Tempered Immortal

Silent and uninteresting, but after the magical manifestation, it became violent and extreme, and gathered in the middle, a magical cloud of a bird’s black hair appeared in the line of sight, and then the bursting sound of the rumble came into the ear, black The lightning from the magic cloud spray bo, a slight turn, actually turned into a five-claw dragon, the whole body is composed of black lightning, more than 20 feet long, the momentum is like the monk grabbed.

Lin Xuan is still in the distance at the moment. This scene falls in his eyes. He can't help but **** a cold breath. Even his reaction is the same. The only remaining monks in the fairy tales are not to mention, the fear of the face. At this moment, the great disaster has already come to the fore, and he still has to go to take treasures.

After a slap in the sleeves, he suddenly flew a quaint book from his sleeve, and the pages of the book opened, and a wild and quaint breath was transmitted from the inside.

At first glance, it is an extraordinary treasure. However, the Confucian monk is a little bit of confidence at this moment. The enemy is far more terrible than the imagination. The scene of the fallen brothers and sisters is still vivid. He dares to have a half-point of negligence. Micro-motion, pinched a strange French seal, while opening a mouth, a series of blood mixed with the life of the real yuan from the mouth inside the bo.

You must know that these things are not trivial, and you can't recover them yourself as you can use them. At least you need to meditate for more than a hundred years to make a good decision. Therefore, the monks will not use them at all, but at this moment, keep them. The small life is the most important thing. The loss point is a small matter that is not worth mentioning. He naturally cannot take care of it.

After the blood left the mouth, the wind rushed into a large blood fog and then absorbed like a long whale, absorbed by the quaint book.

The entire ancient book has completely turned into a blood red color, a fierce gas, which is emitted from the inside.

Lin Xuan's pupils were miniature, and his face was faintly revealing a few shocking colors. His experience was extensive, and such a scene was also unexpected.

Obviously, the only remaining cultivator of the fairy tales is the Confucianism.

Among the various schools of Xiuxian, Lin Xuan is relatively unfamiliar with the secrets of Confucianism. Although he has never eaten pork, he has always seen pigs running. Some of the basics are still clear and complete. It can be said that there are a number of Confucian exercises in the heart, paying attention to the peace and harmony.

Hao Ranzheng, from the name can be figured out, what kind of supernatural powers, the points are also free of suffocating and sinister, and the Confucianism is based on this, many of them need to be combined with Hao Ranzheng, before they can be exhibited, so the genre The practice method is also in the same line, and it follows the characteristics of Hao Ran Zheng Guang Guang Ming Zheng Da.

Among the Confucian monks, there are certainly no guys who are hypocritical and vicious, but the attributes of their exercises are still not changed. However, the world is big, there is no surprise, there is an exception in front of the eyes, looking at the blood red ancient book. Lin Xuan’s eyes were full of surprises.

He was a little embarrassed, still chose to hold his hands.

boom!

I saw the blood flickering, and the pages of the ancient book seemed to be boasted by the wind, constantly flipping, and then flew out a quaint text from the ancient pages of a page.

The text has a fist size, and the body is made of blood red, slightly flashing, but it is getting bigger quickly.

Lin Xuan's pupils are miniature, this kind of text has never been seen before, but it is not surprising that although he has a lot of knowledge, compared with the existence of Confucianism, it is far behind.

This is the reason why the ruler is short and the inch is long.

"disease!"

I saw that the Confucian monk raised his right hand and pointed it to the front.

The **** red words merged in the middle, and then a strong murderous spurt came out of it.

Roar!

The roaring sound was transmitted to the ear, and a monster was changed from the inside. The appearance was called a fierce, human face, and the teeth were a bit like the legendary wild boar, but it was obviously sharper than it was, although it was bloody. The illusion came out, but the long hair on the body was still clear to the extreme.

Downtime!

Lin Xuan recognized the monster in front of him.

One of the four sins of the legend, while still in the human world, but with his soul, made a small hatred.

Of course, it is not the real four murderers.

But most of them are not just like appearances. As for what it has to do with the downtime, Lin Xuan is not very clear.

Roar!

After the blood-red squatting machine appeared, he immediately did not hesitate to scream, and there was a heart-rending sigh of sorrow. The two singers greeted the black dragon.

"what?"

Su Yunfeng’s voice clearly revealed a few surprises. The result was that he did not expect it at all. The three people in the Xianxian Palace were obviously the strongest in the old road. They were easily killed by themselves. I didn’t expect this to happen. The Confucian monk who is eye-catching can still cause such a big trouble to himself, and it is really unappealing.

The **** machine is not the same as the small one. The black dragon's scorpion dragon has a slight contact, and it obviously falls in the downwind. I only see the cockroach claw biting, and the thick lightning of the child's arm keeps falling, but it is difficult to hurt his fur.

This result makes the Confucian monk sigh of relief. Although he is full of communication with the gods at the end of this pressure box, the enemy is too strong. If he wins, he will not have much confidence. Fortunately, he has not let himself down. what.

He rolled up in purple and rushed back toward the little Ding.

"court death!"

In the magic cloud, there was a thunderous drink. Lin Xuan looked at it with a cold eye. This kind of result obviously made the face of the devil's head hang up, madness, big bang, the magic cloud violently surging, then from the devil A vortex changes in the clouds.

Then, countless basin-sized black and red fireballs, from the vortex to spray bo, the number is enough.

However, this is not over yet. All the fireballs flashed in the wind, and they were distorted and deformed. Then the fireball disappeared and replaced with a yellow bucket of konjac.

Open the blood basin and slam into the mouth.

As far as individual strength is concerned, these konjac are far less than the eDonkey, but the number is not the same, and the ants can kill the elephant.

At first, the machine can barely take advantage of its own size and the sharpness of the teeth.

The battle has not ended yet, although the konjac has lost a lot, but there are at least a thousand remaining, opening a big mouth, and the Confucian monks have now become their only goal.

Because the number is too much, it almost covers the entire sky, and the Confucian monk has been scared to the outside world.

(To be continued)

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