Tempered Immortal

Yu is Tian Xiaojian's visionary sword. I don't know how many times he rolled in the bloody storm. At this moment, his expression is also suddenly cold.

A creepy feeling.

Somehow, there was a cold sweat seeping out of his forehead.

The barrier around this independent space, though incredibly rigid, is not vast in its own right, and he has already searched carefully with divinity, without any sense of the existence of other life.

This sound… where does it come from, and what creature?

Though horrified in his heart, Tian Xiaojian does not have the energy to manage the excess at this moment.

It was a matter of priority, and now his life could be buried in that terrible demon at any moment.

The rumbling sound enters the ear.

The vortex over your head is getting scarier.

Then a dark, inky column of light sprayed out of it.

Not too thick, only rugged in diameter, much less with loud sounds on the side.

At first glance, there doesn't seem to be much to begin with.

However, Tian Xiaojian's expression solidified.

Outside watching is lively, inside watching the doorway.

The attack of the immortal world is not proportional to the volume. As a clutch fixer, Tian Xiaojian's sensation of magic is naturally acute to the extreme.

The magic in it is almost as substantial as it is.

And he has a sense of being locked in and out of hiding.

There is no way to describe that kind of sensation in words, as if it were in an eye-catching column of light, containing some kind of law of heaven and earth.

Tian Xiaojian has never experienced it. The distance between death and self seems to be only a line apart. Do you really want to crash?

Didn't you know that the treasure of the immortal should not have been greedy? At the moment of the destruction of two shadow spirits, it would have been all right to leave with the king?

Tian Xiaojian suffered for a while.

However, neither secular nor immortal practice has any regret drugs sold.

This weak thought just flashed through Tian Xiaojian's heart, and then his eyes became firm.

Stick around?

No, no, no!

That's the choice of the weak!

As long as there is a chance, you have to grasp it.

Ho!

Tian Xiaojian's eyes turned red as if he had fallen into a trap and been besieged by hunters!

Seeing him lift his hands, dance like a flower butterfly, perhaps too fast, there are countless phantoms left in the air, it looks like he has countless hands.

And his most unidle, two lips trembling equally quickly, the ancient and obscure spell flowing out...

He had an extra layer of light in front of him.

It's also a dark color, and there are myriad fist-sized symbols hidden on the surface.

The whole thing took less than half a breath of kung fu. Even though Lin Xuan's Nine Heavenly Spiritual Shield opened quickly, it was equally appalling.

In addition to that light screen, Tian Xiaojian has seven or eight treasures in front of him, not knife gun sword trident, but round shield, iron medal, flag, gold bell and other defenses...

With the infiltration of magic tricks, those things each show the divine and the powerful.

I saw the round shield slip around and it rose suddenly.

Originally only the size of the slap, accompanied by the black light, but sufficiently elevated to two lengths, Wangtian little sword head so blocked, suddenly his entire body, all in shadow.

As for the French flag, it was a windsweep, and a gray-covered glow emerged, with countless bones wrapped around it.

There are demons and humans who fix fairies, and there are a great number of bones.

“Up!”

As Tian Xiaojian drank, the bones suddenly formed in front of him.

Just like the spell he uttered, a white bone wall rose in the sky, and there was more resentment on it.

These skeletons, all of them immortals who died in the hands of Tian Xiaojian, as well as demons, are also locked in their souls and used to refine this white bone flag.

The theory of power may be slightly inferior to the beast soul of the moon, but it has the principle of heterogeneity.

The more spirits there are, the more colorful this treasure is.

As for resentment, not only did it not do any harm to Tian Xiaojian, but it added a little more defense to the white bone wall.

Regardless of the advanced clutch of Tian Xiaojian, since he became the pioneer fixer of the world's top children, of course, the treasure will not be just one heartbreaking sword, and the rest of the iron medals and gold bells are starting to play their power...

The whole process is complicated, in fact, but the winking kung fu, the clutch monk applied, naturally extremely fast.

In front of Tian Xiaojian, the magic light wrapped around him, just treasure and light screen, there are as many as seven or eight pieces.

And every one, there's something unique about it.

Such defense, even in the face of the old monster of late clutch, is not capable of instantaneous destruction, and all he has to do now is take this light column that is no more than the diameter allowed.

Looks like it's okay.

But somehow, the creepy feeling in Tian Xiaojian's heart grew stronger.

The next moment, the light column finally blew off his head, and an incredible scene happened, and all the defenses, no matter how superficial on the surface, at this moment, it was like paper paste, and was easily torn apart 708 times.

Tian Xiaojian could only watch himself be swallowed by the light column.

People do what they are told, in other words, people's efforts can do miracles, but whether they win or not depends on people's problems.

Or luck.

Though it sounds vain, it's true.

Tian Xiaojian is in despair.

Experience to know the horror of the light column may not be less colorful than the giant claws just summoned by the ancient demons.

Protective magic is the last shield, but as soon as it touches, it is bombarded 708 times, and then its own body is completely swallowed...

What else can there be but despair at this moment?

Hidden in the dark, the fiction that had just made a noise grinned. For millions of years, although it took a long time for the fairy to break in, no matter what the strength of the visitor, as long as it entered this independent space, it would inevitably fall.

It is impossible to stop this magic from thinking about God's Thunder after the period of distraction.

And the divine ones, both spiritual and demonic, are extremely superior, trapped in the laws of heaven and earth, it is impossible for the body to come to Mount Penglai at all.

The thought flashed through my head, and the smile on my phantom face grew more and more blurry.

The next moment, however, he glared at his eyes as if he saw something incredible.

……

At the same time, another channel.

The ancient demon stood in an abandoned hall.

The legs are full of broken arms, but these are not human bodies, just puppets like wooden men.

Wood Spirit!

In other words, it is an organism formed by the fusion of wooden spirits, which, in places full of woody spirits, are also killed and can be resurrected very quickly.

The troubles encountered by the ancient demons were similar to those encountered by the Wangting Pavilion. However, he was comfortable coping with them. After the killing of the Wood Spirit, there was no chance of resurrection at all. All of them were demonized with the Great Divinity.

The demonized wood spirits are naturally unable to absorb the wood spirits gas to heal the wounds.

This five-line puppet is superficially difficult to deal with, but it is not difficult to deal with as long as you know its weaknesses and details.

Knowing each other, this phrase is equally applicable in the world of immortality.

“Humph, there are so many wood spirits in this passage, then it is presumed that the passage of the Watching Pavilion is earth spirits, with the strong and horizontal strength of the guy in the late period, I think there should be nothing wrong with dealing with it.” This demon muttered to himself, listening to his tone, and seemed to have a great deal of interest in the Wangting Pavilion.

“If you are so sure, why should you ask me, in fact, whether the Wangting Pavilion is alive or dead, what does it matter? I don't understand why the Tian Yuan Demon Ancestor of the Hall of Fame has to strenuously pull together the clutch period fairy repairer in a district. Although his repair, even in the upper realm, can be based, it is not worth mentioning the strength of our own body.” A clear voice enters the ear.

The voice had just fallen, the ancient demon's chest was blurred, and there was an extra face.

Very handsome, like a white writer, reflecting the ancient demon's strong body, it looks very strange.

“Humph, you know what, in the eyes of this demon ancestor, the existence of the district clutch period is not worth mentioning, but for this human action, I have prepared 100,000 years, have checked the classical books countless times, even if we have worked hard to get to the bone burial place of the true fairy, certain conditions must be met to obtain the treasure. ”

“Pick up the treasure and ask for it. Why haven't I heard you mention it before?” The white writer frowned and was somewhat dissatisfied.

“Huh, why should I tell you that you and I share a body now, but each other's souls are completely independent, and I dare not trust you completely.” So says the ancient demon, and there is nothing to hide from the harsh words.

“Humph, each other, speaking of you and I have a deep blood feud, how could I have ended up in such a situation if you didn't want to break through the realm so that one day you could become the real demon ancestor, practise that taboo and devour your good friend me?” The white writer said faintly, yet the tone was full of resentment.

“What is he talking about in the past? Didn't this demon ancestor succeed? Besides, you have no right to accuse me. Your Excellency did not practice the sealed kung fu as well. Otherwise, how could the spirit be so powerful that I fought with this demon ancestor without winning or losing? Although I could suppress your soul, I couldn't swallow it. Finally, I had to share a body with two people, and the connection between the two spirits was extremely tight. Even this time let the soul divide the realm, that spiritual separation included you and me.” The ancient demons are so depressed when they say this.

“That's also your fault. My situation is worse than yours. If you hadn't done that stupid thing, how could the two of us have ended up in such a situation. Not only did the two gods reside in one body, but the Avatars have not increased, but have greatly diminished. You, Tian Yuan Demon ancestor, were a famous figure in the holy world in the past, but now, the last fight, even almost lost in the hands of a demon general.” The white-writer's tone is strange, a little depressing, and a little bit gloomy. (To be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support the author, and support authentic reading!)