Tempered Immortal

The first thousand two hundred and sixty chapters of Lin Xuan are also very powerful.

"disease!"

Lin Xuan pointed to the front point, slamming into the ear, such as the young bird out of the shell, from the egg-sized green flame, hatching a toothy little bird came.

Then Lin Xuan hands clasped, and once again hit a law, the bird flew and danced, turned into a shocking rainbow, masculine like the head of the white hair old man.

The other side was shocked and angry, and his face became **** and bloodless. He said nothing, two hands and one shot, and a magic weapon was spurred from his sleeve.

The style is strange, it is like a pickaxe.

However, the surface silver flash is obviously made from quite extraordinary materials.

In the face of Yuan Xia's late masters of the immortal, the old man dared not to make all the effort, only to see his hands flying like a butterfly, and then a spit of blood spit from his mouth.

The blood made a dark red color, and it flashed in the wind. It immediately turned into a fist-sized blood mist, and quickly fell into the pickaxe.

After a low voice was introduced into the ear and absorbed the true life of the master, the power of this treasure naturally increased a lot.

Collided with the Bi-Fantasy Fire in midair.

Although I also guessed that the monks of the late Yuan Ying were different, the next scene still made the old man stunned.

I saw that the bird was re-formed into a turquoise flame, raging, and the three-footed pickaxe, the whole package, but in an instant, it was awkward.

impossible!

The old man’s face is almost stupid.

This is what magical inflammation, power is actually overbearing to such a point, it is incredible.

However, at this moment, there is no time for him to think more. After engulfing the treasure, the flame changes back to a bird, and the wings are like he flies over.

The old man has lost his soul.

Although compared with Lin Xuan, his supernatural power is not worth mentioning, but after all, it is the middle of the Yuan Ying, in other words, the old monster who has lived for hundreds of years, facing life and death choices, how much still has some responsibility.

Instead of falling, it is better to give up the flesh. He does not expect revenge, but only hopes to be alive.

I saw the twinkling of the blue light, the baby of one inch high appeared on the head of the old man, and then his body was engulfed by the burning fire.

The baby's face was full of fear, holding a small sword in his arms, his hands twitching, and suddenly moved to a few dozen feet away.

Unfortunately, it is futile.

This time, Lin Xuan did not even take out the Snow Gewang's long Ge, the moon will be a ghost of the Emperor, and he can't behave worse than the hoe.

Otherwise, where is the face?

With a flash of body shape, Lin Xuan has already displayed the nine-step microstep.

With the cultivation of the phoenix dance nine days, this magical power is becoming more and more wonderful.

That Yuan Ying only saw a figure flashed in front of him, and Lin Xuan had emerged in front of him.

Impossible, it is the retreat of the gods and the mysteriousness is not so much.

Lin Xuan’s mouth showed a hint of ridiculous color: "Do you still want to run?"

Then he pointed to the micro-elastic, and a glimpse of Qingxia ignited the finger, slightly hovering, and turned into a cyan strange hand, holding the old man's Yuan Ying in the palm.

The other side naturally refuses to bind, but at this moment, there is still room for him to struggle.

Lin Xuan made a lawsuit and the Yuan Ying was suddenly imprisoned.

"You... what do you want to do?"

"Hey, I gave the opportunity to make a self-discipline. You have let go of it, and now it’s useless to regret it. After a while, I waited to feed the corpse." Lin Xuan said without a surprise.

The old man listened. Naturally, his face was like earth. He wanted to say something. Lin Xuan’s light drink was passed to the ear: “There are still swearing, don’t say hello, do you want to run?”

Seeing that two companions have been subdued, the woman wearing the emerald palace costume has been frightened and frightened. Although she knows that there are not many opportunities to escape, she has taken a note from her arms.

Stretched a hand and put it on the chest, then the woman was covered in green and raised like a front.

This is a wooden sign.

Lin Xuan’s face is full of ridicule, although this symbol is a top-grade product, but if you can escape from your own eyes, it’s too playful.

He didn't even sacrifice the magic weapon, and he didn't use the sci-fi fire. It was just a sleeve robe, and dozens of five-color sword fish swim out.

The wind rose, and then it became a colored practice. Afterwards, it caught up and caught up with the woman wearing a palace dress.

The woman was shocked and couldn't escape. She had to slap a sword and a magic weapon.

Rebellion is futile.

Lin Xuan's swordsmanship, the power is also comparable to the first strike of the Yuan Ying infant, she barely resisted the effort of less than half a cup of tea, was smashed by the chaos.

Yuan Ying Lin Xuan also did not kill, this is a big complement to the corpse.

The three Yuan Ying period immortals, in front of Lin Xuan and Yue Er, almost did not have the power to fight back, so they were killed or smashed.

Throughout the whole process, all the monks in the Baixuan Pavilion looked in the eyes. In addition to respecting or admiring the face, at the same time, some people did not understand. Apart from the elders of Lin Da, how could there be a monk in the late Yuan Ying?

In my heart, of course, they are afraid to ask more questions.

The ending is naturally not necessary for Lin Xuan, and naturally someone will kill.

......

About half an hour later.

"Young master, how do you look at the environment here, can you still be satisfied?" Lu Yinger said with respect.

At this time, they are still located in Lingling Mountain, but they are nearly a hundred miles away from the altar of Baixuan Pavilion. When the moon is closed, the vision is too grand, and the valley where the original Dongfu is located is turned into In the ruins, Lin Xuan needs to find another place to open up a new home.

Lin Xuan does not like to be disturbed, so the location chosen is far from the Baixuan Pavilion, but it doesn't matter. With his strong knowledge of the gods, there is nothing to be heard.

"Not bad."

Lin Xuan swept his eyes and his face showed a satisfactory color.

Not far from him, it is a very beautiful mountain peak, not too high, about six or seven hundred feet, but it is very steep.

In front of this mountain, there is also a small lake, covering an area of ​​17 eight acres, lakes and mountains, but also makes people feel a sense of heart and soul.

As for the quality of the spirit, it is only general, but it does not matter. Lin Xuan now, the main practice is the phoenix dance nine days, and on his body, with a demon eye relic.

Moreover, there are a large number of medicinal herbs that can be swallowed, and the effects of the pulse are not significant.

"This place is good, I am here to open a hole in the house, Yinger, you can retire."

"Yes, but there are still things to be returned to the young master." Lu Yinger said respectfully.

"Return me?" Lin Xuan’s face showed a strange color.

"Yes." The woman reached out and took two pockets from her waist: "There is a pangolin and a corpse. Now it is time to return to the original owner. It is time to give it to the young master."