Tempered Immortal

Li Mang flashed. The demon had no suspense. It was unloaded eight pieces.

He lost his head and his eyes filled with resentment. He opened his mouth and blew furiously.

The noise of the tsunami, like the raging tide, the visible ripples of the naked eye spread towards the surrounding area...

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

The Wangting Pavilion also had to go backwards, I didn't expect this step, this demon can still fight back, but in any case, it is already a strong crossbow, naturally there is no need to touch it harder.

By exerting the final divine talent, he forced his strong enemies to retreat. In that bursting demonic body, he flew out a deep black gas and swept towards the surrounding area.

A slight surge disappeared without a trace.

The next moment, more than twenty husbands are in the distance.

Flash!

More subtle space spells than transients.

The other Numen want to escape.

Lin Xuan, however, had long looked to his side, holding an ancient shape of Changgo in his hand.

The power is like the water of a shooting embankment, pouring into it, then swinging toward each other, crushing down.

“Spike" sounded gently into the ear, the space fluctuated together, and the black gas disappeared again, appearing in sight.

Gathered in the middle, a ghost's head appeared, but he had two faces.

One was just the ancient demon, and the other, with the white writer on his chest, was the only wonderful one.

“Disease.”

Lin Xuan pointed forward and the illusion flame emerged, flashing slightly, turning into a three-color mesh covering each other.

The face of the demon has changed.

The power of these three colors of flames, which he has just seen, cannot help but show fear on his face.

“You cannot kill me. I am the superior Tian Yuan Demon. If you kill me, my body will never rest with you. I will pinch you then, as if I were a bug.” The sound of the golden iron symphony enters the ear, and the demon's soul is lost, but the tone is still hard to the extreme, and it sounds like no sincerity at all to ask for forgiveness.

“Trash, what do you think you are, and a bereavement dog deserves to threaten me.” Lin Xuan's face flashed a bit of haze: “No bullshit demon ancestors are aware of the defeated at all. ”

The voice fell, Lin Xuan's hands trembled, and the mesh of the tri-colored flame suddenly fell down, squeezing the demon's soul inside.

Watching the pavilion stare at each other, the spirit's eyes became more and more afraid.

Both faces breathed simultaneously, spraying black and red magic flames out.

Unfortunately, without effect, there is not much left to burn, and at this moment, his master has run out of light, how can he resist the Phantom Fire?

In contact with the two, the phantom fire is like a drop of water in a rolling oil, burning more and more intensely.

The cry flashed, and the demon's soul had been wrapped in the flames of the bear.

In his mouth, he uttered a terrible and tragic shout. His heart was filled with resentment and plotted for more than 100,000 years. Finally, it was ruined in the hands of the early clutch boy in a district. The Heavenly Magic ancestors rushed into the lobby with fire.

After a moment, the sound stopped, but it was extinct, leaving an egg-sized flame hanging in the air. Then, like a long whale absorbing water, it returned to Lin Xuan's sleeve.

Despite killing another superior being, Lin Xuan's divine colour is frankly extreme. As the saying goes, lice is not more itchy, debt is not more sad. Anyway, he has long been remembered by the Princess of the Crescent Moon and the Princess of the Crescent Moon. Compared to these two threats, the curse of Demon Joe is more than mentioned.

Anyway, what I want to go to is the spiritual realm. Even if the other party is so enlightened, can it still come to avenge itself?

A spiritual monk is no different from the ancient magic, and if he dares to do so, he will die only from the siege of powerful monks.

Strong enemies have been eliminated.

However, Lin Xuan was slightly hesitant when he made too much effort in the first battle. He reached between his waists and flew out a small jade bottle.

The bottle plug was unplugged, fragrant, refreshing, and the lookout pavilion sniffed its nose. At first, the colour appeared blind on its face, but it was quickly replaced by an incredible one.

As the first master of Sky Cloud Twelve, he has never seen anything, but 10,000 years of milk, which is not a legend, has long been extinct in the human world?

Where did this boy find his treasure, neither in his own capacity nor in his possession?

Too many doubts, the strength shown by Lin Xuan in the war just now also shocked Wangting Pavilion.

This is like the beginning of the clutch, Pharaoh, Kung Fu, Intelligence, nothing but the top choice, and his endless means...

Though the Watching Pavilion does not think that they can outperform themselves, they are considered peers in their hearts.

His eyes turned again to the girl beside him. In peace of mind, Moon's performance had not much to do, but the ghost shadow ink made the pavilion dare not to pay any attention.

This thing, it's not from the human world, he can't recognize it, but in its Dantian field, there's the soul of the real dragon.

The guy, who took some effort and liked to flirt with beautiful women, but strength, he was a very powerful man in the spirit world.

In the interfacial battle of that year, Sha Yin ink made the spiritual monks suffer enough. How much is recorded in the scriptures, he won't recognize it?

Surprised, he naturally put away his skinny expression and raised the pavilion a few words.

Lin Xuan raised his head and dropped a drop of tens of thousands of years of milk into his mouth. His intuition was warm in the field, and his abundance of spirituality spread out in the field.

The defensive mind was indispensable. Although there was a verbal agreement with the pavilion, Lin Xuan put his fate in the hands of the other party.

Maintain plenty of power so that you have the capital to continue negotiations with the other party.

……

On the other side, the soul misses space.

Tian Xiaojian's expression changed colors, surprised, confused, confused, angry, ridiculous, different...

It took half a cup of tea to finally calm down.

Lift your head up, filled with a shadowy look over your head.

Cheng Xian?

Are you a fool to treat Master Ben like this?

He only clutched the area himself. He wasn't even sure about flying to the spiritual realm. He was still 18,000 miles away from Chengxian.

No matter how arrogant he is, he will never dare to ask for the path of Immortality. It can be done at once. He can't believe that such temptation is too much to underestimate his intelligence.

It's like a beggar who doesn't have enough food and clothes, but you go and ask him if he wants to be the richest man in the world.

This is obviously very absurd.

The sword is not stupid, how can the pie fall from the sky!

“What, you don't believe me, you know who I am? ”

“Who cares what you are? ”

Tian Xiaojian's rude words silenced the phantom. Pingyang Tiger was bullied by the dog for a long time before he sighed: “A little human monk, perhaps he has not heard my name, in ancient times, I was the great demonic leader. ”

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