Tempered Immortal

Yes, when two big dollar babies are promoted at the same time, his powers are far beyond the same period, but at this moment, nine true spirits are simultaneously transformed, and his powers in the body are at their limit.

At this time, Lin Xuankong had many treasures, but there was no room to carry them out.

In other words, when the Nine True Spirits fail, his situation becomes extremely difficult.

This is a fact that Lin Xuan counts, and the chaos is unclear.

“Goo!”

A low howl enters the ear, shooting two bloody red columns of light out of its eyes.

The speed is fast and instantly crosses a thousand feet.

This time, however, it was not a sneak attack on Lin Xuan, but a very strange appearance in Phoenix's sight.

Phoenix was psychic and immediately found out something was wrong.

When the claws dance, they want to tear the void apart.

Hide first!

Phoenix's reaction is not necessarily rapid, but it's already late.

“Boom!”

The two columns of light accelerated suddenly at the end, hitting the phoenix in the head.

The phoenix was beaten upside down.

“Whoo!”

Instead, countless columns of light were ejected from the vortex, and then a blood-red spear arrived, wrapping the King of the Hundred Birds from all sides.

At such moments, the phoenix could not hide, could only have one wing, and the wind was furious.

This kind of protection cannot be said to be useless, but it is obviously impossible to turn the risk into ravages.

Then a great phoenix went into his ear, and the phoenix was stabbed 708 times.

The vast figure was blurred and disappeared without a trace, leaving only a broken sword, suspended in the air alone.

The phoenix was wiped out, and Lin Xuan's body blossomed.

This is as if the walls had been breached by a gap, and the pressure of the remaining eight true spirits had quickly multiplied.

Almost in the evening, Jin Wu was exterminated.

Peacock is also in a bad position.

Lin Xuan's face was so gloomy, it was an insoluble death, could he have fallen here?

However, there is no time for emotion.

Lin Xuan's hands waved continuously, and a trick was developed. Unfortunately, it was of no use at all. In this case, he was already tired.

The fall of the head of the True Spirit. The sword of the Nine Palaces has become a crack barb. Fortunately, Lin Xuan will use the sword to spiritualize the void. Otherwise, the damage to the magic treasure alone will suffice for him to drink a pot.

Resist desperately to solve the problem.

Lin Xuan's character is extremely resilient. He will never give up until the last minute.

That was it, barely holding out for a few more breaths.

“Gah...”

Weird screams entered the ear, filled with discoloration, the figure of the nine-headed bird blurred for a moment, and the last crashed.

Thereafter, there was no further obstruction, and all attacks, such as storms and rains, wrapped Lin Xuan inside.

Lin Xuan's face was extremely pale.

Now this situation is that Li Yutong and himself are easily located and must be seriously injured, there is nowhere to escape.

Not brave enough, but without a chance, he closed his eyes in despair.

……

And the other side.

Magic Realm.

This is an endless meadow, painting the palace of the original demon ancestors, built inside.

Today's demonic world, talent has faded. Not only has the demonic leader fallen, but even the original demon ancestors have only half left.

Drawing demons is one of them.

By definition, he is famous for his paintings in the Three Realms.

Unlike the rest of the original ancestors, drawing magicians is a lot lazy, often not asking about the demonic world at all, but preferring to send love to the mountain water.

Legend has it that this glimpse of grassland in front of him has been transformed by his paintings.

And in the middle of the meadow, there's an oasis.

That's right, oasis.

Oasis is usually found in the desert, and what we call it here is to distinguish it from the surrounding landscape.

Qingshan, green water, bridge, people can see the young show from time to time to paint. If you don't know, where would you think this is the magic world, what a beautiful scenery!

The clouds were faint and cloudless, and nothing could be seen to be wrong until a sound reached the ear.

There was no sign of it, and the sky suddenly burst.

Note that it's not the clouds that are pouring, it's the voids.

Looking up, the blue of the previous moment has turned gray.

This grey white is not the same as the gloomy, but the atmosphere is more repressive.

Boom!

The sky is like boiled water, crazily tumbling.

The power of immense laws emerges.

And there's more than one strand, tearing each other apart.

Boom!

As a landslide crackles into the ear.

The void has been torn.

One, two...

Miles above the sky, there are countless black dots.

Then it split apart, and an interface channel of varying sizes entered the curtain.

This scene is too frightening, whether it's the painting talent or the ordinary Demon Kosher.

Stunning tongue!

Did the spiritual monks invade?

But the Third World War was long gone, and such speculation was too mysterious.

From that interface channel, countless magic gushes emerge, but clearly different from the magic that existed in the ancient demonic realm.

Later, a laugh came out of it, only to hear its voice, not to see its people, but to hear the demonic race, a face as dirt, some rolling all over the ground, some holding the head, the "bang” exploded.

And the living demons, many of them had bleeding red in their eyes, like their fellow demons around them, and sacrificed Pharaoh.

At one time, there were four shouts of killing, and there was a very strange situation of killing each other.

“The devil's voice runs through the ears. He's an extraterritorial demon! ”

The demon clan who appeared in the first show drank heavily, finally recognizing where the enemy came from: “Go and notify Master Painter, the interface seal has been lifted, and the extraterritorial demon has regained its sanctity. ”

His face was full of fear, but he didn't run away. Instead, he threw ink, penned the dragon snake, and a picture roll was quickly completed.

Magic rolled out, the picture roll was a little twisted and blurred, and the characters on it seemed to have survived, bowed and arrowed, and an extraterritorial celestial demon shot a branch arrow over his head.

However, it is useless, the number of demons outside the sky is too many, each of them is strange to the extreme, the ancient demons are also fierce and struggling, but compared to them, they appear to be awkward, screaming constantly into the ears, bloody rain, sprinkled by the sky, a good cave of heaven blessed land, quickly filled with terrible wind and bitter rain.

“Bold maniac! ”

Until a loud drink came from the sky, and then the amazing demon came out of the sky, painting the demon, waving ink in the cave, completing a heritage work, inspired by the sudden receipt of the flying sword of his men, saying that the extraterritorial celestial demon unsealed the interface and killed it here.

It's horrible!

Exactly, the painting demon is the least favorite of the original demons, but as the highest of the spiritual realm, how could he not know the extraterrestrial demons?