Tempered Immortal

“Is this a private space with the best mineral veins? ”

Lin Xuanzheng looked at the strange place in front of him and looked weird.

At this moment, I am in a cold ice field, in the sky, there is heavy snow like goose fur, Lin Xuan stretches out the divine knowledge as far as possible, and I have not found where the veins of the finest crystals are, the space in front of me seems to be vast to the extreme.

This is somewhat strange, and according to common sense, there should be very limited space for this kind of independent space created by ancient times.

Lin Xuan couldn't help but mumble in his heart, and the ancestors of the poison dragon were a little confused, which was different from what he had originally imagined.

However, it is not unusual that there are differences, after all, their situation with regard to this space is merely speculative.

Lin Xuan closed his eyes and sensed the concentration of spiritual gas in this space. Soon the result was obtained, and then he flew together in the most spiritual direction.

I don't know where the best minerals are, but there is no doubt that some of them are located in the densest concentrations of spiritual gas.

The old dragon's eyes flashed sharply and then followed silently.

Flying about a tea kung fu, not only is there goose furry snow falling in the sky, but milky white fog spreads from time to time.

And the more it flies forward, the thicker the fog, and the more it limits the role of God.

It doesn't look like proscribed illusion, but it looks more like it's naturally formed.

Lin Xuan's face couldn't help but sink and his eyebrows gradually wrinkled.

“Huh?”

All of a sudden, he shouted, and the light stopped.

That's because there's an iceberg in front of it.

To say "iceberg” is actually no more than ten characters high, and the mountain is not at all marginal, it is just a large ice block.

Lin Xuan's eyes shrugged and his figure flashed before the ice.

White and flawless, no big difference from the average perennial ice, of course, there is a premise... that there is nothing embedded in that big ice block.

At this moment, Lin Xuan saw the bones in the ice.

Said it was a corpse, but it was perfectly preserved. Saying that Xuxu was alive was no exaggeration.

It was a decorator, three strands of beard, an exquisite skeleton, doing a knuckle-knuckle-knuckle-knuckle-knuckle-knuckle-knuckle-knuckle-knuckle-knuckle-knuckle-knuckle-knuckle-knuckle-knuckle-knuckle-knuckle-knuckle-knuckle-knuckle-knuckle-knuckle-knuckle-knuckle-knuckle-knuckle-knuckle-knuckle-knuckle-knuckle-knuckle-knuckle-knuckle-knuckle-knuckle-knuckle-knuckle-knuckle-knuckle-knuckle-knuckle-knock

And it is speculated that the strength of this monk should not be low.

And his clothes.

Lin Xuan has been in the spiritual realm for hundreds of years. He has not arrived in your land at the beginning of the year and knows nothing about anything.

Although all these years of traveling south, Lin Xuan will browse the scriptures, and Lin Xuan can say that he is far better than most native fairy cultivators.

That is not an exaggeration.

Apparently, they are quite different from what they are now, but the jade coat on their waist was popular some 780,000 years ago.

In other words, this man is probably the ancient fairy of that era.

Lin Xuan is still confident about this assumption, but in peace of mind, it doesn't really mean much.

What Lin Xuan most wanted to know was why he died, and this one across the ice was obviously difficult to find out.

The green swordfish swept out of the robe, and then the light flashed, breaking the ice.

Thousands of years of cold hardness are far better than iron stone, but it is obviously unrealistic to try to block Lin Xuan's attack.

Even if he doesn't use the treasure, the sword he wields is far better than his fellow immortals.

Afterwards, Lin Xuan's eyes flashed with silver flashes. After a moment, his face became even more gloomy. This person broke his pulse and his Yuan Baby in Dantian Qi Hai did not escape, because it had collapsed.

On one side, the look of the old dragon was different, as if it was also difficult to see the extreme, although he could not see the mystery of the spiritual eye, but such an examination could be judged in the same way as the gods.

“From what you can see, how did this man fall?” Lin Xuan's slow voice came into his ear, and the two of them were pregnant with ghosts, but there was no obstacle to discussing.

“According to the old slave, the man was killed instantly.” The old dragon's face was a little white and the scene in front of him was a little weird.

“In a flash, Lin thought the same thing. We judged the same thing, but can Daoyou judge what kind of magic talent he died of? ”

“This...”

Ancestors of poisonous dragons with their hands touched foreheads, his face showed a few sincere colors. At this moment, he has given up with Lin Xuanfeng and the serpent. This independent space does not seem to be calm and waveless, but like there is some great danger hidden. If it really happened, the first unlucky one is himself, so he dared not be careless and careless.

“When the pulse is broken, even the dollar baby collapses in the body, and the deviant appearance is not scarred at all. In this way, the crash is not caused by the general deity. If Old Slave were allowed to say that he died of soundwaves and other mysteries.” Old Dragon Ancestor said slowly, after all, the old monster lived tens of thousands of years, how could this experience not be rich?

“Nice.”

Lin Xuan nodded, and this judgment coincided with what he could say was unfaithful.

At the same time, the heart is mumbling in darkness. Under the magic of sound waves, Lin Xuan can easily contact the celestial fairies introduced to him by Zixuan.

But the thought just flashed and Lin Xuan shook his head. Although he had never seen it before, the Tianyin Fairy was a powerful fairy of the ferry class. Why did he run to the remote soil of Donghai?

Besides, acoustic surgery is not the only type of acoustic surgery.

Ancestral Toxic Dragon's analysis continues to be passed into the ear: “It is difficult to say the specific circumstances of this person, but at least it is a former infant-level immortal. Before he is about to die, he is still practicing the method, that is, it should have been killed by seconds, and the other party's use is actually sound wave mystery, which can be repaired as a small but, what will it be? ”

“Buddhist lion roar, thunderbolt mystery, or the magic of the demon's whistling spirit...”

“Taoist friends don't have to guess. As far as I know, Joffrey the Orthodox, including the demon cultivator, every genre, has sonic secrets. We don't know what the situation was on that day. It's hard to guess, even if we guessed it, it's useless. Things have been going on for so many years...”

“The master said it was good, but the old slaves looked alike, and things changed easily. Whatever happened back then, I think it's time to go back to the dust.” The dragon ancestor nodded, not to kiss his ass, but to agree with Lin Xuan.

“I hope so. ”

Lin Xuan's face, still gloomy, chest, as if pressed a big stone, treasure is not so easy to pick, can everything go smoothly, peace of mind, he is not sure, yet things have reached this stage, how can he waste it halfway?

PS: Third, I'm really sorry, there's no way to break out today. Tomorrow, I think, the phantom rain has caught cold, my head is dizzy, my teeth are stuck to this day, I really can't handle it. I'm sorry, I'm going to sleep today. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote on recommendations, monthly tickets (qidian.com), and your support is my biggest motivation.)