Tempered Immortal

Prior to that, he had fought with the snake alive and dead, but even if the snake was the original demon, there was no way to compare it to what was before him.

No, not uncomparable, but far from it at all.

The power of each bone spur can be compared to that of the innate spiritual treasure, and at this moment, there are dozens of bone spurs, such as smallpox and rain lasers, each of which can trigger different laws of heaven and earth, subtleties and wonders, difficult to speak of, no wonder this space is almost unbearable.

Lin Xuan's face looked terrible.

Chaos is a little scarier than I thought.

Not to mention that I have not yet penetrated the realm, and even if the strongest of the three worlds were to be easily with myself, I'm afraid few would be able to retreat from it.

That sounds outrageous, but there is no exaggeration.

Today, he is equivalent to confronting more than a dozen clicks of the congenial spirit, which is far beyond Lin Xuan's ability to withstand. Perhaps only that amazing Rain Tong Fairy is able to stop.

Do you really want to crash this time?

Lin Xuan's heart is desperate.

His own divinity knows best, although there are many more than his peers, but in this case, there is no return to heaven.

Frustration, depression, boredom...

But Lin Xuan naturally cannot wait to be killed.

Even if you know it's death, you have to fight. At this time, the Five Dragon Seals are the only thing you can rely on.

Lin Xuan took a deep breath and wanted to mobilize the five dragon seals in her body... No, it would be more appropriate to say that at this time, but something happened that made Lin Xuan's face white.

Bai Ling did not react at all, it was like a dead thing.

Do you mean...

Lin Xuan's mind hid a mockery. He had just promoted his two major yuan babies together. He had exhausted the accumulated yuan power of Bailing Print. At this moment, he needed rest and recuperation.

What a leak in the house it rains at night.

Lin Xuan was angry and hasty and couldn't even sigh.

The greatest reliance on the sword is useless, and there is only hope for true spiritualization of the sword.

Although Lin Xuan also knows that in the face of such a fierce attack, the true spiritual sword technique is mostly ecstasy, but it is also good to be able to block a little.

The thought turned around and Lin Xuan did it.

“Break!”

Along with a loud drink, Lin Xuan pointed forward, and 9981 fairy swords converged in different directions.

Turned into simplicity, with only nine fairy swords left.

Different lengths, different styles, and even the spiritual properties emitted are very different.

The Nine Palaces, as the name suggests, represent gold, wood, water, fire, earth, wind, lightning and illusion. At this moment, it is just the restoration to the most basic form.

Meanwhile, Lin Xuan's Dantian, two Yuan Baby God's thick suspension, as for the true spiritual inner dan, spinning wildly abnormal.

Five colors, nearly a hundred true spirits of fiction emerge.

Most of them have passed, but there are nine of them, not only without silence, but increasingly clear.

Phoenix, True Dragon, Peacock, Dapeng, Peacock, Golden Wood, Kirin, and White Tiger are, of course, indispensable.

Lin Xuan raised his head, his mouth sounded clear and burst straight into the sky, while his right hand raised, towards the heavenly spiritual lid.

With Lin Xuan's actions, those true phantoms disappeared from Lin Xuan's Dantian.

The next moment, it appeared over your head.

Nine strong breaths dissipated.

The sword of the Nine Palaces began to heal, and the light of the Spirit shoots, and then the Nine True Spiritual Shadows, respectively, poured over nine different styles of Immortal Sword.

Fusion with each other.

The original fiction turned into something of substance.

True Spiritualization Sword Technique!

Lin Xuan's use of the Divine Tong to call out.

The Nine-headed Spirit revolves around his side, and by then those bloody red bone pricks are close at hand.

Without Lin Xuan's manipulation and reprimand, Jiu Zhenqi raised his head, and there was an astonishing dispersion of momentum.

Almost every one of them did not go down to the late figures.

The power of the true spiritual sword technique is quite tongue-in-cheek, but the sound of the Phoenix Dragon's chanting enters the ear, and the phoenix and the real dragon rush to the face of the bone prick.

The brave have no fear!

The phoenix has a noble posture.

One of the wings lit a flame of heaven, accompanied by a high phoenix, which converged to the left and right.

Then the two flame tornadoes vacated.

Each path has a diameter of more than 100 characters and is heavenly and grounded.

Such attacks are the true ancestors of the demons, and they are unwilling to strike straight at them.

Yet each of the radiant bone spurs differs in power from the innate spiritual treasure, as if it were a gathering of air between heaven and earth.

And the bone prick in front of the phoenix is exactly two.

A slight collision turned into a giant vortex.

The vortex is blood-red and has a diameter of more than 100 yuan. At a glance, it can't see the bottom, as if even the human mind can attract it.

And then, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom.

The flame tornado is instantaneous, winning or losing.

On the other hand, the situation of the dragon also seems to be different.

Only the tail of a true dragon swung, and the myths of the mountain ranges emerged.

The mountains then peak to have substance, but see a mountain peak fall from the top of its head.

And this time, it faced as many as three bone blades.

Faced with the mountains pounding, those bone blades fell to the ground, and instantly sprouted, they actually grew into an endless tree, which looked like it was different from the forest.

And that's not over yet.

A cane with a thick arm stretched out from the surface of the tree, and the density and numbness of it was like a tentacle dance, and then it was tied together and turned into a layer of mesh.

Surround the falling peaks, layers wrapped around them, and canes shrink constantly, seemingly trying to trap them completely.

And then the excess cane was like a twisting snake, and a bunch of bees were like dragons wrapped around it.

“Aung!”

The dragon bark enters the ear.

Though the dragon in front of us is not real, but has been changed by the sword of the Nine Palaces, because of the spiritual blood, it is as proud as the dragon.

Faced with that countless cane, its eyes were filled with anger.

Two claws danced, and suddenly a dense and numb golden claw appeared, tearing the void apart and fighting the cane hard.

When the time bursts loudly, the golden glow interweaves through the void, it is difficult to divide the victory and defeat.

The real dragon is powerful, the phoenix is not weak, and the rest of the true shadow is less fortunate.

In the face of the blood and red bones of the innate spiritual treasures, they are almost invincible, revealing a wolf's defeat.

Lin Xuan's face looks terrible. It's only a few short breaths. Do you really want to crash here?