Tempered Immortal

Lin Xuan has seen the hope of victory.

However, the monster is also regarded as truly small. It deserves the change of the true immortal's body. The situation is obviously unfavourable to the extreme, and he still struggles with all his strength.

It's not unusual, no one wants to sit around and die.

The ants are still alive, not to mention the fairy practitioners of their rank.

Too bad it's useless.

Such a good opportunity Lin Xuan will not miss.

Such a difficult enemy must be eliminated, otherwise the aftermath cannot be overwhelmed.

In the blink of his sleeve robe, Lin Xuan sacrificed another treasure.

Differences in size from a house seem to be.

The surface is wrapped in a spectacular light, suspended at about the height of Lin Xuan's head.

At first glance, it is a red circle of fire, but on the side of the circle there is a beautiful sculpture of a bird demon beast.

The bird is long, glanced at, seventy-eight points similar to the phoenix, but its body is a bit thinner than the phoenix, and its deity is also arrogant, revealing a luminous atmosphere.

Peacock!

The monster's pupils are microscopic.

Among the true spirits, the peacock is not the most powerful, but it is definitely the most restrained of zombies, spirits and other ghost tribes.

And this treasure seems to contain the soul of a peacock.

In this way, the threat to him becomes apparent.

If it was a time of plenty, he could find a way to deal with it, but in the present case, it was not good enough.

And Lin Xuan's means, it's not just that.

Today, he has restored contact with the mind of the Mirage Fire.

Only Lin Xuan lifted his hands and brushed his fingers gently, flipping like a drumspeak, the whole movement without any fire.

As he moves, the terrible chills dissipate.

After refining the shadow of chaos, Lin Xuan understood the extreme cold rule.

Now that the mind has recovered from the phantom fire, it is natural to use it at this critical moment.

The power of established laws is naturally very different from the cold in general.

The look on the zombie's face grew more painful and his intestines grew blue.

But now it's no use. His situation is so bad that it can't be added.

“Let you see Lin's Red Lotus Fire! ”

Lin Xuan drank loudly, and the sound of delightful ears came into his ears, only to see the peacock ring on his head dripping and spinning.

Then the redman did it, and a fine, long bird of spirit emerged in the void.

The divine arrogance, glancing at it, is somewhat similar to that of a phoenix.

But if you look closely, it's not the same.

Obviously, this is the legendary Peacock of the Spirit who can swallow ghosts.

Quite rightly, it is the soul of the peacock, but the momentum emanating from it is still quite small.

With wings flashing, the sky is bright and red, and there are flames everywhere.

Red Lotus Fire!

The legend can burn everything in the world. It has an incredible restraint effect on ghosts. Zombies obviously belong to ghosts, and his situation is so bad that Lin Xuan doesn't believe he has a chance to escape.

Indeed, under the cover of the extreme cold rule, each other's actions have become extremely slow, and for the sake of stagnation, let alone hiding, even the use of other divine powers to resist one or two has become a luxury.

“No...”

Screaming into your ears doesn't change anything.

Boom!

Only the Spirit shines brightly and looks at it. The sky is full of flames. The other party is swallowed up by the fire of the Red Lotus.

However, the true immortal body, when really small, was struck by such a blow, still has not yet fallen.

Lin Xuan's face revealed a hint of sigh.

This enemy is a lot harder to deal with than we thought.

But... that's it for him!

Lin Xuan's eyes flashed a strong color, his right hand raised, five fingers false grip, a fairy sword time emerged from his fingers, thin as a cicada wings, glance, is actually translucent.

The sword seemed fragile, but it had the power of a palpitating law.

Lin Xuan shook his hand and swung it down.

The whole process was silent, but the split saw an unusual swordsmanship, cloud-covered days, and the noise was magnificent.

But at a glance, it quickly disappeared, and all the swordsight, as if it had been compressed together, turned into a thin filament.

It is truly breathtaking to turn a sword into silk.

And Lin Xuan didn't intend to do anything about it. He did his best.

Spike...

Flashing past.

The bright sea of fire ahead was cut in half.

The face of the zombie was full of unbelievable colors.

A gust of wind.

His body surface, a crack appeared, and then more and more cracks appeared. His body was completely turned into powder. This time, even Yuan Baby had no chance to escape.

Stay where you are. There's only a five-colored glass fire!

Fantasy Fire!

Lin Xuan's face showed satisfaction.

The other party is also self-sufficient.

Having gone through so much trouble, I finally killed this mighty enemy.

He then flew back in place.

The psychic zombies of the true fairy have all fallen, Lin Xuan believes that there should be no danger here anymore.

The only thing that bothered Lin Xuan was that this guy didn't use the treasure left behind by the immortal. Is it that he didn't get it, or is it something else?

Forget it, I don't want to. I'm sure the mystery will be revealed soon.

Lin Xuan's body flashed and returned to the huge mausoleum.

The danger has been eliminated, and the only thing left is the restraint that suppresses God.

Though it is made by the immortals, it is not indestructible. Lin Xuan spent some effort to make this prohibition ineffective.

Lin Xuan then released the god, and then showed Tianfeng's eyes. Indeed, with the harvest, he had found the place where the cactus placed the baby.

Right under that altar.

Lin Xuan's sleeve robe swept away with a sword.

Only Li Mang Da did it. Although the altar was reinforced by Immortal Law, it had no use, and was soon broken.

Then a small box appears in the curtain.

The box was too long to measure, and I didn't know what wood it was made of. It smelled refreshing with a faint scent.

The boxes are placed in a single layer of light.

The light screen was superficially eye-catching.

However, Lin Xuan took a closer look, but felt a little familiar, as if an ancient book had mentioned it.

This prohibition is of no use to ordinary monks and is arguably completely harmless.

However, for ghosts, it has a terrible killing effect. Unless it is the ghost tribe of the post-dowry period, any contact with this ban will be scattered.

Is it true that the Immortal, too, thought of his own flesh, could revive the Spirit, so he left his hindhand behind?

No wonder the monster has no immortal treasure, so here it is.