Tempered Immortal

The second two hundred and thirty-five chapters

The thoughts in my mind turned, and the look on Lin Xuan’s face gradually calmed down. The spirit grass in the medicine king valley was determined to win, but the distance from the soul-eating magic fog was gone for ten years. In other words, he was fundamentally Don't worry, there is ample time to prepare for yourself.

Lin Xuan turned his head and looked at the face of the ghost. "You don't have to be too depressed. Lin will not always let you be a slave. You should know that there is time limit for distraction." As long as these two hundred years have passed, Lin will naturally return you free."

"Master is not lying to me?"

The ghosts of the heavens stayed, and then the face showed a ecstatic expression.

"Why, you don't believe me, do you still need me to make a vow to the heart?" Lin Xuan said half-jokingly.

"The master said that he is heavy, thank you for your great grace. You can rest assured that in the past two hundred years, the old slaves will be fully assisted. Although my body is lost, my knowledge is still there. The so-called old horse knows the way, with the help of the old slaves. For two hundred years, the owner will be able to satisfy his heart and soul.

"Well, as long as you do your best, Lin will certainly not speak."

Lin Xuan’s voice was introduced into his ear. His face was full of sincerity. He was not a lie. After two hundred years, he would return to the spiritual world. At that time, let the ghosts be slaves, there would be no What is the meaning.

Even if you don't give this promise, there is a deterrent of the stagnation, and the ghosts should not dare to start again. But if you do things, you will not be careful, but give him a thought. Different, as long as people have hope, the spirit will be very different.

In order to be able to regain his freedom, he must do his best in the past two hundred years, and he dare not have to carry it with him.

The joyful color on the face of Heavenly Ghosts also confirmed that Lin Xuan’s guess was correct. Lin Xuan still had a lot of experience in the technique of deaf people.

"What is your origin, should you be exposed to Lin?"

"What does the owner want to know?"

"Nothing specific, you just talk about your life." Lin Xuan waved his hand and did not care.

"Since the master asked, the old slaves dare to hide. I am not a demon who is born and raised in the sacred world. It was originally a human cultivator, and it came from the lower bound."

"Oh?" Lin Xuan's face showed a hint of unexpected color.

"This is a long time ago. The specific old slaves have been unclear, but at least there should be 100,000 years. Before the ascent, I was a seven-star island..."

"Seven Star Island Yunhai?" Lin Xuan, this is really a coincidence.

"What, is the master also flying the monk, and from the Seven Star Island Yunhai?" Tian Ghost is also somewhat surprised.

"This is not."

Lin Xuan shook his head: "I am a flying monk, but it is not from the Seven Star Island, but it is a coincidence. I used to go through the ancient transmission array and went there once..."

"It turns out that." The ghosts sighed and his face showed a little bit of nostalgia. The two men took a moment, and the ghosts continued to tell Lin Lin about his life.

There is nothing to hide in these, and at this moment, the ghosts of the gods are interested in please Lin Xuan, but they know nothing.

In a blink of an eye, half an hour has passed, and Lin Xuan has a general understanding of the history of the old monsters.

......

As time went by, the face of the ghosts of the ghosts gradually showed tiredness, and his soul loss was too much, and naturally it was inevitable that he was tired.

Lin Xuan’s sleeves glanced, and a box of wooden boxes flew out.

The ghosts of the gods suddenly opened their eyes, and the breath that the wooden box exudes has an endless appeal to him.

Two eyes stared at each other, from the bottom of the bottom of the skull, bursting out of excitement. After a while, there was some uncertainty about the opening: "This treasure, is it said that... is the refining of the soul wood? ”

Rescuing the soul of the wood, as the name suggests, has a nourishing effect on the soul of the gods. If the monk loses his body, or the soul is severely damaged, this thing can be a treasure of life.

Since Lin Xuan has stepped into the cultivation of the immortal world, he has killed countless monks. This soul-raising wood was unintentionally obtained by him. He has been idle in the storage bag. He did not expect it to come in handy at this moment.

"Does the owner take out this thing, is it for me?"

"Yes, as long as you take good care of me, Lin will never treat you badly." Lin Xuan smiled into the ear and opened the wooden box.

Affirmative answers, the natural ghosts will not hesitate, and they will get into it.

"啪", Lin Xuan closed the lid, the smile on his face disappeared, and he generously took out the soul-raising wood, of course, not for the ghosts.

It is a stone two birds policy.

Once the old guy is still dead, otherwise the plan in front of him, or not, the water is drifting away, the so-called old horse knows the way, this old monster, there is great use of value.

Before that, of course, we must find a way to let it survive.

Secondly, this soul-raising wood has a good nourishing effect on the soul, and it can also shield the voyeuristic detection of the gods. In other words, to install him in this soul-building wood, he is equal to the scorpion, even in himself. On the side of the body, I also want to spy on myself to be a little secret.

Lin Xuan did things but decided to move, even if there was already a ban on the soul, it was still unreasonable. After all, there were too many secrets that I couldn’t see, and the blue star is also good, and the five dragons are worthy of exposure. Will lead to the disaster of killing.

Be careful not to be wrong!

The precautionary measures were done so well, Lin Xuan was still not good enough to stop, the palm of his hand turned over, and a forbidden symbol was greeted again. Lin Xuan put it on the surface of the wooden box, and then put it back to the waist.

Heavenly ghosts have been conquered, Lin Xuan turned his head and looked at the heavens and axe.

As the treasure of the peak monk of the distraction period, the power of this axe is absolutely no small feat.

Lin Xuan raised his right hand, and this treasure seemed to be pulled by what force, and he flew up and fell into his hands.

Lin Xuan stretched out his hand, closed his eyes, and released his knowledge. The guess was correct. There was a mark of God's identity left by the ghost.

In general, it is still very difficult to erase it. After all, Lin Xuan’s knowledge is stronger than the average same-level cultivator, but the other party is too high in his realm. It is impossible to match, and the two are not an order of magnitude at all.

However, at this moment, Lin Xuan did not have such troubles. Without him, the ghosts of the gods had already been banned by themselves. With this help, there is no difficulty in erasing the gods.

Lin Xuan made a lawsuit, and the treasure floated slowly. Then Lin Xuan opened his mouth and spewed out the baby fire. He began to refine the above-mentioned gods' mark.