Tempered Immortal

Lin Xuan and Wangting Pavilion can achieve today. Naturally, they have invaded from the bloody storm. They are extremely experienced in the battle. Soon they will come up with a strategy to respond to the enemy.

Moon reached out his hand and patted the invisibility on him. He gradually faded. In the end, he disappeared completely. There was no breath at all. Lin Xuaming knew that Moon was beside him, but he couldn't feel a thing.

So subtle is the result that stealth and convergence cannot be achieved in any way.

Lin Xuan's face is silent, but his heart is also a little amazed. This is still a defect. What will the true invisibility do?

I shook my head, and now is not the time to find one.

Lin Xuan sat on his knees and began to sit down to regain strength. Although in the gathering space, he had received a small bottle of tens of thousands of years of milk, however, such anti-heavenly objects, even if placed in the spiritual realm, are rare and are used as life-saving items at critical moments. Lin Xuan certainly wouldn't foolishly waste them here.

Wangting Pavilion is the same action. Although the ancient demons are slightly inferior to the realm, measuring the power of a fairy repairer is not just an indicator of the realm. The other party's body is the superior demon ancestor. In the classic book, Wangting Pavilion has seen its horrible place, so it dares not be careless.

They didn't wait long, just half a cup of tea kung fu, a huge figure in the eye curtain, dark as ink, wrapped in a fine layer of scaly armor.

Ancient demon!

Its most striking spot is the rugged and ugly head, with two narrow pairs of eyes, one pair of red flashing, the other pair with a spectacular cold shine, a pair of sharp unicorns protruding on the head, the surface patterned spotted, looks like a strange array of laws.

Fangs are exposed and there are actually as many as three nostrils.

Elbows, joints and other important points, all have sharp bone knives sticking out.

The magic was not revealed, but the spirit was overwhelming.

There is no prohibition in this hall. The ancient demon's mind is suppressed as well, but his eyesight is far less than that of a monk.

I swept my eyes and saw clearly what was ahead.

His eyes swept over Lin Xuan and the pavilion, and he had to show some suspicion on his face.

His lips were slightly moving and he was about to say something, but Lin Xuan had no time to argue with him. If he was going to turn his face into a vendetta, it would be the same if he didn't say anything.

As the robe swept, a green light flew out.

With a flash of wind, the shape has risen suddenly, such as thunder and lightning, severely splitting in front of the ancient demons.

This is not a sneak attack, but the daring and fierce attack also shocked the ancient demons to cross.

Red flashes in his eyes have sacrificed a square brick a few inches in size.

After disengaging, the same rapid surge, seemingly clumsy, actually flexed to the extreme point, not slow, easily stopped the blue fire.

The crackling burst into the ear, both treasures were brilliant, wrapping around in the middle of the air to chase, it was hard to divide the time between winning and losing.

Lin Xuan had no unexpected color on his face. Even the Viewing Pavilion was so frightened of the ancient demons. There were several doorways.

But it's kind of weird, actually.

Likewise, Lin Xuan is a superior being. As one of the four culprits of the spiritual world, Lin Xuan believes that he will never be inferior to the demon ancestors of this Raushi. Why is the separation of souls so weak? Is there any hidden secret in the middle?

I'm surprised, but at this moment, Lin Xuan doesn't have time to think deeply about it. The voice of the ancient demon laughed into his ear: “Boy, you dare to act like this, you don't know if you live or die. ”

Then he turned his head to the other side: "Pavilion Daoyou, what do you mean, forget about your bond with me? ”

Don't look at the ancient demon surface calm to the extreme, deep inside, but it's already fluctuating.

How could he have come here if the passage that the boy was taking was a dead end?

A small clutch could never have broken through a thousand phantom arrays. Is it the information you gather that makes a little mistake?

However, he was most unscrupulous, not Lin Xuan, but the pavilion. He thought the other party had fallen into his fist. I didn't think the old man was cunning. The game was actually planned.

Suspicious, but apparently, he naturally doesn't give up his efforts: "Pavilion Daoist, do you want to betray evil and not fly to the upper realm? ”

“You don't have to clamp me with this, even without you, I wouldn't be hard pressed.” The lower jaw of the pavilion was slightly raised, and he was the only one who dared to look at Tianyun Twelve Prefectures in such a way that he regarded the sky as nothing.

“Really? With your strength, you may be able to fly up, but you don't dare to say that there is full certainty, there is also a layer of chance of crashing down, and there is no threat at all if you have this privilege, and you clutch to the late fairy fixer, although the world is the best figure, but you can reach the upper realm, but what is it, without this privilege guide, you think life will be better, to tell you the truth, those flying up brothers...” The ancient demon's face is full of smiles, tone, already contains a very obvious threat.

Wouldn't it be frightening to expect the pavilion to come this far?

The other person's words, don't even try to shake his mind.

Sleeve robes swept away, a foot long Pharaoh flew out, golden rays, and a dragon carved on the surface, a mysterious aura flocked out.

“Golden Lan pen! ”

The ancient demon suddenly changed color and stared dead at the treasure in the hands of the watching pavilion. The tone was unbelievable: “Impossible, there are not many treasures like the Golden Lan pen in the world, how did you get it refined? ”

As the saying goes, a good horse needs a saddle.

Confucianism, the perfect combination of magic and Fabao, a good pen, can make the monks swing ink better and play the Confucianism six art smoothly.

See the pavilion take out the golden lantern pen, at least the strength can surge by more than three floors, no wonder this demonic color has changed.

……

On the other side, the soul misses space, and Tian Xiaojian suddenly widens his eyes.

Almost thought he heard wrong, and with his city capital, he had to show a little blindness on his face, looking at the phantom in front of him: “What did you just say? ”

“I said, do you want to be a fairy? ”

With seduction on his phantom face, the voice is more like a straight into the heart of man. It is a brilliant charm, but unfortunately he is powerless now. Otherwise, it is enough to manipulate the mind of the monk in front of him.

Enchantment, is not the magic talent that nuns can practice, in fact, it is very useful in the struggle.

As the Lord of the ancient demons, he was even better at his skill. At the time of full prosperity, even Brother Daneng could manipulate it. Unfortunately, he had no power at all, but he still had some effect. (To be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support the author, and support authentic reading!)