Tempered Immortal

With this in mind, Lin Xuan suddenly settled a lot.

During the Little Feud, I don't know which genius created it, but in the end, it's just another way, totally incomparable with the real Feud.

The occasional ability to mobilize the laws of heaven and earth and to replace them with immortals of divinity would be fatal, and it would be easy to destroy them with only a little force of law, but the situation would naturally be very different in its own right.

Thoughts suddenly turned in my head, Lin Xuan's hand was not slow.

In the blink of a sleeve robe, a short sword with a long ruler flew out of its sleeve. The shape is completely different from the original magic sword. The Phage sword is simply another treasure.

The sound of clarity was loud, and a gorgeous and overbearing atmosphere emerged.

Lin Xuan took a deep breath and injected his full powers into the Phage Sword in his hand.

Then he raised his sword and fell. As he moved, he burst, a pound of spiritual energy, centered on the fairy sword in Lin Xuan's hand, and burst out towards the surrounding area.

Green Dragon, White Tiger, Peacock, Xuanwu.

The fiction of the Four Spirits emerged in that brilliant light, fist-sized symbols, thousands more, so loud that the old man of the bell suddenly changed color.

At this time, he can no longer hide, and, as Lin Xuan speculated, although he can mobilize the laws of heaven and earth, the price paid for this is extraordinary and cannot be used at will.

Damn it!

The old monster's eyes flashed with resentment, and he was forced to this point by a divine presence.

In a hurry, he wiped his waist and a flag appeared.

As soon as this treasure is sacrificed, the time is shadowy and the roar of powerful ghosts enters the ear.

No, it's not just a growl. The sound is a ghost. If you're a fairy practitioner with a less determined mind, maybe that's your life.

“Little man, let me show you how powerful the old man is! ”

Mandarin?

It sounds familiar. When I first set foot in the immortal world, the head of the Phantom Demon Dao in Pyongzhou was the same as the monumental treasure of the great demon.

But how can the great demon, merely the dominion of a small part of the human world, be compared to the superior monk in front of us?

Mandarin is just the same name. As for power, it's not a level at all.

The great demon honored the treasure, but it sealed tens of thousands of mortal souls, of which more than twenty were geldens and foundational immortals.

At that time, Lin Xuan looked terrible, but if he got it now, it would be like a joke.

However, the spirits in front of the eyes are different, just looking at the materials is not small, as for the spirits inside, let alone ordinary mortals, all without exception are immortals.

And there are no fewer than 100,000, used as the main soul, and nearly a hundred Dong Xuan level immortals, even a few of them, are the souls of the Divine Brothers.

This unfolded with a sudden and tragic wind and a change of colour in the heavens and the earth.

“Disease!”

The old clock monster pointed like a thousand souls on the top of his head. As he moved, he pounded into his ear and a green cloud emerged from the surface of the flag.

And suddenly rose, and put the shadow of the old bell monster in between, the time, the bitter cold wind, the color of the cloud, and the strange surge changed.

One moment, it was still like a green pool, but the next moment, it was dark as ink, just after the kung fu of Su, it turned into a gray white corpse cloud.

Heavy corpse gas, middle man nausea, hidden shadows flashing inside.

It also seems that the sound of the chain falling into the ear.

Lin Xuan's pupils narrowed, but deep inside his eyes were made of silver. With the effect of Tianfeng's eyes, Lin Xuan clearly saw the movement inside, and there were actually three tall alchemists.

One back on the left is a little camel with a long hand, two pupils in grey white, and a vibrant breath emerges.

The one on the right is also a heavy weapon, holding both hands tight, it is actually a mountain axe, ordinary zombies, all flesh and blood dry, yet this guy is different, full of muscles, knots, at first glance is a powerful demon.

Yet these two are not the worst.

The zombies in the middle, all in their skin, have actually developed a faint silver color, and there appear to be some symbolic lines.

And he had no weapon in his hand, just a big chain strapped to his wrists, and that was the sound of the dragging.

It is also the heaviest gas.

All three carcasses are exposed to their teeth, and the whole process is complicated, in fact, it is only a matter of kung fu. In a flash, the illusion of the four spirits has been killed in front of them, depending on how they cope.

The power of this tens of thousands of souls seems to far outweigh the imagination. Lin Xuan's curiosity has a few hidden expectations in his heart.

The next scene, however, stunned him.

Faced with the attack of the Phantom of the Four Spirits, the three alchemists did not confront the enemy in the face, but instead pushed forward. The corpse gas was made big, and the ice actually dissolved.

After that, the body gas regrouped, but the illusion was no longer a refiner, but a skeleton. Lin Xuan was slightly numbered, and there were one hundred and eight.

Even with Lin Xuan's insight, you can't stop watching this scene.

Of the three realms of magic, the genius of the pubic realm is the weirdest and most variable, and the ancients sincerely do not deceive me.

One hundred and eight skeletons came out, and immediately a mouth without a word was chewed, the roaring sound came into his ear, and his mouth sprayed with magic fire.

Those magic fires are green, accompanied by a shady wind, which makes you feel cold from the bones, but the power is really small, especially the number of them, even in pieces, half the sky is filled with tragic green flames.

The illusion of the Four Spirits flourished, but by this infinite magic fire, the armor was thrown off and quickly vanished.

“This...”

Lin Xuan closed his tongue. Although he knew that the power of the Spirit Xuan was not small, he also never thought that a single face could not resist his own Phantom Sword.

Seeing the fierce atmosphere of demonic fire, such as the raging sea tide, he was about to wrap himself up, Lin Xuan did not say anything, his body slipped around, an egg-sized flame emerged from the surface of his body, like a laser in front of him.

Five colors of glass, just like a magical fire.

Immediately after leaving Lin Xuan's body, the wind rose and quickly turned into a five-coloured glass shield that covered Lin Xuan's body.

Old Zhong saw the scene, the corner of his mouth was filled with the colour of a cold laugh, and as soon as the technique was prompted, the green ghost fire burst, instantly swallowed up Lin Xuan.

“Hey, hey, wrapped in all this ghost fire, even if it existed during the real ferry, it had to be peeled off, little guy, wouldn't you turn to ashes this time?” (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.)