Tempered Immortal

The second two hundred and ninety-seven chapters change things

The snow-like snow fell, and Tian Xiaojian was suspended in the air, and the eyebrows were locked. At this time, the three monsters with strange appearances surrounded him with a "good" shape.

Different from Warcraft, which is killing all the way.

The three lion-winged monsters are not only powerful, but also a few different kinds of magical powers. Although Tian Xiaojian does not fall behind, the various means just used are useless.

His face was getting impatient.

In the far-reaching places on the horizon, a tall and arrogant mountain attracts people's attention. The shape of this mountain is a bit like a stove. The whole mountain range is covered by ice and snow. However, from the top of the mountain, there is a flame coming out. .

Ice and snow volcano!

Nature is so strange, but such a landform is rare except for the Ice Valley.

When the flash of light flashed, the virtual shadow of the demon lord emerged, and the hand hanged on the awning to look at the horizon. The eyes flashed over the face, and the face showed an ecstasy color: "Sword, don't entangle with these lower monsters, the front The mountain peak should grow with ice-cold grass."

"Oh?"

Tian Xiaojian listened, and he couldn't help but be happy. It took so much hard work and finally he could lift the hidden danger.

However, those World of Warcraft are still ignored, and the strange screams are heard in the ears, and the gray-white magic fire is spouted.

"Get out!"

Tian Xiaojian’s face flashed brightly, and he was no longer interested in entanglement with these monsters. His right hand was lifted up and he saw that the black mans flashed, and his arm suddenly rose.

A huge pliers emerged, it looked like a steel tong for lobsters, black mans swallowed, and the monsters were clipped in half.

Hey!

Tian Xiaojian, who was distracted, was weak, but he just didn't take it seriously.

The obstacles of the roadblock were cut off, and Tian Xiaojian’s black mans made it, and the speed of the jaws flew to the huge volcano.

......

Another place in the Ice Yangu, this is also the Magma Lake, but it is not the one that Lin Xuan once killed the ancient beast.

The hot air from the lake rises, and in addition to the heat, there are some enchantments that come out.

The enchantment of fire is a very strange creature. It is neither Warcraft nor the Yaozu, but it is generated by the fire of heaven and earth.

In general, the fire charm is very low, like to swim around, once you meet the creature, there will be no reason to attack, no matter the strength of the other party, in short, do not fear death.

Unfortunately, this time, they found the wrong opponent.

Although the Confucian monk is not a true Tianyuan ancestor, it is only his incarnation, but it is by no means an offense.

Those who are enchanted by the fire are not afraid of death, but no matter how hard they try, the claws will bite and bite, and they will not break the enemy's body.

Such an attack only makes the Confucian monk feel intolerant.

"court death!"

The Confucian monk seems to be annoyed by these enchanting attacks, and suddenly raises his head, and his sleeves slammed into a black awn. The dazzling brilliance illuminates the range of a few acres, making people unable to blink.

In a few moments, the black brilliance faded, and hundreds of fire charms disappeared around, and even the water level of the magma lake was just down.

The Confucian monk's face was unchanged, and it was obvious that this result was expected.

"It’s really troublesome. There are so many inexplicable monsters in the Ice Valley. Where did Lin Xiaozi come here, what do you want to do?"

The voice of self-speaking is introduced into the ear, but he also said that Lin Xuan’s purpose, he simply does not put it in his heart, just need to grasp his whereabouts.

However, this ice-cold valley has a vast terrain, and the environment is special. Although his knowledge can easily cover tens of thousands of miles, it is not enough to find Lin Xuan's whereabouts.

"It seems that I have to do a divination."

Xiu Xian Bai Yi, has a long history, and the scope of hunting is extremely wide. It is not an exaggeration to describe it with profound and profound.

Divination belongs to one of the hundred arts, but it is very unfamiliar. No matter the monk or the demon, few people practice this technique.

But most people don't pay attention, it doesn't mean that divination is useless.

For example, at this moment, the knowledge of Lin Xuan can not be found in the knowledge of God, but divination can play a role.

The Confucian monk’s voice just fell, and immediately lifted his right hand, only to see the flash of light, and a black shield in the palm of his hand.

No... No, it’s not a shield, it’s something like a tortoise shell. The pattern above is even more bizarre, and it’s not known to be born, or someone is engraved on the day after tomorrow.

The Confucian monk held this object with one hand, and the other hand flew up and down, and crossed the strange trajectory in the void, and spit out the mysterious and simple curse in the mouth.

Along with his movements, a layer of gray light was emitted from the shell of the turtle. Then, the sound of the sound was loud, and the sound was very clear when it was just released. As time went by, it became thick and simple, and then The gray light flashed, and a pattern appeared on the surface of the shell.

The Confucian monk lowered his head and soon his face was filled with joy.

Without white work, divination has already produced results.

Although this guideline may also go wrong, the probability of correctness is much greater. What's more, at this moment, he has no other choice at all. Naturally, he only does it according to the guidance of divination.

"Lin Xiaozi, won't let you escape my palm."

Tianyuan Shengzu’s face showed a hint of smirk, and then his body flashed into a roaring magic cloud, flew to the left.

However, the world is unpredictable. He does not know that the direction of divination is the ice and snow volcano where Tian Xiaojian is located.

In other words, the unfortunate Tian Xiaojian, once again inexplicably caught in danger.

However, Lin Xuan is also not good. At this moment, the treasure he is looking for has already been first picked up by the mysterious monks.

I don’t know how many miles apart, deep in the ground, more than a dozen Dong Xuan period ancient demon holding a flag, is violently attacking the front of the prohibition.

However, the wall that emits blue light is really a small thing. Although it has been flashing in the bang of the rumbling sound, it has been persisting for so long, and it has not been broken.

The face of the old man is a bit ugly. It seems that his own estimation is still wrong. It is difficult to break the ban in front of the flames.

"Teacher, we don't want to look at it, it's time to shoot."

The old man said that while dancing with big sleeves, the black mans flashed, and the magical treasure in the shape of a staff came out. The old man reached out and held it. A huge fireball was mixed with an electric arc and formed in midair.

The brothers have already started, and of course, the middle-aged ancient demon can’t have a push and a three-one-one. It’s a shot at the waist, and it also offers a cone-shaped treasure.

The two are the ancient devils of the distracted level. This shot is naturally a different kind of light, and the light curtain that is faintly flashing is suddenly faltering.