Tempered Immortal

Nearly a hundred lengths to his left, there was a small black dot.

Because such a distance is already a little too far relative to the suppressed god, and the black dot is too thin in size, just about the size of the thumbtip, so Lin Xuan didn't find anything wrong at first.

Fortunately, he was unwilling to gain anything and repeatedly searched carefully with his mind before finally discovering the inappropriateness of nothingness at a critical moment.

Where did this black dot come from?

Lin Xuan flew all the way here, but he didn't find this space like the beginning of chaos, and so on.

There was a glimmer of joy on his face, and Lin Xuan flew over carefully.

Though he deliberately slowed down the speed, how long can a hundred feet of distance fly, saying that it can't be overtaken.

Lin Xuan's gaze then fell on the little black spot.

He had carefully probed it with his divine knowledge, and yet it had no results, because once it touched the object, it was sucked in like a black hole.

Lin Xuan hurried like a gecko broke his tail and erased this part of the god. Otherwise, the consequences would be hard to say.

But it is clear that the black dots in front of us are by no means good.

Lin Xuan even implicitly felt a little space law.

Hey, wait...

Space law?

The power of the laws in this area has been destroyed by Jin Zhentong's own explosion, like everything in heaven and earth, into chaos. Where did the laws come from?

Isn't that a little too strange?

Lin Xuan's eyebrows wrinkled tightly.

He had a little doubt in his mind, but he wasn't sure of anything yet.

But nowadays there are no clues, even if it is a dead horse as a living horse doctor, Lin Xuan will definitely have to try to make himself happy. Thoughts turn around, Lin Xuan does not hesitate. After all, the body of the true spirit and the bag of the Hundred Flowers Fairy are different treasures. How can you risk staying here? How can you not get the same willingness?

Sleeve robes flashed and a rustic style of chango flew out.

This is a treasure from Snow Fox King.

Superficially unobtrusive.

However, Lin Xuan only learned that this is a big thing.

Despite its history, Lin Xuan is not very clear right now, but in terms of power, it is never below the top rear Heavenly Spirit, no... even Xuan Tian Ling Bao can't reach the fall of the Haigo.

In the time of the world, Lin Xuan can rely on it to perform some space secrets.

Now that the cultivation has advanced to the phase of divinity, the power of this falling Haigo is unparalleled, you are welcome to say, with this object, Lin Xuan can even be as powerful as the period of the ferry, apply the laws of space.

Fortunately, this treasure was also possessed by the incarnation. Otherwise, at this moment, in the face of that strange black spot, Lin Xuan really doesn't know what to do. It is not exaggerated to say that nothing can be done.

Looking at Changgo suspended in front of him, Lin Xuan reached out and held him, then took a breath and injected his pure magic into the treasure.

Lin Xuan's second-world infant cultivated, but the power of Snowflake Saint Joe's legacy does not need to be mentioned. Although it is not yet possible to manipulate true magic, its management makes the magic pure and thick, never beneath ordinary divine ancient magic, even beyond.

At this moment, the poured haego absorbs a great deal of pure magic, a buzz enters the ear, the surface patterned bark, as if something had been activated, and countless ancient symbols emerged.

Unlike when this treasure was used before, these symbols are even more difficult and obscure, and obviously very different from what is in the spiritual world. They are familiar to Lin Xuan at first glance.

Magic Print!

And it's the most profound kind.

Only the Holy Ancestral level can be used, it belongs to Xuantian.

The Xuantian Demon Print is activated, and the Pour Haigo has completely turned black.

Lin Xuan's face was shocked, but at this moment, there was no time to give him more thought. Lin Xuan drank loudly and his right hand stabbed him hard towards the bottom.

Spike...

Breaking voices came into his ears, and as he moved, an incredible scene happened.

Four bright moon teeth emerge.

That's right, four!

Do all the dark colors, arrange the combinations, like a forward laser at extremely fast speeds.

Hundred feet of distance, easily crossed, the eye was about to reach the black light point, four months of teeth suddenly merged into the middle, then a form of Pharaoh appeared as a moon tooth blade, much larger.

When the light overflows, there is something like substance, slashing it hard towards the bottom.

Boom!

In the chaotic space, the starting point of the turbulence rippled, then, as if the sound of Buddhist tearing into the ear, the power passed, the thumb-sized light point quickly grew.

Turning into a huge lunar tooth, I don't know where it leads, but Lin Xuan hid, but he smelled a hint of the blood of the true spirit, very faint, as if it was an illusion.

Or maybe it was a sensory error, but after so much effort, Lin Xuan is naturally a little clue, and is never willing to let go.

So, just a little hesitation, he wrapped his soul around it and turned it into a cloud.

However, nothing went wrong. Soon Lin Xuan arrived in a brand new space.

Unfortunately, he turned his head and released his god to measure this strangeness.

Gray, the sky is gray, the earth beneath your feet is gray, the stone you see or the gray.

In the distance, there are some low-lying, hilly things with some plants in the shrub, very sparse spiritual energy.

If it were an ordinary fairy fixer, he would surely be surprised to be transferred here. However, Lin Xuan's color was faint. With his insight, he had heard of such a small space in front of him.

Legend has it that there are many little bits between the spiritual realm, the ancient demonic realm, and the pubic realm.

These bits vary in size, spiritual energy, and the degree to which the magic is possessed varies greatly, and some can even be slightly worse than the spiritual world.

is called the Little Spirit Realm.

Printed, some magic can be compared to the ancient demonic realm, but only slightly less than the ancient demonic realm, known as the Little Demonic Realm.

Yet another, neither spiritual nor magical, even the heavens and the earth are thin, is called the wasted interface.

Neither the Little Spirit Realm, nor the Little Demon Realm, nor the Abandoned Interface, will generally be inhabited, because they are too small, and they are usually no more than a hundred miles in square, large, and no more than a hundred miles away.

The area is small, not even enough to allow for the existence of treasures made using space laws.

And these little bits are constantly moving between the three worlds, and if you encounter a space storm, it's bound to be destroyed.

And as for the past, it is also a land of divergence.

The thought turned around, Lin Xuan had a clear understanding of where he was, and there was a little confusion as to why he was here.

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