"Senior, misunderstandings are all misunderstandings. Even if you lend us some courage, how can I dare to offend Huwei?"
"Yes, senior, please be merciful. No matter what request you make, I will definitely agree to it." When Su Ru saw that his senior brothers had knelt down, he showed a servile expression even if he dared to be tough.
"Huh!" Lin Xuan was slightly surprised when he saw this scene. Although the immortal path is difficult, in addition to strength, if you want to turn danger into safety, you also need a smooth mind that can bend and stretch.
But the other party's cultivation level is not low, and he can bend his knees without hesitation when he sees something is wrong. This kind of shame is quite admirable.
However, this approach will not work in front of me.
The more this kind of enemy can endure humiliation and bear heavy burdens, the more terrifying it is. With Lin Xuan's character, how can he leave future troubles for himself?
There was a hint of sarcasm at the corner of his mouth, and Lin Xuan raised his hand.
From inside his sleeves, large rays of light flew out, swirling and thundering, evolving into dozens of green sword lights.
The sound of breaking through the sky was connected in a line, and it could not stop reaching my ears, and the sound was extremely loud.
The faces of the two Confucian immortal cultivators changed wildly. With such majesty and momentum, they could not even think of resisting.
"Let's go!"
The young man raised his arms and let out a loud cry, like a ghost crying or a wolf howling, which turned into a streak of white light that shot out in the direction of the horizon.
Su Ru's expression was extremely ugly, but when he reacted a little slower and wanted to escape, the sword light was already in front of him.
Fear came over him like a tide. Facing the old monster in the Nascent Soul stage, he knew it was absolutely unreasonable, but he was still willing to sit back and wait for death.
He stretched out his hand and slapped the back of his head hard, and a dazzling red light flew out of his mouth.
Connected with the red light in front of him are two flying swords of different lengths.
"disease!"
Su Ru pointed at the magic weapon and spurted out a mouthful of blood at the same time. Under the urging of his secret technique, the two flying swords merged into one and turned into a monster with a snake body and a tiger head, with red blood mist spraying from its mouth.
, rushed towards Lin Xuan.
"Brother, leave quickly and avenge me in the future!"
This man was quite brave. Seeing that he could no longer leave, he wanted to buy time for his companions.
Unfortunately it’s all in vain!
A few years ago, although he was not Lin Xuan's opponent, he could still resist one or two. However, now Lin Xuan has become a demon infant. In terms of magical power, he is not inferior to ordinary Yuanying stage old monsters. How can it be
Is it possible for him, a small monk at the elixir condensation stage, to resist?
The best way to describe it is as if a mantis' arms are like a chariot. The green sword light collided with the monster with a tiger head and a snake body...
The spiritual light shined brightly, and the crackling sound was as loud as thunder. The monster with a tiger head and a snake body was no small thing, but in front of this sword light, it was like paper, and it was beaten back to its original shape almost in an instant.
Su Ru was horrified and quickly reached into his arms to take out other treasures, but the sword light had already reached his body and the protective shield was easily torn.
"No……"
Mixed with his exclamations, the sword light turned the sky into a blood mist. Lin Xuan raised his hand and released a fireball. This master of Haoran Sect never dreamed that his end would be exactly the same as that of Ma Tianming who he had just killed.
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The cycle of heaven brings unsatisfactory retribution.
And in this moment, the young man's move had actually shot several miles away.
With his spiritual consciousness, he naturally knew what happened next. He was filled with shock and anger, but more importantly, fear.
how so?
Could it be that the abnormality I saw just now was not the other party practicing strange magic skills, but the celestial phenomenon of condensed Nascent Soul?
That’s not right. It’s completely different from what’s described in the book. What’s wrong?
This person is an immortal cultivator at the peak of the elixir condensation stage, and he is quite scheming. He always feels that there is something secret about this matter!
He is also very thoughtful. Even in this critical period, he quickly discovered the doubt. The enemy is indeed extremely powerful, but it is slightly different from the old monsters in the Nascent Soul stage that he has seen before. What is the difference?
, he couldn’t explain clearly, he didn’t know...
My heart is full of doubts and fears. No matter what, the other party is definitely not something I can defeat.
Thinking of this, he opened his mouth and spit out a ball of essence.
That essence is not a collection of spiritual power, but the awe-inspiring aura unique to Confucian immortal cultivators.
Use a little and a little less. It goes without saying that this thing is important to them.
Then he performed another seal, his whole body was filled with dazzling spiritual light, mixed with the aura of awe-inspiring force, and he rolled over quickly.
In the distance, Lin Xuan narrowed his eyes. He did not move to chase him, but no matter how fast the opponent ran, there was no way he could get out of the sensing range of his consciousness.
"It's not bad. Let's try my newly cultivated green fantasy fire."
Lin Xuan smiled coldly, raised his hand, turned it over gently, and a green flame the size of an egg appeared in his palm.
The color was extremely quiet. After refining the fire charm, Lin Xuan had not had time to test its power.
"go!"
With a flick of his wrist, the flame immediately drew a graceful arc, chasing behind the young man like a whale taking water.
It's so fast that words can't describe it.
The young man's face was extremely ugly, and a trace of despair flashed through his heart. Originally, he had full confidence in his own speed, but the speed of the opponent's demonic fire was even more bizarre and unpredictable... Could it be that he was really doomed today?
Gritting his teeth, he stretched his finger upwards, and the scroll hovering above his head suddenly grew larger and blocked it behind.
This person is quite decisive, knowing that doing so is tantamount to drinking poison to quench his thirst, but he actually gives up his life-giving magic weapon.
A smile appeared on the corner of Lin Xuan's mouth, and he didn't know whether it was appreciation or ridicule. Under the control of his spiritual mind, the green phantom fire flashed and turned into an arrow about a foot long.
"Bo!"
The scroll flashed red, and the sound of shattering came. On it, there was a small hole the size of a finger. After the arrow penetrated the defense, the demonic flames reappeared with a roar. At this time, he was not far from the target.
The young man's face turned pale. Although this scroll cannot be said to be a top-notch magic weapon, it has been cultivated in his body for hundreds of years. His magical power is also extraordinary. In terms of defense, it is enough to make ordinary monks stunned, but it was destroyed so easily.
What was particularly frightening was that the other party had not even used a single magic weapon, but had just used his magic power to condensate sword light and magic fire, forcing himself to a dead end. Even the Supreme Elder in the sect might not have this kind of magical power.
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The horror in my heart is indescribable. Current events are stronger than people. It seems that escaping is a luxury.
As soon as he gritted his teeth, a look of determination flashed across his face, and his eyes were deep-set and vaguely crazy.
Shockingly, he actually chose to self-destruct.
Blood rained all over the sky, but within the endless red, there was a trace of yellow light.
It was very faint. If Lin Xuan's spiritual consciousness at this moment had not surpassed that of a monk in the early stage of Yuanying, he might not have noticed it. He raised his eyebrows and a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, but he activated his spiritual consciousness without hesitation.