Tempered Immortal

Lin Xuan's face changed, and the author's laughter had entered his ear, only to see his left hand flipped, like a little bit ahead of him, that Yantai flipped over, and the ink inside sprinkled on the surface of the green flame sword.

A strange fragrance suddenly dissipated. Lin Xuan practiced with Bi Fantasy Pyromatic Fire. He was not afraid of poisonous, but the spirit light on the surface of the Blue Fire Sword quickly diminished, and the connection with the gods became faint.

“Ghost Shadow Ink!” Lin Xuan's pupils narrowed, muttered to himself, and his face showed some surprise.

I didn't expect the other party to possess such treasures. Ghostly Shadow Yin ink is also famous in the pubic world. It is said to collect fierce soul grievances, then mix them with filthy objects from heaven to earth, and then condense them in a very special way.

The object is as shady as cold. If it sticks a little, the monk will be poisoned, but the most horrible thing is its filthy effect on the treasure.

Any treasure that sticks to it will inevitably lose its spiritual power.

It is said that there was a great demon of the pubic realm, crossed the space gap and came here, and the ghost shadow ink it possessed made the monks suffer enough.

Later, several former infant monks of the same level as the demon, the former servant and the successor, attacked each other, finally cut each other off, but the name of the demon shadow ink, also made the monks suddenly change color, it is the first evil thing in the world.

How could this treasure of the pubic realm appear in the hands of a human monk?

Lin Xuan's expression, the time has become very serious.

What does the other party have to do with demons?

“Young master, it's your own carelessness, people have already said that this guy has the same kind of smell.” The moon sighed and the expression was a little strange.

“It's my fault.” Lin Xuan nodded his head. Since these days, as the situation has improved, he is indeed a little proud. He is better when faced with the Grand Master. Early and mid-term Yuan Baby Brothers hardly looked into his eyes. This is not right. After all, the fairy who can knot babies, few are fuel saving figures, he has his own odds, he has divinity, and Anchi has no other person.

How can you be so careless in fixing the thorns of immortal footsteps?

Lin Xuan warned himself in his heart, and the light of the blue flame sword had dimmed. Before he had completely lost contact with God, Lin Xuan hastily retrieved it.

The surface of the sword is glowing and some black gas gathers.

Lin Xuan injected the magic, but the sword absorbed much slower. It didn't look like it could be properly refined. I can't even think of restoring it.

Lin Xuan flipped his hand and put it in the storage bag.

On the other hand, the writer's face revealed a slight smile.

While Lin Xuan was stunned, he penned the dragon snake and wrote down three fires in the sky.

Then he tapped it on the storage bag and flew out of it dozens of crystals.

It's all high quality, Lin Xuan couldn't help but be stunned. This guy is definitely far from a regular monk.

At the same time, he manipulated three words, and the scholar also appeared to be a little hard, with a pale expression on his face and a bloody arrow sprayed out.

Blood quickly blends with the light in the crystal stone and is then absorbed by the three firewords together.

The wind rose in the sky, and the sky seemed much darker, and the writer's upper, lower, upper, lower, and lower circles filled with shady fire.

The white color, each group as big as a fist, is tens of thousands.

Lin Xuan also had to change color suddenly, felt a little numb on his scalp, however, this was just the beginning, the writer's expression was shady, but the divine color became insane, suddenly took a deep breath, and then his hands danced. From his body, there was a shady and cold fog, and there was a lot of haunting inside, and it looked very amazing.

Moon is right, it seems that this guy does have some strange connection to the ghost.

Confucian, Yin Soul, that's a little weird.

I don't know what this strange scholar is.

But Lin Xuan doesn't take it lightly anymore.

Those ghosts wrapped around the student's body, and the raging sound of the unjust soul reached his ears, and then something weirder happened.

“Disease!”

Seeing the writer's face seriously, tens of thousands of shady fires began to gather around him, and a tall ten figure appeared in the sky.

It is a fierce demon with a noticeable pointed corner on his head, his wings patting lightly on his back, a pair of eyes as big as a copper bell, and an unusual purple red color. His pupils are very different from those of humans, and he looks quite elongated. Both hands and feet have dark fingernails, revealing a palpitating glow.

Then this ghost roared, like a long whale absorbed water, swallowed all the ghost mist around him into his stomach, and the roaring sound into his ear, and the phantom began to materialize.

Pfft...

Once again, the schoolboy's blood erupted, his face was bleak to the point of the dead body, but his face was full of excitement: “Well, the real ghost work of Xiaosheng's blood, though only to the third level, with the help of spiritual stone treasure, summoned the holy ghost to separate the body, this ghost repair, is not weaker than the Great Brother, now the Daoist regrets it is too late, rest assured, I will not kill you slowly, after destroying Daoist's flesh, I will bind your yuan baby, then slowly soul refine. ”

The schoolboy was laughing a little sick.

“You are a Confucian fairy practitioner, why do you know ghost magic, and you emit a cold soul on your body. Are you not all human and related to the demons of the pubic world?” Lin Xuan stared into each other's eyes and spoke word for word.

The clerk's laughter stopped and a few curiosities appeared on his face. The cold laughter came into his ear: “Daoyou is really smart. You can see that I combine Confucian fairy art with pussy magic, but still can't guess who I am. It seems that after all these years, the seven forces have completely forgotten my family outside the Nine Clouds. ”

“The Los Angeles, what Los Angeles?” Lin Xuan is merely an elder impersonating the ruling king, naturally he does not know what he is referring to, but from the words of the film, he can also hear that the other party has a strong history, and seems to have a strong resentment with the seven main gates.

“Forget it, if you remember my Tianzhou Luo family, must have sent people to hunt for us all these years, how can we restore vitality, now the strength of the family, although less than one-tenth of the height of the period, is finally inherited, and my family, as the reigning master of Tianyun 12 states, inherited the blood of the Six Kings of the Six Kings of the Yin, can naturally carry out some of the practices of the Yin world.” The writer grinned and said, "There is an arrogant gleam in his face.

Lin Xuan did not understand at all. He had never heard of any Yin Six Kings before. After all, compared to the spiritual and demonic realms, the brothers really didn't know much about the Yin Xuan realm, but Lin Xuan caught another clue - Tianzhou! (To be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support the author, and support authentic reading!)