Tempered Immortal

An old man in a gorgeous dress, he looked at least seventy years old, but his skin was bright as a jade, and the bones of the fairy wind, like a cactus.

There was a little shadowy terror all over him, but he came to the ghost town.

Not only Lin Xuan, but the rest of the immortals around him showed surprise. However, the gods swept over the old man, but all shocked lowered their heads and quickly slipped away.

Yuan Baby Late!

This man is an archbishop.

Such an existence, apart from those clutch monsters who don't ask about the matter, is already the existence of the top of the human world, and a lot of the temper is strange, naturally no one dares to say more, in case of trouble is not tragic.

Lin Xuan similarly shifted his gaze and his face remained unchanged, but his heart beat slightly faster.

“Master, what's wrong with you?” The sound of Moon's curiosity came into his ear, and an archbishop in the district might think it was remarkable, but the young master should not have seen it yet.

“Moon, do you think this man is familiar? ”

“Ah?” Moon dazed and frowned, his pretty face was full of confusion: "No way, I don't think we've ever met, Master, are you wrong? ”

“I'm not talking about face, I'm talking about breath, I'm talking about power, I'm familiar with it, I should have dealt with it before.” Lin Xuan spoke slowly.

“Young Master, the other party is a fairy repairer in the late Yuan Baby. Don't say that he fought before. Even if he did, he should be impressed, but I really can't remember a thing.” The moon looked weird and said.

And when Lord Lin Xuan's servant quietly discussed with his mind, the old man's eyes swept around him. When he saw Lin Xuan, his pupils narrowed, but his face also showed a blind color.

A little familiar, but how can they be ghost repairs and look different, it shouldn't be that person.

“Moon, I know who this man is.” Lin Xuan turned his mind and searched in his memory. Finally, there was a clue.

“Really, Master, do you remember? ”

“Nice, you remember that guy who impersonated my master.” Lin Xuan said slowly.

“Impersonating Tong Yu, like the Psychotropic Mountain planting to blame, Young Master, you mean the Second Yuan God...” Menstruated by Lin Xuan and smelled Xiaoyao's nose: “It's quite similar, so that puppet is controlled by this guy, eh, corpse, Young Master, this guy is not a human fixer, but a living corpse. ”

“A corpse?” Lin Xuan couldn't help but turn colorful: “No way, Moon, how could I not feel it? ”

“I don't know, maybe because Xiao Xiao is particularly sensitive to pussy monsters, this guy is definitely a corpse, I can't be wrong, Young Master, be careful.” Moon definitely said it.

If it was a former little girl, her reminder, Lin Xuan would not necessarily take it into her heart, she could not even see the other person's true body. How can there be such a magical talent when the moon is a little cotton period ghost repair?

However, unlike today, Lin Xuan doesn't know exactly what the moon used to be, but it can be concluded in the three picture volumes that it is absolutely extraordinary, but she occasionally has some scattered memories, and now it is not surprising to restore some strange abilities.

Living corpses, you have to be careful.

The term sounds a little scary, but it's just another word for psychic zombies.

In the realm of immortality, zombie psychics can be divided into two broad categories.

One is natural psychic, such conditions are very harsh, but it also has advantages for the zombies themselves, just need to be cultivated to a certain degree, it will open up intelligence, similar to the demonic beast entering the incarnation phase, but easier, the natural zombies during the foundation period will possess initial consciousness, after advanced condensation, intelligence is similar to human.

Such a zombie, called a living corpse, possesses a complete sense of self, completely different from a demonic corpse that is manipulated by a fairy, like a puppet.

But the living corpse, though horrible, is not large. First, the natural psychic conditions are strict. Second, even if it appears, it is often slaughtered by fairy repairers, or simply erased by ghosts. As a puppet batter, for example, Lin Xuan's storage bag contains a demon corpse.

For mortals, living corpses are horrible, but in the eyes of a haunted monk, they are fragrant and can be used if the mind is erased, saving time and effort compared to making zombies themselves.

There are even ghost monks who specialize in creating caves in shady graveyards, waiting for the rabbits to grab the corpses.

In this case, there are few surviving corpses who can cultivate their former infancy, especially the horns of the phoenix.

And the guy in front of him has actually reached the realm of the Archbishop, and such a zombie, because of his gift, is not only infinitely powerful, but also hard to imagine, not even afraid of the ordinary Pharaoh.

Good thing they don't seem to recognize themselves.

Otherwise, they are not afraid, but they are also very troublesome.

I don't want to fight this guy again.

Thinking about this, Lin Xuan took a breath to make himself look calmer and more tolerant. He wanted to sneak aside. However, at this moment, the last thing he wanted to see happened, the old man's voice came into his ear: “Stay with me, my husband has something to say. ”

“Shit, is it still exposed? How could you possibly recognize an old corpse dressed like that?” Lin Xuan was frightened and angry, but he also stood still, his mind turned and thought of a way out.

Even if the other party knew that he was the one who killed his second god, it should not have thought that he was Lin Xuan on the hunting order.

It is imperative to get rid of this guy clean and clean, and not to attract the attention of Wan Buddhist sects, otherwise, an archbishop himself is not in sight, but if his identity is revealed, he falls into the siege of the bald donkeys, and wants to get away, it is difficult.

With this in mind, Lin Xuan stopped, but everything that happened behind him, he did not even think about it. The old man's figure flashed and had arrived in the near future. However, he did not want to stop at all, but simply plundered the past.

Lin Xuan looked a little strange: “It would be a mistake, wouldn't you call yourself? ”

Curious, he couldn't help but look up.

A very familiar "delicate face" appeared in the curtain.

“This is...” Lin Xuan's capital, almost unbearable. Although the number of people in front of him is not many, Lin Xuan is really too familiar, because among the brothers of the same age, this is the only person to make himself unscrupulous, impressed, extremely demonic beloved, away from the master of the pharmacy, Tian Xiaojian.

He... he's dressed like a woman.

Lin Xuan blinked desperately. There was no mistake. He could recognize this man as ash. He was indeed Tian Xiaojian's.

PS: Keep asking for references, if not today, please keep voting for me tomorrow, thank you. (To be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support the author, and support authentic reading!)