The first thousand six hundred and seventy-four chapters
Chapter 1674: Cold Jiao Lihuo
Suddenly there was a loud noise, and the faces of the seven friends that day were all filled with anger. If Lin Xuan was not a cultivator in the Separation and Reunion Stage, they must have taken out the treasure and killed him first.
"Amitabha." A trace of ridicule appeared on the face of the long-browed old monk: "My fellow Taoist said this, don't you think you are too arrogant?"
The old monk had already scanned the area with his spiritual consciousness. There were no other immortal cultivators within a thousand miles. In other words, Lin Xuan was alone.
With one against seven, this courage is considered to be fertile ground.
Lin Xuan sighed: "I'm kind to you, but I don't want to conflict with fellow Taoists. Since everyone is so stubborn, then Lin will only be offended."
Before he finished speaking, he flicked his sleeves, and dozens of swords swam out, rising in the wind. In the blink of an eye, they were several feet long, and they stabbed toward the opponent like a gust of wind and rain.
The seven friends of Tianman were all furious because the other party was too arrogant.
Maybe my brain is broken.
I didn't see that there was a clutch on my side.
With one against seven, does he think he has a chance of winning?
For a moment, there were shouts and curses, and the Nascent Soul cultivators each took out defensive treasures. No matter what, the other party's cultivation level was much higher than their own, so they had to survive this wave of attacks first.
Suddenly, a bright light rose, and various colorful shields and shields appeared in sight.
"The mantis blocks the car!"
There was a trace of ridicule at the corner of Lin Xuan's mouth, and those sword lights came to the side of the seven people in an instant.
The sound of "chichi" broke through the air, and the treasures and protective shields on several people were like paper, easily penetrated by the sword light.
As for the body-protecting Qi, it had no effect at all. Blood spurted out, and seven or eight blood holes were stabbed in each person's body.
However, no one died. Lin Xuan did not want to kill innocent people indiscriminately. It is not easy to become an immortal. These people only temporarily lost the ability to move.
Only the old monk flicked his sleeves, and a Zen staff flew out. Mana was injected into it, and the shadows of the staff were as dignified as mountains. They collided with the light of the sword, and both of them turned into nothingness at the same time.
There seemed to be no winner or loser, but the old monk's expression completely changed.
After all, he was using his natal treasure, but the other party released a few sword energy at random. Is there any mistake? Even the cultivators in the late stage of clutching do not have such strength.
Shocked and angry, the old monk roared loudly, folded his hands and raised them flat on his chest. A ball of scorching white flame emerged, and the surrounding temperature dropped rapidly.
"Demon fire with cold attributes?" Lin Xuan had a look of surprise on his face.
"That's right, I'll let you see my cold Jiao Lihuo."
The old monk shouted loudly, and the flames suddenly swelled. Then in a flash, a fire dragon about ten feet long appeared. It was all white and the terrifying cold air seemed to be able to freeze space.
This secret technique was something he had mastered after two hundred years of seclusion. Even if the opponent was a cultivator in the middle stage of separation and union, he was sure that he would be able to equalize it.
Lin Xuan's expression was a little startled at first, but then he chuckled. This was really a trick, it was almost the same as playing with a sword in front of Guan Gong's gate. Han Yan's secret technique, wasn't this looking for death?
Turning his wrist, a three-color flame appeared between Lin Xuan's palms.
With a twist, like a baby bird emerging from its shell, a phoenix about a foot long flew out from the inside and faced the dragon.
In terms of size, the phoenix was much smaller, but the dragon showed a look of fear. Lin Xuan's expression changed. Could it be that this Buddha's fire has channeled spirits?
This is something you can't let go of.
"disease!"
Lin Xuan pointed forward, and the phoenix opened its mouth, and a clear cry came out, followed by a flash of light, and it spewed out from its mouth.
After wrapping around the dragon, the dragon was immediately caught in it, and its size quickly shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye.
It was originally about ten feet long, but after a few breaths, only an inch remained.
It looks similar to a small caterpillar.
Then the phoenix pounced on it, pecked it with its beak, raised its head, and swallowed it into its belly.
"My Hanjiao Lihuo."
The old monk was shocked and his eyes were red. This was a secret technique that he had cultivated with great difficulty. He originally wanted to rely on this magical power to become famous, but he didn't expect that he would become famous for the first time. One shot and it was destroyed in Lin Xuan's hands.
His hard work was in vain. Even though he was a cultivator in the separation and union stage, the old monk couldn't accept it for a moment. With his fingers like hooks, he rushed forward and fought Lin Xuan desperately.
"Do you really want to die?"
Lin Xuan raised his eyebrows and said coldly.
"Thief, you destroyed my secret technique, I have an sworn hatred with you."
As the old monk spoke, he danced wildly with his sleeves and robes, and offered several more treasures, including a hook, a sword, and a magic weapon in the shape of a wooden fish.
Lin Xuan sighed. Originally, he really didn't want to go on a killing spree. He just wanted to show his strength and make the other party retreat. But when things got to this point, it was difficult to achieve his original expectations.
This old monk hates himself to the core, and if he is let go, he will never let him go.
The consequences are endless.
As the saying goes, if you are not afraid of thieves stealing, you are afraid of thieves missing you.
With Lin Xuan's character, how could he possibly do such a stupid thing as letting the tiger go back to the mountains?
"This is because you forced Lin."
The murderous look on his face flashed across his face. Lin Xuan stretched out his hand and patted his waist. A dark gourd appeared on his chest.
Sparkling inspiration!
Lin Xuan hit a magic formula on it.
Woo...
The buzzing sound reached the ears, and the gourd suddenly swelled up. Soon it was several feet long and suspended in the chest. Countless thunderous sands spurted out from it, rolled out, and swarmed towards the old monk.
The other party was shocked and turned pale. He quickly reached out and recalled several treasures in front of him. He was angry. After all, it was the separation period. He still had some eyesight and could see the extraordinary thing about Leisha that day.
Lin Xuan didn't care about that much, he controlled the thunderous sand to press down like a wave. A fierce look flashed in the old monk's eyes, and several magic weapons with great radiance swept forward fiercely, trying to create a passage. .
"break!"
As soon as Lin Xuan pointed out, the red light flashed, and thousands of thunder sands exploded. Each grain may not be much, but so many of them connected together are eye-popping.
"Pfft..." The old monk spat out a mouthful of blood. He himself was not attacked, but his magic weapon was blown into a piece of scrap metal. Because of the connection between his mind and his heart, he was naturally not much better off.
The originally heated mind finally calmed down and realized that he had provoked someone he shouldn't have provoked.
"Fellow Taoist, please be merciful. My brothers are willing to give up Cuixin Island."
"It's too late to say this now, fellow Taoist." A hint of sneer appeared at the corner of Lin Xuan's mouth. Originally, he wanted to put an end to the trouble, but when things have reached this point, how can things be so good?