuan Baby Weird can be separated from the Yuan God. Normal monks, even in the Gedan period, never have the ability to do this.

Once the soul leaves the flesh, it will disappear into nothingness and disappear from the world without a moment or three.

But this ray of yellow, clearly the soul of the other party, after so long, he did not diminish at all.

Is this guy practicing some sort of spiritual enhancement?

Lin Xuan began to speculate in his mind.

But now he's not in the mood to study anything.

In the blink of his sleeve robe, a small jade box had slipped into his palm, Lin Xuan filled the yellow ray and put a restraining note on the cover of the box.

He has no treasure that nourishes his soul. If he doesn't have a special gift, let him destroy himself.

Of course, if the other Numen can exist forever, then they can be used for another purpose.

After doing all this, Lin Xuan released the divine knowledge. Within a few decades of the circle, there was no fairy repairer. He had to sigh. Although he was not a merciful and soft person, however, the Ma family always brought a scourge because of himself. It was somewhat of a shudder.

Fortunately, the murderer is lying still, and the innocent and tragically dead Brother Ma can meditate under the Nine Springs.

“Master, what shall we do next, stay here and practice? ”

“Of course not.” Lin Xuan shook his head: “This is what I was going to do. The demon baby was not formed long ago. Firm it first, then look for a spirit fire that could refine the dust and dust. However, in the present situation, the plan had to be changed...”

“Why?” Moon's eyes flashed a little confusion.

“Silly girl, do you have to ask, how did the two Confucian fairy fixers find this place?” Lin Xuan smiled.

“What do you think? I think I found the weather when the Young Master's demon baby was formed...” Moon said here, his expression was stiff, and he understood Lin Xuan's thoughts.

“You know, since these two can spot signs of stillbirth, so can the others, if they stay here, trouble will follow.” Lin Xuan sighed.

The moon nodded, the young master said it well, it seems time to leave.

Lin Xuan returned to the canyon, removed the formation in front of the cave, and then cleaned up the other things slightly. Then his robe blew, and a large portion of the wind blade lashed out, and the two walls collapsed by more than half, suddenly eliminating the traces of his past stay here.

Lin Xuan then turned into a green rainbow and walked in the dust.

……

Lin Xuan's choice was correct. Soon, the news came out far away.

First, a strange sign appeared near Huang Qishan, leading to a large number of monks to visit. After all, this natural anomaly is most likely to involve something different.

For a while, the wind surged, and the nearby doorman family, even some of the most powerful scatterers, were not foolish enough to move.

And naturally, nothing was discovered, and the only harvest was the disappearance of the horse house that was trapped here.

Hundreds of monks in the door, slaughtered, no one alive, the news broke out, the whole island vibrated.

Although the Ma family is only small shrimp rice, after all, they are dependent on the power of the Phantom. As the saying goes, beating the dog and looking at the master is not tantamount to slapping the face of the Phantom.

The doorman was angry, and an elder personally led the team to inquire about the root cause.

Wire stripping cocoons and spider tracks surfaced, pointing all kinds of evidence at another giant in the island's fairy world.

Hao Runzong!

Instead of pleading guilty, the party accused the Phantom of mutilating two of their best gelders.

Both lip and tongue swords, the smell of gunpowder grew stronger.

For a while, the wind and wind clashed, and all major forces were speculating that this would not be the trigger of another round of warfare between the two factions of the Demon Confucianism.

Smart people can't shut down, and many clan factions are starting to restrict their disciples from going out and shooting their head birds. At this time, it's best to shrug your head off as a turtle.

Of course, there are some forces that are secretly excited, and heroes are born out of chaos, so long as they are well planned, there is no hope of chestnut extraction in the fire at first.

The dark tide surged.

……

Misty Mountain, the main altar of the Phantom Gate.

In one of the most spiritual places, a white robe john sits on his knees with the elderly Hephyr, both of whom are exuberant infantile masters in terms of spiritual energy.

The White Jade Confucianism nickname demon is the ruler of the faction, and the magic work is strangely cruel, yet often regarded as Confucianism in terms of temperament.

As for the elderly, his body was strong and he was overwhelmed with magic. At first glance, he was a fierce, spicy monastic giant.

“Brother, why do we have to hold our breath? The Ma family is not worth mentioning, but this matter hurts my ghost face too much.” The old man with his hair stared at a pair of foul chicken eyes and had a bad expression.

“Oh, so what should we do, rekindle war with those sour Confucians? ”

“Why not? Are you afraid of them?” The old man at the head said he was uncomfortable.

This is how you really intend to meet each other. The demon superior has to be stunned for a while: “Brother, you are thinking too simply, and it is not necessary to say whether or not this is really a blatant act, but it is still to be considered. Even if the evidence is conclusive, it is not appropriate to meet them now. ”

“Why?”

“Brother, how can you forget what we're trying to do?” The Phantom Man turned his head and looked at the living beast placed on the shelf, nine of whose eyes were already lit: “Now that most of our plans have been carried out, how can we, at this critical moment, be evil with a vast sect? A little patience is always needed. ”

“But...” the old man nodded, but his expression was still a little discouraged.

“Little brother, if you can't bear to make a fuss, at least you're 600 years old. Is that still not clear enough to put up with the temper? As long as our plan succeeds, even if it is a unified island, it is only a matter of raising hands.” The White Robe Confucius smiled. (To be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support the author, and support authentic reading!)