Tempered Immortal

Chapter 466

Lin Xuan didn't dare to stay, and escaped hundreds of miles in one breath, then found a hidden place, stopped to rest, took out the elixir, swallowed it, and sat cross-legged to meditate. After several hours, Lin Xuan's physical strength and mana finally fully recovered .

Breathing out a breath of turbid air, Lin Xuan stood up, checked the direction, turned into a blue rainbow, and headed towards Lingyao Mountain.

This trip, the harvest was naturally extremely rich, but in the end it was also disgraceful. If it wasn't for a little bit of luck, it might have fallen into the hands of Peacock Fairy.

In the final analysis, his strength is still insufficient. Although his cultivation base and supernatural powers are far superior to monks of the same level, he has no power to fight back against the old monsters of the Nascent Soul level.

Of course, there is no way to do this. A higher level of realm is a world of difference. There is no such thing as an old monster with a heaven-defying level like Baidu Shenjun.

Lin Xuan stuck out his tongue and licked the dry corners of his mouth. People have self-knowledge. He never expected that he could stand up to the old monsters in the Nascent Soul stage. He just hoped that in their hands, there would be some means to save his life.

At least the situation is not right, there is a chance of oiling the soles of the shoes.

It seems that after going back to the mountain this time, I have to find a way to cultivate more powerful mystical powers, or collect materials to refine the magic weapon of life. , is still inferior.

Lin Xuan was thinking in his heart as he was on his way, and the startled rainbow he had turned into gradually became dim. Although the Peacock Fairy had gone away, Lin Xuan felt that he should be more careful.

Nothing happened on the way, and the sun was already westward in a blink of an eye. Although it took most of the day to fly, with Lin Xuan's cultivation base, he didn't feel tired. There is a shock of spiritual power.

Lin Xuan frowned, and stopped to escape.

One thing more is worse than one thing less. With Lin Xuan's disposition, he naturally took a detour when he encountered this situation, but he hesitated for a moment, but instead he flew towards the fire.

There are reasons for doing so.

Lin Xuan has been away from the sect for a long time, and then stayed in the Kuiyin Mountains for more than half a year. He can say that he has no idea how far the war between the monks and the ghosts has gone. As soon as he returned to the sect, he was arrested as a strong man, wouldn't that be a great injustice?

This is one of them.

As for the second point, what makes Lin Xuan very uneasy is that in the past half a day, he has flown tens of thousands of miles. It cannot be said that all the places he passes are very remote, but there are no people. With no vitality, Lin Xuan gradually had a bad premonition in his heart.

What is the current situation in Youzhou, Lin Xuan is eager to find out, and although the flames and explosions ahead are loud, in Lin Xuan's view, the level of fighting skills is also limited, and it does not pose a threat to him at all. That's why he dared to go there.

The incident happened only ten miles away. Although Lin Xuan was not flying fast, it only took a few minutes, and soon a clear picture was displayed in front of him.

The flames were shining, and the Yin Qi was soaring into the sky. A group of monks were fighting fiercely with the ghosts.

However, Lin Xuan swept away with his divine sense, but he couldn't help laughing. Although the scale of this fight was quite large, the cultivation bases of both sides were insignificant.

On the side of the monks, there are about 30 to [-] people, but except for the first few who are cultivators in the foundation stage, the others are just low-level disciples in the spirit stage.

As for the ghosts, there are even more in number, and their appearance is quite terrifying, but the means of attack are sparse, and they are also the lowest level of fierce souls.

Lin Xuan didn't mean to hide his cultivation, and soon both sides discovered this outsider.

There was a commotion among the monks, and the excitement of countless people was beyond words. Judging from the scene, they were indeed at a disadvantage. They thought that this time would be bad luck, but unexpectedly, strong reinforcements came.

"Senior, please help. The juniors are very grateful and will definitely give you a big reward." As soon as a clear voice came to his ears, Lin Xuan turned his head, and it was an old man in a white robe.

He is also the person with the highest realm among this group of monks, having reached the peak of the foundation building period, but judging from his age, it can be said that there is almost no hope of congealing alchemy in this life.

"Senior, save me."

"Please also use your supernatural powers."

"Please."

……

Others also opened their mouths one after another. For a while, the voices of chattering came to their ears. Lin Xuan didn't mean to embarrass them. He raised his hand and slapped a certain storage bag on his waist, the brilliance flashed wildly , dozens of talismans have been sacrificed.

Hail and fireballs, thunder and lightning winds, these are human-level talismans refined in the past. Lin Xuan's cultivation base is now greatly improved, and it is already useless.

Although the power is not outstanding, these ghosts are only the lowest level, and soon the cloudy energy that filled the sky was swept away.

The monks were all overjoyed to see this senior attack with such momentum as soon as he made a move. They each sacrificed their spiritual weapons and besieged the fish that slipped through the net.

The situation was reversed, the ghosts roared again and again, Lin Xuan frowned slightly, not intending to waste time here, raised his hand, and shot out a few white sword lights from his fingers, flashing away, killing the most powerful The ghosts pierced through.

Without the leader, the rest of the mob became more and more flustered, and they were wiped out by human monks in just a cup of tea.

"Sect Master, they are all dead, there is no fish that slipped through the net."

Hearing the words of his subordinates, the old man in white robe breathed a sigh of relief, and raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead. Fortunately, if any ghost escaped, it would be a serious trouble.

With a wink, he asked the disciples to clean up the battlefield. Although the spiritual weapons used by these ghosts and ghosts are a bit weird, they can also be exchanged for crystals.

As for himself, he flew over respectfully like Lin Xuan, and bent down to salute: "Junior Luo Tianren pays homage to senior, and is grateful for his help. If senior has orders, I will go through fire and water at Chaoyangmen and try my best to do it."

"Chaoyangmen?" Lin Xuan frowned slightly, but he didn't have any impression in his heart. Either he was ignorant, or the other party's sect was too small.

The old man in front of him is the head of the sect master, but his cultivation is only at the peak of the foundation establishment period. It seems that the latter is more likely to be the case.

As soon as Lin Xuan thought about it, he thought of this, but there was no contemptuous expression on his face: "Well, you are Chaoyangmen monks, do you know where this place is and why you encountered ghosts here? Could it be that they have already killed you? Have you entered the hinterland of Youzhou?"

Lin Xuan asked a few questions in a row, but the old man who called himself Luo Tianren listened, but his expression was blank. He first looked at Lin Xuan with a curious expression, and then seemed to feel that this was disrespectful, and quickly lowered his head.

(End of this chapter)