Tempered Immortal

“Ancestor suspected Lin Boy of coming...”

“I don't know how Lin Boy came from, but one thing is for sure, if the Yanshan Monster really treats him as an ordinary Dong Xuan period ancient demon, it's doomed to bad luck. ”

“But even so, Fu Lao Wei is still distracted. Could he still die in Lin Xuan's hands?” Pai Tiancheng's face revealed a slight disconcerting colour and felt that the ancestors thought this matter too easily.

“Dead or alive, it's hard to say, and that forbidden character, you think my husband didn't do anything? ”

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Lin Xuan naturally did not know all of this. This time in the white float scene, he was able to reap a lot more than originally expected. With these treasures, Lin Xuan is confident in his journey to the Valley of the Pharmaceutical King a few years later.

But it also offended Ancestor Yanshan.

Lin Xuanshu is a treasure. Although he has improved a lot since the last encounter with the ancient demons, he is still uncertain about the existence of the upper divine level.

So after leaving the White Float scene, he did not delay at all, and immediately turned into a brilliant and astonishing rainbow.

With Lin Xuan now repaired, the light is naturally unimaginably fast, fully manipulated, it can be called a windswell electric brake.

Short, short, half-day kung fu, has run a million miles away.

The scenery in the curtain, it's getting wilder and wilder.

The magic world environment, though not as scary as rumours suggest, is worse than the spiritual world overall.

Lin Xuan stretched his hand between his waists and took out the black jade eyes Jane, sinking his god into it.

This is a topographic map of tens of millions of miles square, from which Lin Xuan wants to find a suitable place.

However, after a few breaths of kung fu, Lin Xuan suddenly raised his head and his face became very serious.

A huge aura is rapidly approaching this way.

And very familiar.

Ancestor Yanshan!

Lin Xuan's face suddenly became a little hazy. Does this old man still have his ghost?

But after leaving the White Float scene, he kept on hurrying. According to theory, this old monster should have been dumped. How could he come to the door?

Aside from doubt or confusion, is it true that... he put a tracking mark on himself?

This is the only reasonable explanation Lin Xuan can think of.

He hastily released the god and searched all over himself. However, he did not reap any gains. Lin Xuan sighed furiously and injected his powers back into his eyes.

Silver magnificent work, Tianfeng's eyes have a better effect than God's. This time, finally, I found what I wanted. In my corner, I was followed by others.

Damn it!

Years of geese hunting, I didn't expect to be pecked off by geese today.

Lin Xuan raised his right hand and grabbed it in a hurry towards the corner of his clothes.

A blue Xia flew out of the palm of his hand, wrapped around the corner of the coat, and a black gas group of bean grain size emerged in the sky.

Then Qingxia turned black gas into nothingness for the fire.

Though the tracking secretary was destroyed, Lin Xuan's face was not happy.

He couldn't escape because it was too late.

I didn't think I'd pay attention to it, but this is the end of the story.

Not to be depressed, that must be a lie, Lin Xuan's face is shady and dying. The only thing to be thankful for is that this place is deserted, not in the many ancient demonic pools.

You can do all sorts of mysteries without any hesitation. Otherwise, if you are found in the City of Magic to be a human immortal, what you need to face then is not a Yanshan ancestor, but unable to stand in the demonic realm.

In my heart, Lin Xuan's mind calmed down again.

From this point of view, you're lucky, why be silly and depressed here?

The soldiers came to shield the water from the earth. When they faced the ancient demons of Heavenly Corpse Gate, all the situations of crisis passed. Today, all the treasures of strength have been enhanced a lot. Are you afraid of an ancient Yanshan ancestor?

Just try your strength.

Lin Xuan thought so, all kinds of negative emotions quickly calmed down, and became restless.

When fighting, it's also important to know how the mind feels.

Lin Xuan made a choice, of course, he no longer hesitated to do anything. Deep breaths, the magic surrounding his body gradually dissipated, then the light burst, not much at first, but then burst out like a well blowout.

In the face of strong enemies, Lin Xuan did not dare to be careless, anyway, the other party did not intend to let himself go. This place is very remote, so it doesn't matter to expose the identity of the immortal.

Then he lifted his right hand and his robe blew so gently, dozens of swords coming out of his sleeve, flashing against the wind, quickly getting bigger.

The Nine Palaces sword, a total of 9981, is bright and bright.

Lin Xuan held both hands, the fairy sword divided into two strands, one part converging towards the middle, laying a lower layer of sword array around his body, the other part spreading towards the surrounding area, turned into a Yao Guang disc spinning and dancing.

Lin Xuan's methods certainly go beyond that in the face of the distracted old monster.

Yet the other gods didn't make it, and the magic flashed on the sky, and the Yanshan ancestor had already chased them.

So fast!

Lin Xuan sighed darkly. Two pieces of Fabao slipped out of his sleeve and was held by him. It was the soul-seeking needle and soul-loser drum.

These two Demon Powers can be different, but they have never been used by themselves since they were obtained. Lin Xuan has learned a wide range of things, both orthodontics and cultivation, physical refinement, demonization, Buddhist Gong, almost all of them have been involved in hunting, and they don't have to be confined to each other. What is suitable for anything?

The next moment, the magic light came more than a hundred years away. Lin Xuan clearly saw it, and it was indeed the ancestors of Yanshan.

Lin Xuan is naturally not interested in talking to each other for a while.

The first hand is strong, then the second hand is damaged, anyway, the contradiction between the two is irreconcilable, saying nothing is useful.

Thoughts turned around and Lin Xuan did it. He sacrificed the drum of loss first.

Nor did he see his redundant movements. A small black drum flew in front of him. The magic burst, and the soul drum rose rapidly. It was only the size of the fist. In a flash, it turned into a huge giant with a long diameter.

Lin Xuan punched the drum face.

At the same time, with his left hand raised, a trick struck the sword of the Nine Palaces in front of him.

In time, the loud, broken sound enters the ear, and the sword is like a meteor's feather, saving it from all directions to the old monster.

“This...”

Yanshan's ancestors were stunned and frightened, but it was not Lin Xuan's attack.

Instead, this tactic has inevitably changed too much.

When Lin Xuan's temper erupted, he was surprised. This kid is actually a fairy repairer.

Not a saint?

Are those goddamn spiritual guys, sneaking into the holy world to be detectives?

Damn it!

Thoughts have not yet turned around, Lin Xuan's attack has reached the nest, the first to fly to the drum of loss, “bang”, accompanied by a murmur, black sound waves like waves around, quickly covered this area.

This is definitely a fake bag replacement Monster!

Yanshan ancestors are a little confused. How can those humans drive their holy treasures? Is this man human or holy?

Doubt bewildered him, but his response was not slow.

With a cold hum in his ear, he didn't even use any treasure, just a gust of protective magic, and a thick shield appeared in his sight.

What about sound wave attacks? Can you penetrate your protective magic?

Ancestor Yanshan had an arrogant color on his face, and he was indeed qualified to do so.

Where the black sound waves pass, the earth cracks and even the mountain peaks begin to collapse. The treasures of the magic realm are truly extraordinary, especially in the nature of this mass attack, and the power is even more remarkable.

Yet Ancestor Yanshan had nothing to do with it, and his protective magic was bounced back when he came into contact.

“Slowly, are you a human scout or my saint? ”

“Does it make a difference? ”

At the corner of Lin Xuan's mouth, with a hint of irony, even less half the intent was not to stop. The loud, broken voice made loud, and the sword of the Nine Palaces had flown before him.

The character of the ancestors of Yanshan will not be mentioned for the time being. That must be very old-fashioned.

At a glance, you can see that this fiery red sword is very aggressive, definitely not comparable to the drum of loss just now.

At this moment, it was too late to sacrifice the treasure pair, Yanshan Ancestor dancing with his right hand, actually flew out of his fingers a rag, dark, no glance.

However, the sword of the Nine Palaces fell sharply, but all fell into the open space.

“Space treasure! ”

Lin Xuan has experienced countless martial arts since he stepped on the fairy path. This view is also very poisonous. At first glance, he can see the other party's magic treasure properties.

If you were an ordinary fairy fixer, you might find it difficult, but yourself?

Lin Xuan lifted his right hand from the Snow Fox King's Changgo had emerged, but the sound of a roaring bean rushing into his ear.

“This...”

Bad hunch flashed like a spiritual light, Lin Xuan's eyes did silver magnificent work, but this time, he didn't see everything clearly, but it wasn't nothing. Although he didn't know where the ancestors of Yanshan were hiding, he saw the heads of countless demons hiding in the clouds.

Ho!

The demonic wind did a great job, the ghosts suddenly opened the mouth of the blood basin, the colorful flames sprayed from inside, these demonic flame properties are different, but each group, is powerful and fast.

At this moment, Lin Xuan doesn't have time to destroy each other's treasures. It is important to save his life.

After his face went wild, he didn't think much, his shoulders trembled, and he quickly took a step to the left.

Half-air ripples burst, and Lin Xuan also used space spells.

Nine days of microsteps.

Boom! Boom!

Those magic fires passed through the sky. Fortunately, Lin Xuan had already taken refuge more than a hundred lengths away. The mountain behind him was less fortunate and hit.

This is a huge mountain of tens of thousands of miles, yet at this moment, the ice dissolves and, under the power of magic fire, becomes nothing. (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.)