Tempered Immortal

According to the saying, the mud people are three kinds of fire, not to mention the master of bitterness is a former infantile monster, demonized by the Buddha, the temper is grumpy, and is even more desirable to know.

Because he was badly injured, he had to be intolerant again and again, but this guy in front of him was too deceitful!

The tiger is weak. He really thinks he's a sick cat!

His eyes flashed, the Master of Bitterness reached out and slapped his chest hard, a sperm of blood sprayed out of his mouth.

Immediately after the separation of the fine blood, it expanded rapidly, turning into a sharp bone spear, and there were countless black symbols haunting the surface, which appeared to be mysterious.

“Go!”

Bloody, the spear was like lightning that pierced the sky, banging like each other.

Lin Xuan's light slowed slightly. The other party hated a blow. He couldn't underestimate it. He reached out his hand and slapped it on the storage bag. There was an extra slap-sized shield in his palm.

This shield is made of white bones, and there's a ghost face in the middle of the shield.

Sanyin White Bone Shield!

Lin Xuan's harvest was quite small during the Battle of the Dead Gas Swamp, such as this shield at this moment, and the Yin Yang Fan.

A trick was played on it, the shield suddenly swelled up, the ghost face opened, and a shady wind was thrown out to protect Lin Xuan.

“Huh!”

Master Bitter's face is full of surprises. These three yin white bone shields should belong to some old monster in Wanghui Lake. Why did he get to this kid? Of course, he is not in the mood to care about these now. He turned around and tried to take the road away again.

Unfortunately, it was too late. The demon snake, which had been transformed by the Phantom Fire, had been hiding beside it. At this moment, he saw the opportunity and immediately jumped out.

Castrating electricity came to the old monster instantly, and the master of bitterness could not hide, yet he did not see the unsightly fire in his eyes.

After humming, he lifted his left hand, and his entire palm was wrapped in a tumbling magic, scratching like a fire snake.

The corner of Lin Xuan's mouth revealed a slight mockery. He deserved this old monster's bad luck. After he was seriously injured, his mind was also greatly affected. Otherwise, he would not have seen the great thing about the Phantom Fire...

“Ah!”

In contact with each other, not only did the magic not do anything to stop it, but it greased like a fire and was ignited at once.

Unobstructed, the serpent suddenly entered the body of the Master of Bitterness.

A terrible scream enters the ear, and the Master of Bitterness, at the height of his prosperity, may be able to resist one or two by himself, but now the whole thing becomes a burning burner.

All of a sudden, the brothers of the cotton period stared at each other and showed a slight horror on their faces.

Lin Xuan did not pay any attention to them, but stared closely at the burning fireman.

With a bang of fire, the body of the Master of Bitterness had been torn apart, yet a ray of black light came out of the flame and flew fast.

The speed is strange, but Lin Xuan can still see clearly, it is a small man or two inches old.

Yuan Baby!

Unlike other monks, the Yuan Baby Monster is not a meteor without flesh, and Yuan Baby can reclaim it.

But Lin Xuan will not let him escape at this moment.

A slip from the sleeve into the palm of your hand is the Nine Days Circle of the Moon.

Yuan Bao's little face was full of resentment, his hands still held the storage bag tight in his arms, and his body sparkled with light, and strangely appeared dozens of miles away.

Momentum!

Lin Xuan's eyes squinted, which was also one of Yuan Baby's most difficult skills, and he did not hesitate to sacrifice the magic treasure in his hand.

The object flashed and disappeared from the spot. Then came a terrible sound of fear. The yuan infancy fell from the air, above the waist, with a small circle.

“No... Impossible, what a treasure you are, you can actually break my spell in a flash!” Yuan Baby's face is full of resentment and his eyes are full of incredible colors.

“Humph." Lin Xuan was naturally not interested in explaining anything like him. His wrist shook, and the cold flashed on the ring of the moon for nine days. In an instant, Yuan Baby was frozen.

Then he waved again and took the other person back to his palm.

The dual attribute of Fabao is really useful. After Lin Xuan condensed into a demonic baby, he has gradually begun to play his powerful magic.

Five fingers hard, several swords fire out, the ice broke, Yuan Baby was also killed, only the storage bag left, Lin Xuan naturally did not hesitate to get it.

The whole process of electrocalculus, from the Yuan Baby of the Bitter Master, to being wiped out by Lin Xuan Ice, but in a blink of an eye kung fu.

When those monks react, it's all over.

Lin Xuan looked at the storage bag in his hand, his face was filled with joy. This time, he accidentally wiped out a strong enemy, and a former Baby Brother's storage bag would definitely make him a big shot.

Of course, now he can't clean it up slowly, because the monks have come in silently, and everyone is staring at the storage bag in his hand, full of greed.

Lin Xuan frowned. These people were impoverished by the master of suffering and seemed to want to retrieve a treasure from the old monster, not only because he had been ordered to pursue it.

And now that the storage bags are in their hands, it's no wonder they won't stop.

Unlike Master Bitter, of course, Lin Xuan is perfectly exasperated. Therefore, he is naturally not afraid of a few Brothers of the Gedan Period.

Faceless, suspended in the middle of the sky.

See Lin Xuan has no fear, the hearts of those monks have some mumbling. Although Lin Xuan showed the mending, but only in the late stage of Gedan, the means of killing the Master of Suffering just now can give them a chill.

Though there are many people on my side, there is nothing to be afraid of in theory, but it seems safe not to venture into confrontation with this strange enemy.

Fixing each other is obviously not high enough to give them a deep and unpredictable strange feeling.

“I don't know the name of this Taoist friend, the deacon Thunder Panther from the lower Wanghui Lake hall, thank you for your help.” The ring monk hugged his fist and sounded a dull opening.

Lin Xuan listened, frowned, this person appeared rude, but was actually a well-thought-out guy, with a common name, but had identified himself.

Wanghui Lake, that is the nine forces of the Yunhai, the other party did so, obviously there is a threat in it.

Unfortunately for me, it doesn't help at all.

“Li Yiutian, as soon as he was scattered, there was a great deal of revenge with the bitter old monster, so we couldn't talk about the war fight, it was just a downhole stone.” Lin Xuanmei had no expression and a faint opening.

“Daoist joked.” Lin Xuan spoke so frankly that several monks of Wanghu Lake looked at each other, and Thunder Leopard looked a little uncomfortable.

“In any case, we are all at the same door, and we are always grateful to our friends.” (To be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support the author, and support authentic reading!)