Tempered Immortal

Charitable eyebrows, yet powerful.

As Hye Xuan drank softly, the Buddha put his hands together and then swept out.

Time, the entire sky, was covered by the bright golden light of Buddha.

A giant hand dozens of acres in size fell from the sky.

Look at that noise, as if a mountain could be painted by him.

If you change to a fairy practitioner, I'm afraid you're desperate, and you can't resist it at all. It's Buddha Gate, the Supreme Demon Master, like the Palm of God.

Lin Xuan has also seen it on the ancient demons of Carol, yet the power is no different than it is in front of him.

After all, the ancient demon, although it also existed in the clutch period in the past, its soul, long ago consumed by the formation method, the soul scattered, the remaining body shell, combined with the Tianxiu real person's Yuan Baby, exerted its strength, but only in the late Yuan Baby period, where can it compare to the old monk in front of you.

Dreams on her delicate face flashed a little anger, her hands raised, scolding softly: “Sick! ”

Blinking with a snowsword and a rainbow, Bishadow saw a thousand length of skill like a flying fairy, severely chopped over the giant hand.

Boom!

The horrible burst into the ear, in the circles, is full of Buddha's light and sword, yet fierce.

A tiny bit of red blood slipped from the corner of the mouth of a fairy, and Huixuan's condition was not much better. His face was almost as white as the dead.

However, it was only a moment.

The old monk took a breath, a tiny bit of gold appeared in his eyebrows, and then his whole skin turned golden, looking like Rohan was reincarnated.

“Amitabha Buddha. ”

The solemn and bright Buddha entered the ear, and then behind Huixuan appeared a colorful treasure.

Slowly spinning, it is engraved with many Luohan Buddhas.

“The Golden Wheel of Great Sadness. ”

Dream Ruyan's pupils narrowed, and the voice also brought some amazing colors: “Old man, you brought the treasure of Banbu sect's township. ”

“Humph, this duel is all over Haikou, either you die or I live, of course this seat should be careful.” Huixuan smiled coldly.

At this moment, both sides have torn their faces apart and are no longer welcome to call them names.

Dreamlike took a breath, this great sad golden wheel is not an ordinary treasure, but a imitation of a certain Heavenly Spirit.

While the power cannot be compared to a true spiritual treasure, it is a common top-of-the-line magic treasure.

But she won't be afraid.

What about the treasure of imitation? Wan Buddhist ancestry is one of the seven major forces of Tianyun Twelve Prefectures. It is deep, but Tianyuan Haikou is nowhere near.

This level of treasure, this school also has.

And just in case, she had it in her storage bag.

Now, that's a brilliant decision.

When the jade hand flashed, there was also something in front of Dream Rusheng.

It is actually a silver ancient clock, only about the size of a ruler, missing a foot, but the surface is full of characters, a wild breath emerges.

“Dinghai Divine Bell. ”

When Huixuan was dumb, he had to show a few dismaying expressions on his face: “Are you kidding me? Didn't this treasure have been lost 800 years ago? ”

“Hmm, this treasure was once stolen by Xiaoxiao, but whoever said it could not be returned to its original owner. ”

As Yin Fairy said coldly, her face was silent, but her heart was a little sour. As Huixuan said, this imitation was lost.

At that time, my sister still presided over Tianyuan Pavilion. In order to often feel depressed about this matter, she said that she did not go to the ancestral ancestors of her party in person after she sat down.

Later, my sister died in the hands of the wind, and at the same time, the matter was still in full swing.

At that time, Dream Rusheng took a blood vow, and the power of the poor for the rest of his life, he also had to let Dinghai Shenzhen return to his party's hands.

At that time, however, she was merely a former baby monk, powerless.

Because the Dinghai Divine Bell turned the other way, it landed in the Valley of Wan.

It is the hiding place for the strongest of the demons.

Let's not say she was a fairy then, but now she has absolutely no chance of winning against Tens of Thousands of Kings.

Is that all you have to do?

Neither can my sister meditate beneath the fountain.

Dreams are like pain, but the immortal world sees strength.

Although Tianyuan Haikou is one of the seven main gates of Yunzhou, there is no way to compare it to Wanju Valley.

At a critical moment, the pavilion came out.

Though he did not want to be evil with Wan Wan Wan Wan Wan Wan, but the man had to bear the burden of failing to save his beloved woman, and had caused the Wang Pavilion the most pain. How could she give up her only wish?

So what if we fight evil demons? The war is over.

Thus, on a night of high moon and dark, Wanting Pavilion's solo sword broke into the Valley of Man.

You don't have to say anything if it doesn't fit.

After all, imitation of Lingbao is not small, but in the world it is already counterproductive, of course Wan Wan Wan is unwilling to hand it over.

At that time, the pavilion was a fairy fixer in the middle of the clutch, and the kingdom of Wan Qiang was similar to his.

A great war, the winds and clouds changed color.

From the point of view of the Magic Spirit, the Wanting Pavilion still needs to win a little, however, the fairy fixer does not talk about single-handedly fighting, as the most powerful power of the demonic tribe, Wan Gu Guang Guang is the demonic tribe during the transformation period, there are hundreds, and Wan Wan's double monk, is also the clutch period.

Although just promoted, as a Kirin descendant of the spiritual tribe of heaven and earth, the witch's cultivation is also very small and visible.

King Wan says hello, all these guys are hugging each other.

But the pavilion is a Confucian immortal, but he is not a corrupt figure. If he dares to break into the valley alone, how can he be unprepared?

With less bullying, the pavilion took out its own treasure.

Tong Tian Ling Bao.

Note that this is a real spiritual treasure, not some kind of counterfeit Siebert.

Its power is conceivable.

So the Wangting Pavilion began to fade.

Hundreds of Shape-shaped Demons are being fought with the power of one person, along with two old monsters from the clutch period.

Though he was also in the middle of the day, the magic of Wisdom Xuan could not be compared to the magic of this moment.

Neither did Wan Xiao Wan show weakness, and took out the Dinghai god clock.

However, it is useless. The Wangting Pavilion is a seed of love. In order to fulfill the last wishes like the Ice Fairy, you put your personal safety in jeopardy.

Blood bathed, still fighting to the death.

Tianyun Province's number one expert, it's amazing how hard it is to fight.

The whole valley was overthrown.

The demon tribe died and wounded countless times, and Wan Wan Wan Wan was finally scared. Although Dinghai Shenzhen Zhong is a treasure against heaven, it can be obviously not lost in this situation.

At the end of the day, though he was sure he had killed Wangting Pavilion, he was afraid he would be the end of the spectacle.

There is nothing to be ashamed of when things get to this point.

Therefore, despite his reluctance, Wan Wan handed over the Dinghai Divine Bell. (To be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support the author, and support authentic reading!)