Tempered Immortal

Lin Xuan first refined the body poison in the Phantom Phantom Fire, which devoured the other party's body fire while fighting the Qingyuan Dead King.

As a clutch old monster, the flame cultivated by the Qingyuan Corpse King is not small either. Although it is swallowed by the Phantom Fire, it has not been able to digest and fuse, and Lin Xuan must personally do it.

As he sat on his knees, his eyes closed and he was covered in glassy blue, with a five-tone, Buddhist-like rhyme above his head.

Lay your hands flat on your belly button.

Lesser hectares, Lin Xuan fingers each other, a flame of turquoise green emerged, at first only fist size, but soon it was similar to a person's head.

The colour is also slightly different from before, at the center, there is some more tragic white colour, which is the corpse fire, strictly speaking, it is trapped by the Phantom Fire, far from the refining and chemical fusion.

Lin Xuan lowered his head slightly, his eyes swept over it, and then showed satisfaction.

There is no doubt that the more fierce and intransigent the body fire, the more powerful it will be after refining it.

Lin Xuan's hands lifted up, and the flames of the shadow flowed forward. Then, far away, Lin Xuan stopped and hung quietly.

Lin Xuan then waved his hands like a flower butterfly, and the trick came out one after the other. After a breath, the Phantom Pyramid burst into flames.

Yet even more unexpectedly, that 10,000 years of corpse fire broke free from bondage and separated itself from it.

Of course, Lin Xuan did it deliberately.

As soon as the fire was free, it flashed, turned into a white dragon and flew forward.

The dragon is small and only about inches long.

“Wanna run? ”

Lin Xuan's face revealed a slight mockery, and he didn't see any movement. More than ten colored swordsmen swimmed out of his sleeves.

This time without the wind, it rose, and it was only a few inches long, and it seemed to slash forward in a hurry.

The speed was not fast, but it was blocked in all directions, and there was no escape from the fire.

The dragon's face revealed a hint of anxiety.

Lin Xuan saw this scene and had to have her pupils narrowed. Is this mortal fire also psychic?

It is well known that everything can be repaired, but the magic flame is intelligent, and its difficulty is far from being demonized.

However, the human interface is vast and somewhat constant.

For example, Lin Xuan's Phantom Fire, after devouring the essence of Fire Robbery, became a little conscious.

Although only a little, it's already a joy.

Lin Xuan not only practiced harshness, but also liked exposition books. Remember in one of the books, the spiritual fires of powerful spiritual brothers, the power is very small, especially the most famous ones, are self-conscious.

If the Phantom Fire is able to fully unleash its spirituality, the power will increase dramatically, if not to an incredible extent.

It wasn't just a flame masterpiece, it should have been called a spiritual pet.

The 10,000 years of corpse fire also had a little consciousness, and it was obviously more beneficial to let the Phantom Fire devour it than we thought.

Thinking of this, Lin Xuan's face flashed with a glimmer of joy, his right hand lifted, and pointed forward: “Sick! ”

The sound of the bang came into the ear, and those swordlights actually blew up. Although Lin Xuan did not have a step-by-step clutch, the 40-year cultivation of the Divine Tong has increased considerably more than before.

Sword to silk, able to use this kind of mystery is usually a wise sword repairman, but Lin Xuan also did it, not only that, he also manages the sword to silk, which is obviously more difficult than driving Fabao.

The loud voice was as dense as a rain spot, and soon a five-colored mesh appeared in sight.

The spiritual light flashed and fell towards the body fire cover.

In the case of ordinary magic fire, eighty-nine out of ten can only bind hands, but the corpse fire in front of us is already psychic, and is naturally different.

Only the dragon raised its head and shouted, hallucinating a baby fist-sized skeleton.

Even though it's smaller, it has a palpitating breath.

Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom.

“Pfft...”

The big net was covered in the eyes, and the skeleton opened its mouth and sprayed a grey black glow.

At first, only a little thumb size, dripping around, rapidly rising, holding the optical net against, for a moment, the two sides actually held each other up.

Lin Xuan looked at this scene in his eyes. The expression on his face remained calm and calm. He shook his hands and vomited softly: “Break. ”

Boom!

The lightning thundered into his ear and a hurricane swept through him, and the optical grid burst unexpectedly.

At one time, the five-colored spiritual light flashed, and in the stone chamber, a large diameter light mass formed, completely swallowing the corpse fire.

Lin Xuan saw him and still had no surprise on his face. He just pointed his hands forward.

“Disease.”

A Qingxia lasered out of her fingertips, a slight circle of dancing, turned into a thunder bead, and all fell into the five-color group.

Suddenly, the roar was loud and Lin Xuan continued to celebrate the thunderbolts.

In peace, the power of this explosion is not weak. If it had not been for the prophet Lin Xuan, it would have been banned around. The whole stone room, I fear, would have been ruined.

The time for a meal will soon pass...

Light swallowed up, the explosion gradually faded, Lin Xuan no longer sacrificed thunder beads, yet the color of the face grew more and more concentrated than just now.

Hands waved, one French stamp swept out, then pounded into the ears, such as the shell of a young bird, and the skull-sized fireball broke.

Instead, a long flamingo swept up and spread its wings, dancing in front of Lin Xuan.

“Go!”

Lin Xuan did not hesitate to point a finger. The bird raised its head and made a clear sound. It flashed green and lasered forward.

At this moment, the colorful rhymes have completely disappeared, leaving only a skull, but compared to just now, they have been significantly dimmed, needless to say, severely traumatized.

Lin Xuan's face showed a satisfactory color, and the burning of the body in this state would be much easier to refine.

As the firebird rushed closer, his eyes revealed a hint of fear, opening and spraying a column of light.

But the Fantasy Fire didn't hide, and rushed straight up.

Soon, the two collided, silent, and then there was a glimmer, a miserable white light, chasing each other in the middle of the sky and wrestling.

This process did not last long, the original tens of thousands of years of corpse fire was not the opponent, especially at this moment, it was also severely traumatized and soon re-swallowed by the Phantom Fire.

Hu, Lin Xuan relieved, a trick went out, the birds spread their wings and flew back, circling over Lin Xuan's head.

After this tortuosity, it should be easy to refine 10,000 years of corpse fire. (To be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support the author, and support authentic reading!)