Tempered Immortal

Cocoon yourself!

The eyes of the ancient beasts were wide open.

Their spirituality has been opened, but they are not as good as real fairy fixers. For a moment, they understand doubt and do not understand what is happening.

And this delay was overshadowed by the blanket of attacks.

The rumbling sounds came into my ears, and then the screaming was loud, and those ancient beasts, though thick and rough, tasted the terrible power of their own divinity at this moment.

In a brief moment, a small half of the grey smoke disappeared, and the rest was also wounded, looking at the real face of the dragon full of fear.

Ho!

However, at this point, the demonic wind burst and a monster of a bull-headed lion flew from afar, spreading golden rays and wings up to two lengths behind him.

The breath it emits is even more frightening and almost comparable to the general true spirit.

King of Ancient Beasts!

Normal fairy fixers would never dare to straighten it out, but the dragon... still drinks there and even starts waving ink, where the dragon snake is penned and the painting is exhilarated.

The ancient king of beasts was furious and angry.

It was subjugated by Hua Yu Humans and used to guard the Cave Mansion. What big wind and waves have not been seen before, but in front of them... I don't know if it's his eyes that are wrong or if that guy is crazy.

However, the idea simply turned around, because his men had been beaten to bits, and the other side was either mentally ill or simply playing a hog eating tiger trick.

“Psst!”

A strange roar came into his ear, not a cow but a tiger, as if it shook deep into a man's soul, and then the monster blurred and pounced forward.

Hundreds of husbands' distance, in the eyes of their hierarchical existence, naturally is better than nothing. In a blink of an eye, the other side came to the front of that gorgeous building.

The claws stick out, with a glow of shadows, and even a hint of light swimming on the surface of the nail...

Not a treasure, but rather a treasure.

Strike hard ahead.

The seemingly reckless motion worked great, a stab went into the ear, as if Bujin had been torn, that mirror-like treasure, did not have a reflective effect, it was all smashed.

King of the Ancient Beasts, indeed, is not a small thing.

The remnants of the ancient beasts were forced to do so with great morale, and for a moment, the roar rose and fell, following their leader.

A drum of energy wants to destroy the dragon here.

So, as the master, what is the real dragon doing?

As if he didn't realize the danger was within reach, he was still struggling there.

The King of Ancient Beasts had rushed close to him, and the dragon's real hand trembled, and the painting he had painted flew.

The painter is good, but the ink is still fresh.

It's got a couple of hunters on it, and bird and animal fish bugs.

At first glance, it does not seem surprising, but at this moment, time seems to have slowed down.

But seeing the scroll take off, and then the ink light makes a big scene, and a ray of light comes out of it, and at one point, the heavens and the earth change color for it.

The paint is black, but I can't see it clearly.

The whole process lasted a tea kung fu.

In the meantime, the roar of the beast, the roar of anger, varied.

But when the darkness spread, the sky cleared up again, and all the ancient beasts, including their kings, disappeared, leaving a lonely scroll.

But if you look closely, what you draw on it is different.

Between the mountains, there are many more ancient beasts.

Some have been ambushed by hunters with forks, some have been covered with wire, and others have simply been locked in cages.

The King of the Ancient Beast is the fiercest of them all.

Several hunters appear to have been bitten in the arms in the scrolls that ambushed them, but their struggle was useless, locked tightly in a few chunky chains and then locked in one of the sturdiest cages.

So it turns out.

If Lin Xuan were here, I'm afraid he'd lose his chin.

The Sky Map of the Snow Cave!

That's right, it's definitely a treasure.

It is well known that the treasures of treasure are extremely precious. To refine them, they require a myriad of treasures. It is even more difficult to say how much effort is required.

But just now, what did the dragon man do?

Swing the ink, pen the dragon snake, then... and this treasure becomes.

I'm afraid no one would believe me if I didn't see it.

Where can you make a treasure like this?

And this treasure in front of us is obviously much more powerful than normal. Otherwise, there can be no mask, so many ancient beasts can be easily depressed.

The true deity of the dragon is so fierce. Can he be as powerful as the true immortal?

Nobody knows.

Everything is covered in mist.

……

And all of this, Lin Xuan didn't know, he didn't know, and he came here to worship his elder brother by chance.

After all the hard work, Lin Xuan finally defeated the giant ape puppet and broke away from that strange restraint, which could be revealed in front of him, but was full of eyelids.

Look away and see nothing.

Lin Xuan's face had to be shady and rainy. It had to be painstakingly painful, but in the end he was busy working for nothing.

You can't start all over again. There are dozens of stone steps. Are they all suspicious?

Thoughts turned in my head, and it's not so easy to make choices today.

Lin Xuan stood in silence, caressing his forehead.

He didn't think much of the kung fu, but quickly moved forward, and although it was a rubble, it was hard to tell if there was really no harvest.

Naturally, it should be explored first.

If there is nothing to be gained, it is not too late to return.

This is undoubtedly the right choice.

Lin Xuan released the god and searched the neighborhood in detail.

The ruins are not spared.

“Huh?”

Unlike the imagination, he soon gained something, and Lin Xuan quickly walked forward like a walker.

Soon came a ruin.

In the eye curtain are several broken walls, mostly affected by the aftermath of the earlier waves, turned into powder, complete, just a few small pieces.

Lin Xuan did not care, the sleeve robe blew, a wind came out, the whistle rolled over, the dust scattered, and then a pattern reflected into the curtain.

“This is...”

Lin Xuan's pupils narrowed, his face could not help revealing the joy, his sleeve robe swung, another wind swept out, and soon saw more new patterns.

Finally, a transfer array appears in the curtain.

Sophisticated and complex, the most amazing thing is that in the aftermath of the struggle just now, it was not damaged at all.

Luck?

No, it's the transmission line that's sturdy.

Lin Xuan does not know where it leads, but the opportunity before him certainly does not give up.