Tempered Immortal

The fifty-seventh chapter of the chapter

The woman said to leave, leaving the corpse baby full of stunned face, the expression could not help but sullen, after a while, holding the corner of the mouth, a small face showing a sneer:

"Hey, if you don't come, Zhao, you can also take the treasure, but don't share it with others."

After saying this, the corpse baby opened his mouth and spit out a grayish white gas, wrapped his body and flew like a front.

......

At the same time, Lin Xuan stopped and his face was full of dignified colors.

"Young master, what happened?"

Lin Xuan did not open his mouth, but turned his head and looked around carefully. What kind of abnormality did not exist? Is it really his own heart?

However, I do not know why, Lin Xuan has a feeling of uneasiness in his heart, can not tell why, just like what is dangerous to be close.

As the saying goes, there is no big mistake in caution, but it can't be abandoned halfway because of this illusory feeling, so Lin Xuan keeps vigilance and continues to move forward.

A fragrant time passed, Lin Xuan looked at the scene in front of him, and frowned deeply.

At this time, he was in a thick fog. The fog was a little sticky. What was even more weird was that it had the effect of shielding the gods, but it was not a prohibition. Lin Xuan had used the magical power several times and wanted to Dispelled, but not a moment, and then gathered again.

But this is not a big deal. After all, along the way, Yu Xuanzong was eccentric, but after chasing it for so long, the corpse was still missing. Lin Xuan could not help but wonder if he was on the wrong road.

Or just the trick of the monster.

Lin Xuan’s eyes flashed in the eye, apparently in the middle of thinking.

At this moment, an amazing aura suddenly rose to the sky, Lin Xuan was shocked, turned his head and looked at the past.

This look made him scream badly, and he didn't want to think about it. He immediately turned into a dawn and stepped back, but it was too late.

A flash of light flashed, a layer of yellow shield appeared out of thin air, the shield was round, and the space of more than a hundred feet was enveloped inside.

Lin Xuan's expression was cold, and the sleeves were smashed. The snow-fighting swords had been sacrificed, and a sword was hit on the top. This sword ushered in the storm and turned into a blue man, kneeling.

Sting...

A few feet long swordsman, it looks extraordinary, but it is like mud into the sea, the shield does not even see a trace.

Lin Xuan's expression has become very difficult to see. Even if it is the aura of the Yuan Ying period, it is impossible to harden his own attack and there is no reaction. What is the battle, and the defense is so abnormal.

However, he did not think at all. A blood-red light appeared in front of himself, and the light and shadow flickered, and then turned into a slap-sized symbol.

"this is……"

Lin Xuan blinked, this character is completely different from what he has seen before, not only the material of the paper is very special, but the spiritual fluctuations emitted above are even more amazing.

The above is a small sword with a long length.

This is by no means a five-line symbol, nor is it a general special charm. What is it?

Lin Xuan is also well-informed, but he hasn’t had a clue for a long time...

During the suspicion, the symbol suddenly burst into a wind and ignited, turning into a small sword with a long handle, and then the sword was released.

A simple sword with a simple shape appeared in front of him.

Lin Xuan is a few hundred feet away from it, but the amazing pressure has made him breathless, his forehead is covered with fine sweat drops, his face pale as paper.

Is this thing...

Lin Xuan suddenly thought of a possibility, a big shock.

"Young master, is this thing a Fu Bao?"

"Moon, what did you think of?"

"Yeah!" The ghost girl nodded, and the faint face revealed a desperate color. Lin Xuan’s expression was similar. Do you really want to fall here?

When he was chased by the ghost emperor, or fell into the hands of the peacock fairy, Lin Xuan did not have such a frustration, but the original experience is not worth mentioning compared with the present...

Fu Bao, today's Xiu Xianjie, I am afraid that even if it is the Yuan Ying period, very few people have heard the legend related to it.

Strictly speaking, this is not a thing of the human world, but a special magical power that the monks of the clutch period have.

The reason why there is persistence in this world is because those who have reached the clutch period have chosen to stay in this world because they are afraid of being unable to rob, and refine this treasure.

The fur of the demon animal is used as a carrier, supplemented by more than a dozen rare materials, and refined by the secret method, but the special one is made.

Then the master of the clutch period sealed some of the power of his own magic weapon.

Note that it can only be the magic weapon of the heart and the other treasures do not meet the requirements.

Finally, using the real fire to cultivate the age in the body, a Fubao is considered to be successful.

The complexity of the process requires a lot of materials. The general master of the clutch period will not do it at all. Without him, Fubao has no great use for them.

However, for other monks, it is an unimaginable treasure. You must know that the seal inside is the power of the monk's magic weapon!

Although it can't be compared with the great supernatural powers when the true clutch-time monks drive the magic weapon, it is said that even the lower-grade Fubao will not be smaller than the monks in the early Yuan Ying.

In other words, if someone can hold such a treasure, it will almost become a terrible existence of Yuan Ying.

Of course, there are many defects in this treasure. One is to be able to drive the monks in the condensate period. The second is the same as the Fuxi. Although there are many powers in the seal, there are limits. After all, there is no limit to the loss. In other words, it is always useful. The moment is over.

What's more, the fairy tales are difficult, and the condensate is not easy. For most geniuses, it is just a luxury. As for the clutch period... it is simply something that you can't think about.

And willing to work hard, the high-man who refines the Fubao is even rarer. In this world, it has almost disappeared. Even if it is, it is mostly treasured by some sects, or families, as a treasure of inheritance. If it is not a disaster, it will never be used.

The information related to Fubao in my mind emerged one by one, and the smile on the corner of Lin Xuan’s mouth became more and more bitter.

In the face of this legendary treasure, and trapped in this weird mask, do you have the opportunity to save your life?

......

boom!

When Lin Xuan fell into a horrible killing, in an unknown canyon far away from this, with a loud and loud noise, a stone lion with a height of several feet suddenly stunned and then his eyebrows Mang flashed, and a long-sized flying knife was violently ejected from the inside. As a center, countless fine lines spread all over the stone lion, and they slammed into pieces of gravel of different sizes.