Tempered Immortal

“It's dangerous! ”

Tianfu's ancestors' backs were sweating cold, and his face was furious, turning his head suddenly, he saw a young girl's pavilion standing behind him, suspended behind him in a hundred places.

“Are you… Ashuro? ”

Tianfu's ancestors were stunned and then rejoiced, looking to the moon full of greed.

The old King Ashuro, not only powerful, beautiful, but also crowned 3,000 worlds.

“Haha, God really treats me well. Hua Yu and Ashuro King can catch me alive. Lord Daozhu will not give me much. Ben Xian will become the second most noble being in the Immortal Realm. ”

“With you, dreams of spring and autumn! ”

Lin Xuan's face was so gloomy that he did not hesitate to lift his right hand and bounce towards the void. As he moved, the broken sound of "shuddering” entered his ear, and the Nine Palaces swords swept across and back to his side.

The treasures of both just now are wrapped in the five-colored divine light of the peacock.

But only Tianfu's ancestors were really trapped. Lin Xuan was separated from his loving wife for a thousand years. But when he took action against the enemy, he was still heartfelt.

“Down!”

With a loud drink, the brilliant swordlight becomes thinner.

Sword to silk, this is the mystery of Hundred Flowers Fairy, however, at this moment in Lin Xuan's hand, the blue has long outgrown the blue.

There are already hundreds of ways to light a sword, but at this moment the filaments are even more pounding, such as a fine rain of cow hair, like rain hitting a banana pod, whistling towards each other.

Of course, his means will not stop here. At the same time as releasing the sword silk, the phantom fire was also sacrificed by Lin Xuan. At one time, the heavens and the earth changed color for it, and the void of the past was melted.

If a meteor falls, it strikes Tianfu Ancestor with a long tail flame.

Moon was furious too.

When Yu lifted her hand, she threw the machete in her hand over her head.

Then he saw Moon's hands raised high and his ten fingers flickered like butterflies.

A finely haired halo wandered through her fingertips.

As it moves and buzzes loudly, the machete is restored to the Xuanyin treasure box.

The seven colored spirits flow out on its surface.

Then the box turned into a beautiful, lightweight fan.

Patterned lake embroidered with countless mountain rivers.

But the most striking is a well.

Next to the well, a powerful ghost is whistling.

This powerful ghost has two heads, one blue-faced fang, even scary, and as for the other, the eyebrows and eyebrows, as if they were different from the beautiful women of the Dungeon City.

Holding on to this treasure, the moon's breath rose dramatically. Originally, she was only in the middle of the robbery, and at this time, she broke directly through the bottleneck to promote.

Reached the late stage of the ferry… No, obviously a little stronger than the usual late ferry monks.

“This...”

Tianfu's ancestors could see clearly, and his face closed with a smile.

The woman in front of her is clearly Ashuro of that year, who, though incomparable in strength, is certain to be reincarnated, and the technique is even more compatible.

Ashuro's technique is so subtle that he naturally knows what to do. Where else would he dare be so careless?

Then he saw Moon's Jade Hand dancing and fanned the group downward.

Flying sandstone.

The whole sky goes down… No, it's not just the sky, it's the surrounding landscapes that change.

Ghostly, dark and obscure, in a flash, as if to come to the Underworld.

A monstrous mountain emerges in front of you, with hidden white bones behind high, low, and undulating rocks.

There was still a ghost fire running around.

All of a sudden, the rock cracked open and a blue-faced ghost drilled out of it.

Each of these powerful ghosts reached the level of a ferry, hidden silk bloodshed emerged between the movements, the ten fingers were directly turned into a handle blade, and a tragic green ghost fire erupted in the mouth.

And it's not over, and after the mountains, there's another river in the void.

The water was black, it was flowing, but it was dead.

The legendary underwater river.

The cuckoo bubbles came out of the water.

Then some skeletons emerged on the surface of the water, white as balls, combining themselves, each skeleton breathed an undisturbed burglary, along with the zombies beside them, rushing towards each other.

“This is the domain of… spirituality! ”

Lin Xuan's pupils narrowed, the spiritual domain he had naturally seen, but at this time, the power of Xuanyin treasure box was amazing.

Being able to manipulate so many Ranger Demons is no worse than the realm.

King Ashuro is so small, it's hard to imagine how much stronger Dao Jo could be.

Lin Xuan admired the joy in his heart, and Tianfu Ancestor's face was just ugly.

He didn't see Lin Xuanyue in his eyes. Admittedly, both of them were amazingly big characters in their previous lives, but this world was clearly far worse. He thought he could catch them, but he underestimated them.

Lose all the carelessly.

He also felt that the field in front of him was not easy to cope with, but naturally he would not be left to die, his face flashed with a hint of resoluteness, and there was no redundant movement, just a flash of sleeve robe, and suddenly a golden light flew out.

After the golden light dissociated, suddenly surged. Soon, a ten-year-old golden dragon appeared over nine days.

“Aung!”

Raise your head and make a roar that will change the colours of the heavens and the earth.

Then the tail swung and the huge body disappeared.

No, not disappeared, but incarnated.

A golden dragon emerged from the sky, as if it were different from the original one, but the light that made it up was obviously much dimmer, and the spiritual pressure released by each dragon reached the level of a ferry.

He is the mighty one of the true fairies.

The next moment, those ghost demons will be at war with the Golden Dragon.

At one time, the whole void trembled, the dragon bark and the ghost tsunami intertwined, and the battle was fierce, but to separate victories and losses was not instantaneously possible.

But this is just the attack of the moon.

The light rain of the sword of the Nine Palaces also covered him. Tianfu's ancestors dared not slacken, but they actually threw the big red robe on him and looked at the sky. The golden word of Fu fell from the robe.

It flashed slightly, turning into a golden whirlpool.

Each surplus in diameter flies out of it countless golden knives, similarly turning into filaments.

At one time, the silver wire, interwoven with each other, collided in the void and rippled at the starting point.

Is the crisis over?

No, no, no!

The next moment, the phantom fire with a long tail flame has appeared far above his head, spreading a palpitating law, crushing down...

PS: This battle won't take long. Guess who Tianfu's ancestors ended up in. Has anyone guessed?