Tempered Immortal

The cave is hidden in a forest, and there is a pale white fog outside. This fog appears to be similar to dawn dew water, with no glance. However, Lin Xuan's mind was rebounded as soon as he came into contact, which is an extremely powerful method of formation.

Though this is already a forbidden place in the Palace of the Immortal Palace, safety should be safe, it is not surprising that the Cave is the most important place for monks, and that the Spiritual Virtualists have set up some powerful formations here.

After divine knowledge swept, Lin Xuan found that he did not know this set of laws, but his defenses were obviously good. Even if he came out of all of them, he wanted to break them, not for a moment.

Lin Xuan certainly can't do this. Entering his own cave caused so much noise. It's weird that his identity doesn't penetrate.

Good thing he was ready before he got here.

Sleeve robe dashed, a slap-sized platter flew out, Lin Xuan's right hand raised, a trick struck up, the sound of woo into his ear, the next moment, the milky white mist began to pour, then the fog was like two sides apart, a length wide, allowing two monks to fly side by side to reveal the passage.

Lin Xuan closed the platforms and then swung into the cave.

It's much more spacious than I thought, and although it's not luxurious, it's incredibly thoughtful to see any piece of furniture in the cave.

Although the immortal does not pay attention to enjoyment, after all, the true spiritual person is the master of a faction, and he is in control of the super sect. The cave he is studying is too simple to say if it is reasonable.

Of course, Lin Xuan valued it, and it was not this. As soon as he entered the cave, he went straight to the training room without saying anything.

There's nothing else in it but a table and a chair and two futons.

There's a set of wine utensils on the table, and that's where the two storage bags are.

Lin Xuan was absolutely welcome and held it in his hand.

It is true, unless it is such a scattered cultivation as yourself, and there is no place for it, how can a faction of lords like Spiritual Virtualists take risks and carry most of their treasures with them?

Lin Xuan picked up the storage bag, there are countless treasures inside, the materials are different, and the quantity reached an extremely alarming level, but at this moment, Lin Xuan was not in a hurry to take stock.

And what was in the other storage bag was different. After Lin Xuan's knowledge swept, he immediately reversed the storage bag, trembled slightly, and time flew out of it a white glow.

When the halo dissipated, a puppet appeared in sight.

These puppets are not the size of fists, but they come in different shapes, both puppets with anthropomorphic shapes and bird and animal worm fish.

Lin Xuan glanced over, there are dozens of them, and most of them are Dongxuan level.

He is the elder of the Palace of Immortals, a puppet of this grade, but there are no crystals outside to buy.

Lin Xuan was very satisfied and the puppet was one of the goals of his trip.

However, Lin Xuan did not see the puppets in front of him, but rather the legend… a treasure from another town palace in Xianxian Palace.

The puppet, said to have been left behind by the grandmaster, was inherited from ancient times and could even survive the hijacking of old monsters.

Lin Xuan didn't know whether it was true or false. He always felt that the rumors were too exaggerated and suspected from any angle. However, the words were so true. There was a different angle. Didn't you say that there was no wind to wave? The people's words were sworn, even the demonic tribe. It was hard to believe in this rumor. If it was false, does the Miao Immortal Palace really have a strategy to hide the sky and cross the sea? Can it play the heroes of the world, all of them in applause?

Lin Xuan thinks it's impossible!

This puppet can be named after the migratory Nine Immortals. As the treasure of the Town Palace, it will certainly not be a vain name. Even if the rumors are exaggerated, it is not comparable to the old monsters of the Festival, I'm afraid it will not be much different.

If I could take this puppet for myself...

Lin Xuan knew that the idea was a little greedy, but Miao Jiu Xiandan was already in his possession. According to the saying, if he didn't do it, he wouldn't mind taking the other treasure of the pie.

Of course, this matter cannot be rushed. Even if he is now posing as a spiritual hypocrite, he needs to be patient in order to seek such treasures.

I can't eat hot tofu in a hurry.

Lin Xuan has ordered Dahan to let all the elders see themselves in ten days. On these days, Lin Xuan has nothing to do. There is one thing that he urgently needs to deal with.

Lin Xuan has opened the formation of the cave house with a platoon, so he is not afraid to be disturbed.

This is where the Spiritual Virtual Man usually practises, Lin Xuan pulls a futon, sits on his knees, hands flat on his knees, eyes closed...

A moment later, he lifted his hands, covered in glassy green, ten fingers flying, pinched a strange ruling, and then opened his palms, poof, an egg-sized flame, rising from his palms.

Fantastic fire, colorful glass, really look very beautiful.

At this moment, however, although the colorful halos are still flowing, there is a dark gas hidden inside, gathered together and undisturbed, and it seems strange.

Lin Xuan opened his eyes and his eyebrows slightly wrinkled. This black gas appeared only after the demon's head was extinguished on the day of the phantom fire. At first, Lin Xuan did not care much. With the miracle of the phantom fire, I think it won't take long to give it to the refinery land.

However, things went against my will. After so long, the black gas not only was not refined and disappeared, but absorbed the spiritual power in the phantom fire, and grew a lot.

It is not unlikely that such a backlash will devour the magical fires if left to grow.

Although it takes a long time, and it's not very likely, Lin Xuan's personality certainly won't let that happen.

Danger should be strangled in the bud, even if the phantom fire will not be consumed by this magic. If something goes wrong with the enemy, it will make him regret it.

So Lin Xuan decided to remove this hidden danger first.

Deep breath, Lin Xuan's spiritual power flowed like a frown heart, then his pupils turned brilliant silver color, however, in the eyes of Tianfeng God, this magic not only did not see the point, but appeared even deeper.

Lin Xuan sighed, this thing is really weird.

But even that day, the demon head was erased by itself. What kind of climate could this district have achieved with a touch of magic?

It's just a rootless floating ping, and I want to fight my own phantom fire, so I can't help myself.

Lin Xuan took a breath, his hands shook constantly, a few tricks went out and manipulated Fantasy Heaven Fire to refine this magic.

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