Tempered Immortal

Chapter 90—The Ghosts

Lin Xuan naturally won't let it succeed, and it's hard to find the heavenly spirit, how could it be destroyed in front of his own eyes.

After Lin Xuan slightly wrinkled his brow, he extended his finger and rushed to the snow ring to gently click, "Sick!"

Suddenly, the 16 small rings that had been differentiated were plunged at the same time, and they rushed to the ghosts.

The speed of the best spirit is not the same, almost in the blink of an eye, it is chased in front of the body, the devil has to stop the body shape, defensive defense.

Lin Xuan’s mouth showed a sly smile.

He reached out and hugged the ball into a ball, pinched a strange French seal, and moved the spiritual power to the fingertips, then clicked on the snow ring.

A group of flames burned around the snow ring, a total of sixteen small rings, so there are sixteen flames.

However, unlike the ordinary flame, which is red, the flame is as white as a snow, and it is spotless. Even after it appears, the surrounding temperature does not rise.

However, the face of the devil was exposed to fear.

Innate fire!

Originally, this was necessary to build a base period for the monks to display. However, Lin Xuan relied on the best tools in his hand and his own pure repairs to make it appear in front of him.

Washing the marrow can improve the strength, while the essence of ginseng has the effect of making the body's spiritual power more pure. Because Lin Xuan has the ability to purify, so do not take a lot of money every day, in the same level of monks, perhaps there is a genius body The amount of spiritual power is slightly more than him, but when it comes to the purity of spiritual power, that is, the high quality, Lin Xuan is definitely ranked first, even compared with the monks who built the base period.

Coupled with the help of the best spirits, Lin Xuan succeeded in bringing out the innate fire.

Looking at the horrified expression of the ghost, Lin Xuan took a breath, and the spirit control technique was used to manipulate the snow ring and its avatar to trap the ghost in the same place.

Devils naturally do not want to wait and see, open the mouth of the blood basin, squirting a few mouthfuls of blood, the blood mixed with the ghost fog, forming a black-red shield.

"go with!"

There are many long night dreams, Lin Xuan is not willing to continue to delay here, God is moving, and the white innate fire flies toward the ghost.

Silent, but fast, the ghost has nowhere to hide, the innate fire hits its shield, such as ice and snow, the color of the shield quickly fades, in the blink of an eye, it is crumbling, devil There was a slight hesitation in the eyes, but then it became decided, and opened again, spewing a mouthful of blood.

The blood was sprinkled on the shield, and the part that was melted by the innate fire was restored to its original state. However, Lin Xuan was not in a hurry, but the corner of his mouth was hung with a cold smile. At this moment, both sides have evolved into consumption and competition.

His own innate fire is exerted by the spirit, which itself has a little advantage.

Every time the other party squirts a blood, it will drop by one point. If it is consumed, who wins and who loses, at a glance.

Lin Xuan took a piece of spar from his arms and held it in his hand to add mana. He had already won the prize, and now with such a layer of insurance, there is no reason to lose.

Time passed by, and after half an hour, the trapped ghost had already sweated and the body shape was reduced.

it's time!

Lin Xuan raised his hand and rushed to the snow ring that was spinning in the air.

Among the white light, the snow ring began to transform, and the twist became the shape of the blade of the crescent, and it was cold and murderous!

The expression of the devil is even more shocking. Lin Xuan does not intend to give him more time to think, and spit the truth: "Disease!"

The blade of the crescent rushed toward the devil, and the sharp sound of the air was chilling.

The devil has no intention of fighting, stopped the blood on the shield like a spit, the body shape drips, turned into a red light, want to fly.

"I want to run away now, it’s late!"

The sixteen-month-old blade is separated from each other, surrounded by layers of ghosts from all sides, and the innate fire that melted the shield also flew over, forming a network with the crescent, and the ghost is already difficult to fly.

There is no blood, but there are countless yin from the body of the devil who was unloaded, and then his remaining body twisted into pieces, turned into a ghost, panic and want to escape.

This monster was originally composed of the fallen monk's soul and the beast of the beast. Now it is just being beaten back to the original shape.

Looking at the ghost of the flying dragonfly, Lin Xuan regained the hundred souls, gently waved it, injected it with spiritual power, and threw it into the sky.

After inhaling enough spiritual power, the hundred souls that have come out of the hand quickly become larger, from the size of the palm, straight to a few feet long and wide.

A black spurt came out from inside.

Those black spirits, like the spiritual ones, chased the ghosts that fled and fled, and then wrapped them in between them.

The horror of the ghost has reached the apex, struggling, but it is useless. This hundred souls are the nemesis of the ghosts.

It’s not bad to deal with the kind of ghosts that have just been done, but to clean up these remaining ghosts is a good dish.

The souls of the monks and the beasts are not falling, all are entangled in the black line, and they are rolled back into the soul of the hundred souls.

Then the magical device resumed the size of the palm in the rotation, and fell back to Lin Xuan’s hand. Unlike the previous one, the soul of the soul that absorbed many souls appeared to be full of power, and the black hair was bright, and it was held in the hand. You can feel the powerful energy contained in it.

Lin Xuan’s eyes flashed a glimmer of color, and he survived from the magic practice. The power of this hundred souls is extraordinary. The more souls are absorbed, the more powerful the power will be. In the end, even the top The best spirit of the order is long.

However, Lin Xuan has never sacrificed it for a reason. There is no reason for him. Although Lin Xuan thinks that he is not a kind-hearted kind person, he is by no means a murderous villain.

In order to sacrifice the magic weapon and kill the soul, Lin Xuan can't do this, so this hundred souls have not been used in the storage bracelet.

But now the situation is different. These monsters and monks who once assembled into a devil are originally their own enemies. They will be polite to them, and they will not be merciful to the enemy. Of course, they must all be inhaled.

Although it is a surviving soul, but the number is amazing, there are nearly a hundred, and after the absorption of so much nutrients, the hundred souls go back and sacrifice again, presumably will multiply.

Although this war is a bit dangerous, it is also very rewarding.