Tempered Immortal

His face twisted, his eyes hidden with sparkling light, the shadows of the wind were inky, and the fluctuations emanating from his body were even weirder.

Like a demon, like a fairy, but not a fairy, as if swimming between them.

Hidden in the corner of his mouth was the colour of a cold laugh. During the whistle, the shadow became even more extreme. His size also expanded to Joosh, like a fierce sword in the field.

Takeover!

Despite the fact that the chess was so poor that this last step could not be completed, the immortal did not want to suffer for a thousand years, so it was lost to the east.

How about a little adventure?

He is still prepared to take over Tian Xiao's sword as planned.

Tian Xiaojian will naturally not sit around waiting to be killed.

How could he be unprepared if he dared to unravel the conspiracy of the other party?

The boy also had something to do with it.

His face is still calm, and his strength alone is impressive.

In the dead heart, however, this is the end of the matter, there is no way to retreat, there is no arrow to open the bow, even if you know that there are cliffs waiting ahead, you only have to let go.

Thoughts in his mind were like electric lightning stone fire, but his movements were not delayed at all, and he still fell like a fierce sword in the field.

Rabbit up and down!

Tian Xiaojian's eyes flashed with a slightly blurred figure and retreated towards the rear.

And in the process of retreating, the sleeve robe swayed.

Red orange, yellow, green, blue and purple, seven different colors of walnuts were sacrificed by him.

Arrange in the direction of Tianxun Beidou, like a scoop of wine, in front of Tian Xiaojian.

“This is...”

There is a bad feeling in the mind of the immortal.

But Tian Xiaojian's hands flipped, such as the drumstick string, and a method resembled a meteor's flock feather, and he flew out from his fingertips.

All seven of them lit up like the legendary seven stars of Beidou.

Beautiful!

It is heartening, however, that the power of a law flows out of it.

Like a river dyke, it is like a flood overflowing, and in an instant, it will flood the immortals with dead prosperity.

He was then transformed into a semi-transparent light sphere, wrapped in it.

“This is...”

The dead-eyed, hysterical voice came out of the light sphere: “It's a soul seal, there's not much fairy world. Where did you get it, how could you hide it from me? ”

No wonder his reaction is so outrageous, not to mention the soul sealer is rare. The most important thing is that he is always by his side. Reasonably, Tian Xiaojian could not hide himself. Why did he get such a treasure, but he did not remember a thing.

“Old man, even if you're a human being, do you really think Master Ben is a fool and can leave you to fish? ”

Tian Xiaojian's cold voice enters his ear.

“You...”

Dead and angry, he clashed to the right, Tian Xiaojian's face was full of mockery, his hands were still flying, and as he moved, a magic print flew out of his sleeve.

These magic prints differ from the size of the thumb as if they were very deep and complex. With the action of Tian Xiaojian, the arrangement combines to illuminate a thin chain.

“Down!”

With a scolding, the chain amplifies, wrapping the translucent layer of light, and the power of a strange law dissipates.

“This is...”

Dead Rong was supposed to clash left and right, then suddenly stopped the movement in his hand, a little pain appeared on his face, but the incredible ingredient was more: “This is the secret of the Nine Holy Magic Gongs, but I deliberately hid it and it wasn't taught to you, you... How did you learn? ”

His voice was filled with panic, and he concealed a very terrible possibility.

“Well, you didn't teach me, but what about the others? ”

“Someone else, that old guy, is impossible, his soul has long been eaten clean by me.” Dead and prosperous said in the hysteria.

“Did you really eat it up? It was just a wish. The spiritual power of the Demonic Colonel is not as powerful as yours, but it is not without any resistance. He is just hiding in the dark and quietly indulgent. ”

“Hidden patience, does he want...”

“Well, he wants revenge, and no matter what, he can't let you live alone. You think you have everything under control, but you don't know that every hundred years, he will be able to wake up for a day, and that day, you will fall asleep, and later, even if you wake up, you won't feel anything wrong. ”

“So that's it.” Dead Rong's face was filled with sorrow, and he finally understood where he had lost: “But you just said it was because of Lin Boy...”

“Idiot, that was just a blow. I lied to you intentionally. If you're not relaxed, where is it that easy to get in? ”

Tian Xiaojian's chilling voice came into his ear, and while he was talking, he hadn't stopped the movement in his hand, a trick came out, and more chains wrapped the light ball.

Then Tian Xiaojian took a breath, his head grew more than ten times bigger, he looked ridiculous, but in invisibility he added a few more hints.

The blood basin opened wide open, and the horrible suction came out of it, looking at him, wanting to swallow each other in the stomach.

The face of the prodigal immortal was filled with anger. He wanted to take possession of it himself, but he didn't expect it to turn into this result.

This is horrible!

He's in a terrible situation, but naturally he can't wait to be killed.

Struggling hard, not much use.

The only thing left to see from Tian Xiaojian's mouth was Jong-shu, and a little fear appeared on the face of the immortal: “Stop, do you really want the fish to die? ”

“You have the achievements of today, the old man's kung fu is indispensable. It's a big deal to keep us apart. Don't make things too great. ”

……

However, Tian Xiaojian was not frightened without his sight.

“Ok, ok, it's a new calf not afraid of tigers, since you want to push your husband to the end of the road, then we can crash together. ”

Dead and proud immortal said harshly, the voice has not fallen, he has been wrapped in the frantic breath, although there is only one soul left, the lean and dead camel is bigger than the horse, so close to the self-explosion, the power is also very small.

This Little Rita Sword is not unknown, yet he ignores it.

A bad feeling emerged in the heart of the immortal...

What does he have to rely on?

Do you mean...

This idea has not yet been turned around in the ocean, and half his face has turned black.

This is the sobriety of the Lord of the Demon Nation, who has competed with him for the dominion of his body.

“Old man, will you be devoured?” Dead and prosperous said in the hysteria.

“Humph, I'd rather die than miss this world, especially with you, what if my soul is scattered?” Another laugh enters the ear, needless to say, the Lord of the former demonic realm.

PS: Sweat, I've had a lot of lunch today. This is a tough chapter. I'll definitely go for it tomorrow!