Tempered Immortal

The first thousand six hundred and forty-three chapters

Rumble!

A huge popping sound was transmitted to the ear, and the whole island was shaking. The silk screen Ilan waved, and more than a dozen wind dragons flew from his folding fan.

Each head has seven or eight feet of giant, shaking his head and squatting into the tail, without hesitation, slam into the blood.

Mingquan Fairy kept on both hands, condensing all kinds of French seals in the void, and the surrounding coldness quickly gathered, and then an iceberg with a height of more than 100 feet appeared in sight.

It is also directly pressed down.

Lin Xuan looked so stunned that the other side was made of King Kong. In the face of such a violent attack, I am afraid it will become a muddy mud.

Sure enough, the thick **** fog could no longer resist, and it was turned into nothingness in a series of bursting sounds like a blue sky.

The figure of the monster appeared, and the five pairs of blood-red eyes opened together, but more of them were not willing to be crazy.

"Well, I actually pushed the deity to such a degree. One day, my Ashura will return to the spiritual world for revenge, and if you are a few, you will be buried with the deity."

The voice has not fallen, his body, red and glamorous, a crazy tyrannical gas like the tide of the sea, the five people will be drowned in an instant.

"No, he wants to blew himself."

A few people are the masters of the clutch period, and they have a wide range of natural insights. When they see this scene, their expressions are maddening to the extreme. As the saying goes, the fear of the cross is ambiguous, and the fear of the monsters is already It’s ridiculous, and the power of his self-destruction is naturally not difficult to imagine.

I am afraid that a hundred miles will be included, and the creatures inside will not live. Is it only the use of the phantom?

There is no time to think about it, Lin Xuan raises his hands and fights together one by one...

boom!

A loud bang, the entire sky, the entire ocean, all turned into a color, heart-rending blood red, a hundred miles, everything, all drowned, regardless of birds and beasts, trees, flowers, even rocks, even sea water, They were all drowned by the blood.

Everything that has life, all swallowed...

However, this process is quick and deferred, and it is also extremely fast.

However, the effort of the interest, the blood red that filled the whole sky, disappeared without a trace, the sea is still the sea, the sky is also the same day, but everything in the middle is gone, even The island did not leave traces of traces, as if it had never existed nearby, and everything was just an illusion.

No... Although all things are turned into powder, there is still one thing in the sky, a slap, a palm-sized symbol, and it is still very old and very broken.

It can be just such a character, the text above it is wonderful, with an imposing manner, a kind of incomprehensible, the momentum related to the laws of heaven and earth, so lonely, exists in the sea and the sky, the monster blew Yuan Ying meat body, ruin everything in the hundred miles.

Only it still has no influence at all, and flutters in the boundless sky. Suddenly, the flash of the celestial light flashes, and then it is so violently ignited and turned into a silver flame.

Then the flame suddenly rose and became a tall man. A strange wave of motion emerged from the inside, and the nearby space began to distort and collapse, and then the flame turned into a black hole.

The flash of light flashed and one foot came out of the black hole.

Then I saw the foot connected to the body, a teenager in a brocade suit.

Fiber screen is blue!

Although he is gently folding the fan, but in the depths of the bottom of the bottom, it is obviously a bit of a heart and a lingering color. The so-called action is actually just a pretense.

"Amitabha!"

A Buddha's sign was introduced into the ear, and then a bald-headed monk appeared, and the kindness was good, but the head was full of sweat. Obviously, the scene of the Buddha was also shocked.

After the flash of light flashed, Jin Yi, Ming Quan, Lin Xuan, came out from the whirlpool.

The five people face each other, but their expressions are slightly different, but they all bring the joy of the rest of the life.

"Amitabha, I can't think of the owner of the silk screen. There are treasures such as the little whiskers and the caves. If the donors don't save, I am afraid that we are a few, but no one is forgiven, but this grace is not good, but this is the grace. It must be remembered."

The old monk clasped his hands together and bowed to the curtain of Yilan. The other three also thanked him.

"Masters and friends are not polite, this son does this, but it is self-protection. I can't think of this monster to see it, but it is a self-destructive body. Unfortunately, this one in my hand is just a residue, only used once. In the future, if you encounter a strong enemy, you can't do anything." Fiber screen Yilan sighed, his face with pain and regret.

"No matter what, this time all rely on the help of the son, the whole body will also be remembered in the heart." The voice of Mingquan fairy is introduced into the ear, this woman's eyes with a bit of weird color.

Even Jin Yi, who is always on the wrong track with Yilan Ilan, is blushing and said a few words of gratitude.

Lin Xuan naturally can't be excused, although he can just escape with the phantom, but the magical skyfire has been exposed, it is always good to keep the next few cards.

It’s just that the silk screen is blue, it’s not ordinary, it’s a treasure, but it’s not the average monk can have it. Even if it’s a cave, it’s mostly just heard.

In a sense, the preciousness of this kind of thing is even better than that of Tongtian Lingbao.

Of course, the bag must be an accident, it is because the other shopkeeper does not know the goods, so they are used by their own low price.

This guy is by no means what he said, and he has hidden cards.

Lin Xuan sighed in his heart, but on the surface, naturally it is not a strange color.

The island at the foot has disappeared without a trace. This matter has come to an end, no matter whether the other is a human race, the spies from the Ashura or the descendants of the ghost, it is meaningless to pursue it. The light is off, this is the truth.

The sparkling sea, the mist of blood, gradually dissipated, and looked like a rough, as if nothing had happened.

"Several friends, let's go, a hundred miles away, no more monks will survive, we can be bold and go to the treasure hunt."

"Amitabha, Mingquan Shizhu is justified. As the saying goes, there are many nights and long dreams. We really should not delay in this place. We will get the treasures of Dan Yuezong earlier. We will soon be in the city of Jiuxian." The monk is rich and honest. The sound is passed to the ear.

Others, nature has no meaning at all. If you haven't seen the treasure yet, you will come to such a thrilling first. They also think that delaying time is not the right choice. There are not many roads left, and there is no need to use a hundred flowers to hurry. The dazzling horror of the rainbow, like a fly in front of it.