Tempered Immortal

Sixty-eighth chapter

Nothing happened overnight.

The next day, the sunrise rose, and the purple demon fog also dispersed.

Although the sky is still a bit gloomy, it is a rare good weather compared with yesterday.

After a night's rest, Lin Xuan and Yue Er also recovered their physical strength. The master and the servant will ban a collection. The little girl also returned to Lin Xuan's sleeves. The young man became a beautiful man and became a dazzling rainbow. , disappeared into the distant horizon.

Regardless of whether it is a demon island or not, Lin Xuan does not want to continue in this weird place, but to leave, he must collect more news.

Lin Xuan believes that such a large island must have indigenous people, monsters, and human monks. Lin Xuan is eager to contact them.

Of course, with Lin Xuan's cautious personality, he also released his full power, and he didn't want to be attacked by something inexplicable.

In a blink of an eye, after two hours, there is still nothing. If you change someone, you may have been unable to hold your breath, but Lin Xuan’s expression is still no surprise, continue to fly slowly without speed.

Suddenly, a dazzling brilliance came into view.

Behind that Guanghua is a deep purple mist, and the monsters in the enchanting fog are faintly visible.

"what!"

Lin Xuan blinked, his face involuntarily revealed a bit of joy, hard work pays off, finally met the indigenous people.

The reason why Lin Xuan is so certain is that the monks in Guanghua, although ordinary in appearance, are completely different from those in Yunhai Xiuxian. Simply put, they are very exotic.

As for the bloated beast in the back, it looks a bit like a giant python, tall and tall, with two sharp fangs on the corner of his mouth.

The appearance is fierce, but after Lin Xuan’s knowledge is swept away, he is not in the heart. The second-level top monster in the district is just a piece of cake for him.

As for the immortal who escaped from the wolf, about forty years old, the big ears, repaired in the middle of the base.

Lin Xuan did not rush to shoot.

Because the battle has been divided into strengths and weaknesses, but for a while, the monk has no life worry.

"Young master, why didn't the guy escape?" The month was curious.

This is also the place where Lin Xuan feels puzzled. As everyone knows, although the cultivator can fly in the light by his own mana, few people do it because it does not use the spirit or magic weapon, not only the flight speed, but also the mana. The consumption is also extremely amazing.

But this guy in front of me is obviously embarrassed, but still relies on her own mana to maintain the law of the wind. Is his spirit broken?

This was a little delay, the situation of the middle-aged man became more and more dangerous, and there was a giant scorpion in the demon fog. The monster suddenly accelerated. After a few breaths, he came to him and raised the fist of the vinegar-sized size and fell.

The middle-aged man was shocked, his body flashed red, and the incredible thing happened. He did not sacrifice the spirits, but he decidedly raised his left hand. He had a very small arm, a complicated and difficult spell. In the middle, it suddenly became bigger, and it was more than three feet long. The surface also gave birth to countless shiny scales, which looked like the claws of some kind of monster.

Sting...

With the fist of the giant scorpion beast, the middle-aged face is white like paper, and the corner of the mouth overflows with scarlet blood, but it is hard to catch the opponent's attack with the demonized arm.

"Young Master, I am not mistaken, isn't this guy a human?" The charm of the moon came from my mind, and the tone was full of surprise.

Lin Xuan was also moved, but he quickly regained his calm: "Hey, the demon, I didn't expect to be a demon who has disappeared from the legend."

The moon heard a mist and frowned. "Young master, what are you talking about, why haven't I heard of the demon?"

"I was only on a very old book, I happened to see it." Lin Xuan sighed.

The world's cultivation of immortals, in the final analysis, actually has only one purpose, the pursuit of longevity.

Since the ancient times, the fairy tales have been passed down from generation to generation. According to different understandings of cultivation, the genre has opened branches and leaves.

Buddha, Tao, Confucianism, and Devil are the most famous.

In addition to this, there are also witches of the Moyu people.

And the magic road also has a ghost repair branch...

As for some other genres, it is now unknown.

It is said that in the ancient times, the demonist was the biggest force, once prosperous, and pressed the Confucian Buddha.

"The young master, then, how did the repairing demon fall again? I have never seen it in the past few years," Yue said curiously.

Lin Xuan sighed, this still has to start from the pursuit of longevity.

As we all know, although the Shouyuan of the immortal is far superior to the mortal, it is extremely limited. Even if it is the old monster of the Yuan Ying period, it is at most a thousand years.

This is limited by human beings themselves.

In contrast, the Yaozu, although also has a short life, but relatively speaking, 90% of the Yaozu, Shouyuan are much longer than humans, even if only the second and third level of the beast, can easily live for thousands of years about.

Human beings are naturally envious, and then there are also smart people who start to think. If you create a kind of exercises and imitate the magical power of the demon, can your life span be greatly increased...

After all, it is too difficult to improve the realm. This is also a trick.

With creativity, and through the efforts of countless talented and intelligent people, the demon practice has finally been created, and it is very popular. It should be about three million years ago. It is said that at that time, the Buddhist monks and demons The sum of the numbers is not as good as the number of people who have repaired the demon. It can be seen from this time, how prosperous the demon is.

"Oh?" The moon was holding the toon, and the little brain began to imagine.

"Unfortunately, the prosperity is dying, and the false prosperity is just a flash in the pan."

"Why?" The girl’s incomprehensible opening.

"Because I didn't reach the original intention." The ancient book that Lin Xuan had read, said this matter in great detail: "The original magical imitating the demon, the purpose is to make the life of the monk longer, such as ordinary building The basic period of the immortal, Shouyuan is only two hundred years, the original idea of ​​the demonist is to turn over, no matter which kind of monster they imitate, the attempt has failed, countless intelligent and intelligent people, Poor life, but none of them achieves their goals."

"It is not surprising that Shou Yuan is directly proportional to the realm. This is the law of heaven and earth. It is possible to change it with some mimicry." Yue smiled and spoke.

Lin Xuan was so stunned, is it really a big fool, the moon is usually a stupid look, at this moment actually broke the heavens.

To know this truth, it is not until 100,000 years later that the demonist finally realized that it was really a fan of the authorities.