Tempered Immortal

The sun hung high in the sky, Lin Xuan's face was shady, and he lowered his head and looked at what was under his feet.

That's actually a skeleton.

Lin Xuan's eyebrows slightly wrinkled. For 30 days, he had nothing to gain. This sudden clue appeared in front of him, and he would naturally not let go.

Sleeve robes blow, the wind blows, the sand grains are lifted, and what is buried below is reflected in the curtains.

It turns out to be a wreck, wrapped in a wrecked shirt.

After all these years, the surface of the clothing, there is still a faint light, obviously not something ordinary mortals can possess, their identity has been called out.

Lin Xuan then found something, his right hand lifted, five fingers slightly curved, there was no extra action, but it was enough, only the light flashed, a rainbow was captured by him in the palm of his finger, a three-foot-long flying sword.

The shapes are ancient, but the scars on the surface are debilitating and the gaps are everywhere. Obviously, the damage to this treasure is not too small, saying it is a broken sword.

But even so, this treasure is still spiritual!

Lin Xuan's eyes squinted and sighed a moment later.

“The ground is made of glass meteorite. ”

Although this sword has been broken, it is not difficult to see that it is of good quality. Such a treasure is in no way capable of being carried out by ordinary monks.

In other words, the skeleton in front of you should be a divine figure!

The Divergent Fairy Monk will crash into a desert. Of course not because of lack of water or food. What danger did he encounter before he was born?

Lin Xuan played with the treasure in his hand, his expression was obviously deeply thoughtful.

However, despite his extensive knowledge, the clues in front of him were not very solid. Lin Xuan thought for a moment, still had no idea. If he could not figure it out, Lin Xuan would no longer have much thought.

The desert was originally thought to be strange. Today, there seems to be a great danger, but so what, it is too early to let an ordinary distracted monk crash, but to threaten himself.

After all, you can't use common sense to conjure up your strength. This confidence, Lin Xuan still has it.

Since then, Anzi, Lin Xuan would never be afraid of anything.

He didn't get many useful clues from the remains of this monk, and Lin Xuanluo thought about it and continued on his way.

The expression was still cold, but deep down, there was an extra vigilance.

Although Lin Xuan prayed for himself, his strength far outweighed that of a fellow fairy practitioner, but he was too careless and careless to make a mistake, and he would never make it anyway.

As a result, the road continued aimlessly, turning a blind eye, and another half-hour of kung fu passed.

Suddenly, there was no sign, and the dunes on the ground moved.

Lin Xuan frowned, but was not in shock. Turning his head, he saw that the dune was moving very quickly, and the direction was coming towards him.

Obviously, it's not a coincidence that there must be some unknown creature beneath the dunes.

If only God had been released before, everything would have been under control, but now, it has become a luxury. It is good that Lin Xuan is not an ordinary fairy practitioner. He is highly adaptable. Far from ordinary monks can compare, thirty days, not too short. This is a life without God, but Lin Xuan has already adapted to habits.

If you can't find out, Lin Xuan's sleeve robe fluttered, the silver flashed, and a sharp sword lasered out.

Spike...

Very fast, with no suspense at all, the dunes were split in half.

A black-haired monster appears in the curtain.

With more than a long length, the body is flat and flat, with a huge pair of pliers in front of it, and a more prominent tail raised high behind it.

The curved hook on the tail is a lot sharper than a regular blade.

Scorpion!

Lin Xuan's pupils narrowed. Even in the immortal world, there were not many such huge poisonous scorpions. He tried to think, but there was no clue. None of them matched the scorpions in front of him, as he had seen in previous classics.

But it's nothing. Lin Xuan didn't think about it either, so you have to find the bottom line.

Since the scorpion dares to move soil until it is too old, just kill it directly.

So there's a previous scene.

Originally, Lin Xuan thought that the district scorpion, although it was a little bigger, with its own strength, was not a problem to catch.

I don't know, but this time, it was his own enemy. The scorpion, far more difficult than he imagined, Lin Xuan's swordsmanship was ineffective, and the poison needle released from his tail was more poisonous.

Although Lin Xuan practiced with phantom fire, the general toxin is not afraid, but the desert in front of him is so weird, Lin Xuan dared not to try one or two.

In this case, it is always right to take extra precautions. If this poisonous phantom fire is not immune, isn't it tragic?

However, Lin Xuanzheng's heart is a little suspicious, but to say that he is afraid, this is dangerous and difficult in front of him, but it is not enough. Lift his right hand and point it up and down towards the front.

Lin Xuan did not move quickly, or even say, without any human pyrotechnics, but as he moved, the space in front of him wobbled visibly.

Split like water, then saw a thin thread...

Silver flashed, the scorpion was split in half, and the stinking blood flowed out.

The blood was inky green and obviously very toxic.

Normal sword strength has no effect, but after condensing into sword silk, the power can surge a lot. This is the subtlety of turning sword into silk. Lin Xuan is now more and more used.

The poison scorpion has fallen, Lin Xuan is about to walk over to find out, but his eyebrows are wrinkled deep.

The sound of sand coming into my ears, which was a calm desert, suddenly buzzed, one dune at a time into the curtains, moving like this one at an extremely fast speed.

Are they all scorpions?

Lin Xuan was terribly discolored. Look at that number. There are hundreds of them. He has been surrounded by the regiment.

And this is still in sight, because the gods can't release it, it's hard to say if there are more scorpions in the distance, this time really caused a lot of trouble.

Lin Xuan took a deep breath, then sighed.

These scorpions are not only extremely hard, but also extremely poisonous, just one. So much gathering together is truly extraordinary and can already threaten the existence of the divine level.

The remains, the owner of which may have fallen into the hands of this scorpion, Lin Xuan certainly does not want to be left behind.

At first glance, the silver glow shone. This time, it was no longer sword power, but the real Nine Palaces. Although the scorpion in front of him did not necessarily threaten to get himself, it was too big to be reached. (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.)