Tempered Immortal

Chapter 689 Seven Star Island Swamp Center
Guitou laughed long and loudly, it was nothing but a waste of such a good magic weapon in the other party's hands.

Violently waste everything, let this corpse send you back to the west.

The hostility all over his body seemed substantial, and the sharp horn on his forehead shrank inward, and then flew out suddenly.

The pitch-black sharp light turned into a ray of dark cold light, and the speed was so fast that the bald monk had no time to use any defensive measures.

His spiritual shield was even more like paper, accompanied by whining, it had been broken by the fierce attack.

puff……

Blood was all over the sky, and the bald monk's eyeballs lost their luster, but he still looked down with a look of disbelief.

His left chest was pierced by a sharp horn, and his heart was already shattered. The bright red blood was so glaring.

With the passing of strength, he turned into a corpse, but this was only the beginning...

There seemed to be magic power on the ghost horn, and it instantly sucked his blood into it.

The flesh and blood disappeared, leaving only a white bone in the air, and on the chest and abdomen of the white bone, there was a longan-sized orb.

The orb exudes a deep luster, it must be the golden elixir of a monk!
With a flash of black light, the ghost head had already flown to the front, and with a big mouth, it swallowed the golden elixir.

A look of satisfaction appeared on his face.

Then his eyes sparkled and he stared at another prey.

The old man was so frightened that his heart was broken. Although the bald monk's supernatural power was not as good as his own, he was still at the stage of congealing alchemy, and he died in the opponent's hand after meeting him.

What's more, the body and soul were devoured, and even the chance to re-enter the cycle was lost.

There is nothing more tragic than this. The so-called death of a rabbit and a fox is a sad thing. He doesn't even have the courage to resist.

Seeing that the other party looked like him, the old man trembled all over, his hands were sore and his feet were sore, he really couldn't think of any resistance.

With a turn of his figure, it has turned into a black and sharp light, shooting out like a distance.

However, doing so is tantamount to being very stupid, even losing one's own talisman, once encountering an enemy attack, how can one have the slightest power to fight back?

Although he also had to...

The ghost head was extremely excited, exuding a more terrifying hostility all over his body, his entire head was wrapped in pale corpse fire, and he chased after him screaming.

After losing his talisman, the old man's speed dropped a lot. After a few breaths, he was overtaken by the other party. His eyes were full of panic. He knelt down and kowtowed in midair: "Senior, spare your life, senior, please forgive me. I would like to be a cow or a horse for you to drive..."

Before the words fell, they stopped abruptly. Guitou bit his throat with one bite. The other party's purpose was to practice kung fu with the monk's blood essence. Naturally, the words of this servant could not impress him.

After that, the flesh and blood all over his body also quickly disappeared, and the golden core was swallowed up, leaving only the bones that fell into the swamp, and after thousands of years, it would surely turn into a puddle of mud.

Roar!
The ghost head roared, turned around, and the magic mist rippled away, rolling the storage bags and magic weapons of the two monks, and flying back.

……

Besides, Lin Xuan, he and the monk surnamed Xin did not encounter any troubles along the way, and the corpse demon is not stupid. Sending the little ones to deal with the masters of the Nascent Soul stage can only be meat buns and dogs, and there will be no return!
About half an hour later, the two saw the small island in the center of the swamp.

It was in the shape of a crescent moon and was more than ten miles long. A gust of yin energy rushed towards his face. Lin Xuan raised his brows, and his eyes couldn't help showing a bit of ecstasy.

With such abundant yin qi, the yin meridian here is undoubtedly the best.

At last it was not in vain!

If the rumors are found to be wrong, Lin Xuan will just turn around and leave. If there is not enough benefit, a fool will fight the corpse demon in the Nascent Soul stage.

Lin Xuan has no interest in eliminating demons and defending Taoism.

The eyes of the monk surnamed Xin also showed joy and admiration, but soon his face turned livid.

Without him, ordinary people dare not venture into this small island!
Even though there is no purple mist covering the surroundings, it is because the poisonous mist here has become colorless and transparent, and it can hurt people more invisible.

Moreover, its toxicity has skyrocketed several times. It is not clear whether a master in the Nascent Soul stage can withstand it, but he certainly can't. Even if it has a poison-proof treasure, it will also be turned into a pile of bones.

Thinking of this, the monk surnamed Xin felt uneasy, for fear that Lin Xuan would drag him to break in with him.

Fortunately, this kind of worry is completely superfluous. Although Lin Xuan is not a good thing, he will not drag the other party to his death.

Of course, he would not let the other party go rashly.

The poisonous mist in front of him is not difficult for him.

Lin Xuan stretched out his hand and slapped it, a pill slipped out of his palm, and he handed it over with a smile.

"Senior, you are..." The monk surnamed Xin couldn't help but hesitated.

"Swallow it, and it will temporarily help you resist the poisonous mist." Lin Xuan spoke calmly, although his voice was not loud, but his tone could not be refuted.

"But..." The other party took the pill, and his expression changed several times in a row.

"Why, fellow daoist, can't you trust me?"

"No...don't dare."

The cultivator surnamed Xin gritted his teeth and swallowed the pill. As the saying goes, people have to bow their heads under the eaves. Facing the masters of the Yuanying stage, he really didn't dare to disobey him. It is expected that with the opponent's cultivation level, there is no need to plot As for himself, he was very worried about whether this elixir could resist the poisonous mist.

He could only take one step at a time, and flew into the small island with Lin Xuan.

The head was dizzy for a while, but the magic formula in the body was working, and this sad feeling disappeared immediately. The monk surnamed Xin felt relieved, and couldn't help but look at Lin Xuan next to him with admiration. He didn't know what kind of pill the other party gave him. , It actually has such a magical restraint effect on poisonous fog.

His little life was saved, and his confidence immediately grew. Maybe following this Nascent Soul stage old monster, he could have a safe journey in the end.

"Old Ancestor, the rotting corpse poison has no effect on them." In the large stone cave, the face of the young master of the Ning family showed a look of worry.

"Hmph, it's nothing. Since there are Nascent Soul stage masters among the other party, it is reasonable to be able to restrain this poisonous mist." The corpse demon grinned and said, but then, there was a trace of confusion in the blood-red eyes: " It’s just that this person’s realm is really strange.”

"Strange, why? Didn't you just say that he is the Nascent Soul Stage monster!"

"It was just now, but now that we are getting closer, he feels slightly different from those old monsters, like a Nascent Soul rather than a Nascent Soul..."

After hearing what the old ancestor said, the young master of the Ning family was at a loss. Fortunately, he didn't plan to delve into it, so he just ignored it.

"Hmph, no matter what, it's certain that this person has a high level of cultivation. After devouring his flesh and soul, I will definitely be able to advance successfully." The corpse demon's eyes shone fiercely, and the expression on his face became more ferocious: "Sun Son, you stay here and don't move, wait for the old man to meet those two guys who came from afar."

"Yes!" The young master of the Ning family bent down to salute, with a hint of flattery on his face: "I wish the ancestors success in flying the banner and success in no time."

(End of this chapter)