A formation flag flew back to Lin Xuan's hand. The fog surged for a while, and then it seemed as if the two sides separated, and the scenery in the middle gradually became clear.
Lei Hong was startled, snorted, and took back the Heaven-turning Seal magic weapon.
A man and a woman came into view.
The man was about 20 years old, with an ordinary appearance. He was the type that would not be remembered even if thrown into a crowd. However, his cultivation level was not weak and he had already reached the early stage of Dan Condensation.
Lei Hong narrowed his eyes slightly, but soon he didn't take it seriously. The other person's face was pale and his expression was depressed.
He then turned his gaze to the girl next to him, and with a sweep of his consciousness, Lei Hong's eyes suddenly burst into light of surprise.
This girl is actually the body of a ghost, and she has obviously practiced the art of ghost cultivation. She has now reached the stage of Dzogchen in the foundation building stage.
This is a good ghost servant!
In the world of cultivation, they are far more rare than spirit beasts.
God favored me, and I really found a treasure this time.
Lei Hong was overjoyed and looked at Lin Xuan with an increasingly evil look, and a cold murderous aura was faintly emitted from his whole body.
If you want to rob a ghost servant, you must first kill its master.
Just as he was about to take action, Lin Xuan turned his head and looked over, and said with a slight sarcasm: "Why, fellow Taoist, you don't even ask about my identity, you want to kill people and steal treasures?"
"Hmph, what do you have to ask? Your Excellency has set up such a weird formation, and you are undoubtedly a demon cultivator. As the saying goes, good and evil are not mutually exclusive, so I'm going to attack you. It's only natural."
"It's a matter of course?" Lin Xuan sneered: "With a set of formations, how can you conclude that I am a demon cultivator, just an excuse to steal the treasure, but it doesn't matter, since my fellow Taoist wants to return to the west, I will give you a ride.
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After hearing Lin Xuan's words, Lei Hong couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, feeling vaguely that something was wrong. The other party's tone was so loud. Of course, he could not rule out that he was bluffing.
"Your Excellency, you are not afraid of Feng Da's tongue flashing. You are just a monk in the early stage of condensing the pill, and your vitality is severely damaged. How dare you speak to me like this?"
"Do you not believe it, fellow Taoist? Then you will know after you try it!"
After Lin Xuan finished speaking, he patted the storage bag, and a wisp of green silk thread flew out and pierced towards the opponent at extremely fast speed.
"Flying Needle Magic Weapon?"
Lei Hong's expression changed slightly. This kind of flying needle magic weapon is extremely difficult to refine because of its small size. However, it usually has special magical powers and extraordinary power.
What's more, what is in front of you is not an ordinary thing, but an ancient treasure passed down from ancient times.
Ancient monks had great magical powers, and the treasures they refined were often far more powerful than the magic weapons of today's monks.
However, the number of ancient treasures is not large, let alone the monks in the early stage of condensation. Most people have never even seen them.
This young man revealed a rare flying needle ancient treasure as soon as he took possession of it. How could Lei Hong not be shocked?
The contempt suddenly disappeared, Lei Hong opened his mouth and spit out a short knife as if facing a powerful enemy.
The knife was only about a foot long, with a thick back and a thin blade, and countless strange runes engraved on the handle. It looked like something extraordinary at first glance.
Lei Hong rubbed his hands together and injected a magic formula. The short sword made a slight sound and turned into a wisp of red light, which shot through the air.
In an instant, there was a loud sound of gold and iron clashing, red light and green light, fighting endlessly, and the spiritual energy around them fell like rain.
Lei Hong breathed a sigh of relief. As long as he could suppress the opponent's ancient treasure, a monk in the early stage of condensation naturally had nothing to fear. He sneered and was about to use other means. Lin Xuan had already sacrificed the Mysterious Fire Divine Bead.
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"Hey. This is..."
Lei Hong looked stunned and took a closer look at the bead the size of a dragon's eye on Lin Xuan's chest. His face suddenly became clouded.
It’s actually another ancient treasure!
Who is this kid? Most of the monks in the late stage of Condensing Pills only have one ancient treasure. How could he...
Could it be that this kid is the descendant of a certain old monster in the Nascent Soul Stage?
From Lin Xuan Yun's use of the Blue Scale Needle just now, Lei Hong still couldn't tell that he was using authentic Taoist magical skills. Naturally, the demon cultivator's excuse was self-defeating, but he had no intention of stopping at all!
The original purpose was to kill people and grab treasures, but now that they have started, how can they give up halfway, especially when they find out that Lin Xuan's identity may be of great importance, so they must do their best to kill him, otherwise there will be endless troubles.
Although Lin Xuan didn't know what the other party was thinking, he didn't need to think too much at all. Although helping Yue'er heal his injuries greatly weakened his vitality, the purity of Lin Xuan's magic power was far higher than that of monks of the same level. In addition, there were so many
With the treasure, it is still possible to kill Lin Xuan, a monk in the middle stage of condensation.
I will not offend others unless they offend me. Since the other party has ulterior motives, I will naturally fight back with ten times the strength.
The Mysterious Fire Divine Orb hung high above his head. Lin Xuan snapped his fingers, and a wisp of flame shot out from his fingers and flew into the orb.
A ball of golden flame exploded, and the next moment it turned into a sea of fire.
"Duh!"
Lin Xuan's voice was clearly audible. Following the sound of his spell, dozens of pythons as thick as buckets, condensed by flames, took shape in the sea of fire, and then roared towards the opponent, with an astonishing momentum.
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Lei Hong was also startled, but he quickly calmed down, patted the storage bag, and took out a scroll.
The precious and important unfolding turned out to be an antique picture scroll.
The background is the sparkling sea, and between the sea and the sky, there is a divine dragon flying. No...no, it is not a divine dragon. Although the two are very similar, there are still subtle differences. It should be an evil dragon.
"What's this?"
Lin Xuan had a look of confusion on his face. This object didn't look like a magic weapon, but it was extremely agile. Could it be some magical treasure of cultivation that he didn't know about?
Although he had never seen it before, let alone knew it, but for some reason, Lin Xuan vaguely felt that this object looked familiar, as if it was related to something he had used before.
Lin Xuan's heart trembled, but he immediately put the question behind him. No matter who he was, he should be killed first.
Thinking of this, Lin Xuan began to inject more mana into the Mysterious Fire God Bead.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh...
In addition to the fire snakes, firebirds also took shape in the sea of fire. Their wingspan was nearly two feet long and they looked exactly like vultures.
"go!"
The fire bird croaked wildly, followed closely behind the fire snake, and flew towards its opponent.
Facing such a terrifying attack, Lei Hong turned a blind eye and even showed a hint of arrogance on his face.
He held the picture scroll flat in front of his chest and hit a magic formula on it.
The entire scroll trembled slightly, and a layer of blue light emerged, with terrifying spiritual power centered on it and spreading to all directions.
"What is this?"
In the sky, spiritual energy gathered together and turned into small droplets visible to the naked eye, pouring into the painting crazily.