Tempered Immortal

The old man’s face was murdered. After these rounds, Lin Xuan’s strength was not fully tested, but the kid was obviously more difficult to deal with than he thought.

It is by no means comparable to ordinary distraction.

Although he is not willing to say on his mouth, but to fight this step, he is deep inside, and Lin Xuan naturally has some scruples.

If you can kill it, don't dare to hide it.

To know that cats and mice are deflated, but one is not good, but it is possible to put their own lives.

As an old guy who has lived for more than 100,000 years, the son of this golden child does not sit down and he will not know it. At this time, naturally, he will not take the adventure of the moment with ease.

Caution is the boat.

Therefore, seeing the spirits of the ghosts is like a broken bamboo. He has no intention of staying in force. Instead, his hands are continually slamming his fingers and his intentions are obvious.

He is ill, wants his life, prepares for his work, and leaves Lin Xuan here.

It is best to turn to ashes.

However, it is so easy.

The flames of the other side are hard to get rid of, and even the spirit of the sword can not resist, but Lin Xuan is still full of confidence in the magical spirit.

With the fire, this magical power has never let myself down, I believe this time is the same.

However, this is the case. Lin Xuan did not dare to neglect, deeply breathe, and injects the mana of the whole body into the magical fire.

The cover is thicker and thicker, and the five-coloured glass, faintly and rune-like, shows mystery and extraordinary.

hiss……

As if the voice of the python spit the son's voice into the ear, the next moment, Lin Xuan even with a shield, has been engulfed by the dark green fire.

Compared with the wildfire, Lin Xuan seems to be too weak, and the magical illusion of the illusion of protection. It is like a boat. Swinging and undulating in the stormy waves, it is possible to overturn at any time...

"The little guy, why bother to resist? Struggling is futile, and you can be reduced to ash and you can suffer less."

The sound of laughter in the sky was passed to the ear, and the face of the old monster was full of color. Lin Xuan has been wrapped up by his own wildfire, left and right, nowhere to escape, although the outcome has not yet been completely decided, but the situation has clearly become the most extreme, and now his tone of speech is self-styled by the winner.

"Yes, you also know that resilience is useless, why not bind it. God has a good life, if Lin is in a good mood, maybe he will give you a little life."

Lin Xuan is in a fierce fire. There is no trace of fear in his face. Even verbally is not willing to accept the loss, clever tongue. As if he is the one who has the upper hand.

"you……"

The old man was stunned and couldn't say a word. The expression on his face became more and more angry. After a few moments of effort, he barely spit out a grievance in his chest. The voice was as cold as it came from the nine quiet land: "Good for you." I don’t know how to be a good guy, but what is the use of a sharp tooth, and you will regret it later."

The voice did not fall, I saw him a mouth, a group of blood spit out, and then a burst of blood burst into a blood fog, those glimpsed, the eyes of the red mans flashed, one by one, revealing the joy of the color, the mouth open , swallowed the **** mouth.

Then, the spooks they spit out became more and more eye-catching, and they could take over the scene that happened, but let the old man screamed.

The power of the sorcerer's fire has increased a lot, but it still can't tear the protection of the illusion of the illusion, if it is only this.

However, it is incredible that his own wildfire has been absorbed. Yes, it is absorption. It is like a genius, and it is integrated into the five-color light curtain.

"This, how is this possible?"

The old man was shocked and angry. The scene in front of him, if not witnessed, no matter who said that he would listen to him, he would not believe it.

This wildfire, but one of his own killer, actually so relaxed, was broken by the other side.

Except incredible or incredible.

However, this old monster reacted very quickly. A scorpion hit it, and those cockroaches received a wildfire, and then they screamed like Lin Xuan.

At the same time, his hand lifted, the sword in the sword, once again like Lin Xuan spurred.

Both attacks are overwhelming, but Lin Xuan is not so good.

Although the Jiugong Shoujian sword was filthy, it was not an ordinary treasure. It was sent out by a god, and the sword was electric and stunned. At the same time, there was a flame spewing out.

This is originally a treasure of the three attributes of ice, fire and thunder. Under the prestige, the effect of the phantom yin and thunder attached to it was swept away, and the Jiugong must be as good as ever.

Then go to the middle.

Nine silvery lotus flowers emerged.

Originally it was a flower-bone flower, but it could be dripped, but it bloomed, and then the rotation became more and more rapid. The swordsmanship of the dazzling spurs came out from the inside and fought with the sword of the other side.

The old man was shocked and stunned. The illusion of the sinister gods and the filth of the sorrowful sorrows of the other party’s treasures has always been unprofitable. Although the filthy treasures are not abolished, it is difficult to reproduce the effects without re-cultivating them in Dantian. And the other side's fairy sword can actually be regarded as nothing, what is this treasure.

The swords that the nine lotuses exude are not physical, and naturally they are not afraid of the filth of the other illusion, and they are fighting each other. It is also difficult to win and lose.

In the face of the imposing one hundred and eighty, Lin Xuan’s hand trembled, and the radiance was brilliant, but it was an extremely simple scroll.

This scroll is more than three feet long and slowly unfolds. The dozens of peaks of different sizes painted above are most conspicuous.

However, unlike ordinary landscape paintings, these hills are not green and verdant. On the contrary, the twelve peaks can be described as tall and lonely.

The rock formations are straight into the sky, the surface of the mountain, not to mention the flowers and trees, even a trace of weeds, but it is easy to see the flame burning there.

volcanic!

But it is obviously different from the general impression of the volcano.

The most conspicuous thing is that on the mountainside, there are some strange birds flying around.

The feathers are golden, and there are three feet, which are similar to the legendary Jinwu.

"What treasure is this?"

The old blame is widely known, but at this moment, my heart is a bit stunned.

This thought has not been turned, I saw Lin Xuan pointed to this treasure point out, time, red Xia Da, then a flash, the twelve peaks have come into view.

The height is not the same, but the smallest one has a hundred feet, and the shape of each seat is different. The momentum of the sky is dispersed.

However, this is not over yet. The noise is transmitted to the ears, and countless fist-sized flamingos flew down from the nine peaks.

Looking at it, I can't talk about the sky, but hundreds of them are still more than enough. Soon, I am shaking with it. To be continued