Lin Xuan and Wangtinglou were able to achieve what they had today because they had come through the bloody storms. They had rich fighting experience and quickly worked out a strategy to deal with the enemy.
Yue'er stretched out her hand and slapped the invisibility talisman on her body. Her figure gradually faded, and finally disappeared completely. She even had no breath at all. Lin Xuan knew that Yue'er was beside him, but he didn't feel it at all.
Not here anymore.
Such a mysterious result cannot be achieved by the concealment talisman and the Qi Condensation Technique.
Lin Xuan remained calm on the surface, but he was really amazed in his heart. This was still a flaw, so what effect would a real invisibility charm have?
He shook his head, now was not the time to find one.
Lin Xuan sat cross-legged and began to meditate to regain his strength. Although he once got a small bottle of ten thousand years of spiritual milk when he was in the spirit gathering space, such a heaven-defying thing is rare even in the spiritual world.
Extremely, it is a life-saving thing at critical moments. Of course, Lin Xuan will not waste it here stupidly.
Wangtinglou also made the same move. Although in terms of realm, the ancient demon was slightly inferior to him, but measuring the strength of an immortal cultivator is not just an indicator of realm. The opponent's body is
The superior Demon Ancestor, Wangtinglou, has seen its terrifying aspects from the classics, so he did not dare to be careless in the slightest.
The two of them didn't wait long. In just half a cup of tea, a huge figure came into view. It was as black as ink and was wrapped in layers of fine scales.
Ancient Demon!
The most eye-catching thing about it is that on its ferocious and ugly head, there are two pairs of long and narrow eyes, one pair is flashing red, the other pair is glowing with a faint cold green luster, and a pair of sharp horns on the head.
It stretches out and has mottled patterns on its surface, making it look like a strange magic circle.
The fangs are exposed and there are actually three nostrils.
There are sharp bone knives sticking out of key parts such as elbows and joints.
The demonic energy all over his body was not exposed, but his spiritual pressure was extraordinary.
There are unknown restrictions in this hall. The ancient demon's spiritual consciousness is also suppressed, but his eyesight is far beyond that of a monk.
His eyes swept across and he could clearly see the scenery in front of him.
His eyes swept over Lin Xuan and Tinglou, and a bit of surprise appeared on their faces.
His lips moved slightly, and he was about to speak, but Lin Xuan had no time to talk to him. Since he wanted to turn against him, it didn't matter whether he said it or not.
With a flick of his sleeves and robe, a green light flew out.
As he flashed into the wind, his body suddenly grew in size, and like thunder and lightning, he struck hard in front of the ancient demon.
This couldn't be called a sneak attack, but the attack was so bold and fierce that it also made the ancient demon frightened and angry.
A red light flashed in his eyes, and a square brick several inches in size was sacrificed.
After taking off his hand, it also surged rapidly. It seemed clumsy, but in fact it was extremely flexible and not slow at all. It easily stopped Qing Huo.
The crackling sound reached the ears, and the two treasures were both inspired. They were fighting and chasing each other in mid-air, and it was hard to tell the winner for a while.
There was no surprise on Lin Xuan's face. Even Wangtinglou was so afraid of the ancient demon. Sure enough, he had some skills.
But when it comes to this matter, it's really a bit weird.
Yao Zhu also exists in the upper world. As one of the four evil spirits in the spirit world, Lin Xuan believes that it will never be inferior to the demon ancestor of Lao Shizi. Why is the split soul so weak? Is there any unknown secret in this?
What?
He was surprised and doubtful in his heart, but at this moment, Lin Xuan had no time to think deeply. The ancient demon's sneering voice came into his ears: "Young man, you dare to do something like this. I don't know whether to live or die."
Then he turned his head to the other side: "Fellow Taoist Tinglou, what do you mean by this? Have you forgotten the joint friendship between you and me?"
Even though the ancient demon looked extremely calm on the surface, deep inside, he was already in turmoil.
The passage that boy was walking was obviously a dead end. How could he have gotten here?
A small clutch can never break through the phantom array of thousands of ghosts. Could it be that there is some fallacy in the information I collected?
However, what he was most afraid of was not Lin Xuan, but Tinglou. He originally thought that the other party had fallen into his fist, but he didn't expect that the old guy was extremely cunning and was actually playing a trick.
He was surprised and doubtful in his heart, but on the surface, he naturally did not give up his efforts: "Fellow Taoist Tinglou, could it be that you want to betray your promise and not ascend to the upper world?"
"You don't need to use this to restrain me. Even without you, it's not difficult for me to bear the catastrophe." Tinglou raised his chin slightly. Looking at the twelve states of Tianyun, he was the only one who dared to be so confident and regard the catastrophe as nothing.
"Really? With your strength, you may be able to ascend successfully, but I don't dare to say that you are absolutely sure. There is also a chance of falling, but with me taking care of you, there is no threat at all, and you are in the late stage of clutching.
The immortal cultivators are certainly top-notch figures in the human world, but they are nothing in the upper world. Without me to guide the way, do you think life will be easy? To tell you the truth, those ascended monks..."
The ancient demon had a sneer on his face, and his tone already contained a very obvious threat.
But if Wangtinglou has come this far, how can it be frightened?
Don't even think about the other person's words swaying his mind.
With a flick of his sleeves, a foot-long magic weapon flew out, shining with golden light. There was also a coiled dragon carved on the surface, and a mysterious aura swarmed out.
"Golden Lan pen!"
The ancient demon suddenly changed his color and stared at the treasure in Wangtinglou's hand. His tone was full of disbelief: "Impossible. There are not many treasures like the golden pen in the upper world. How did you get it to refine it?"
The law of control?"
As the saying goes, a good horse needs a good saddle.
The Confucian magical power emphasizes the perfect coordination of spells and magic weapons. A good pen can allow the monks to use brush and ink better, and fully display the six arts of Confucianism.
When Jian Tinglou took out the golden pen, his strength could at least increase by more than three levels. It's no wonder that his demonic color kept changing.
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On the other side, in the soul space, Tian Xiaojian's eyes suddenly widened.
He almost thought that he heard wrongly. Given his state of affairs, he couldn't help but show a look of confusion on his face, looking at the shadow in front of him: "What did you just say?"
"I said, do you want to become an immortal?"
There is temptation on Xuying's face, and the voice seems to penetrate directly into people's hearts. This is an extremely skillful charm technique. It's a pity that he has no power at all now, otherwise this alone would be enough to intimidate people.
Controlling the mind of the monk in front of him.
Charm is not a magical power that only female cultivators can practice. In fact, it is very useful in fighting.
As the Lord of the Ancient Demon, he is even more proficient in the art. When he was at his peak, even powerful monks could control it. Unfortunately, he has no power at all now, but he can still have some effect.