Chapter 372: Chaos in Youzhou

Chapter 372: Chaos in Youzhou

Whoosh...

A flag flew back to Lin Xuan's hand, the mist surged for a while, and then it seemed to separate from the two sides, and the scene in the middle gradually became clear.

Lei Hong was startled, snorted, and took back the magic weapon of Fantian Seal.

A man and a woman came into view.

The man is about twenty, with ordinary appearance, the kind that can't be remembered even if thrown into the crowd, but his cultivation is not weak, and he has reached the stage of the early stage of condensing alchemy.

Lei Hong narrowed his eyes slightly, but soon he didn't take it seriously. The other party's face was pale and sluggish, and it seemed that his vitality had been greatly damaged.

Then he turned his gaze to the girl next to him, and with a sweep of his consciousness, Lei Hong's eyes suddenly burst into light of surprise.

This girl is actually a ghost body, and she obviously has the skill of ghost cultivation, and now she has reached the state of Dzogchen in the foundation building period.

This is a good ghost servant!

In the world of comprehension, it is far more rare than spirit beasts.

God favored me, this time I really picked up a treasure.

Overjoyed, Lei Hong looked at Lin Xuan more and more unkindly, and Senhan's murderous aura burst out faintly from all over his body.

If you want to snatch a ghost servant, you must first destroy its master.

Just as he was about to make a move, Lin Xuan turned his head and looked over, and said with a slight sarcasm: "Why, fellow daoist, you want to kill people and grab treasures without even asking me about my identity?"

"Hmph, what is there to ask, your Excellency has set up such a strange formation, of course, there is no doubt that it is a demon cultivator. The so-called inconsistency between good and evil, it is only natural for me to attack you."

"It's justified?" Lin Xuan sneered: "With a set of formations, how can you conclude that I am a demon cultivator, just an excuse to grab treasures, but it doesn't matter, since fellow Taoist wants to return to the West, I will send you a ride. "

Hearing Lin Xuan's words, Lei Hong couldn't help being stunned for a moment, feeling vaguely inappropriate, the other party's tone was so loud, of course, it can't be ruled out that he was bluffing.

"Your Excellency, you are not afraid that the wind will flash your tongue. You are a mere monk in the early stage of alchemy, and your vitality has been greatly weakened. How dare you speak to me like this?"

"Fellow Daoist, don't you believe me, just try it and you'll know!"

After Lin Xuan finished speaking, he patted on the storage bag, and a strand of green silk flew out, piercing towards the opponent with incredible speed.

"Flying needle magic weapon?"

Lei Hong's face changed slightly. This kind of flying needle magic weapon is extremely difficult to refine because of its small size, but it usually has special supernatural powers and extraordinary power.

What's more, what is in front of me is not an ordinary thing, but an ancient treasure handed down from the ancient times.

The ancient monks had great supernatural powers, and the treasures they sacrificed were often more powerful than the magic weapons of current monks.

However, there are not many ancient treasures. Most of the monks in the early stage of condensing core have never even seen them, let alone own them.

This young man is a rare ancient treasure of the flying needle type, how can Lei Hong not be shocked?

The contempt stopped, and Lei Hong opened his mouth as if he was facing an enemy, and sprayed out a short knife.

The knife was only one foot long, with a thick back and a thin blade, and countless strange runes engraved on the handle.

Lei Hong rubbed his hands together, injected a formula, and the short knife rang softly, turning into a ray of red light, and went away through the air.

In an instant, the sound of metal and iron clashing loudly, red light and green light, the fight was endless, and the surrounding spiritual energy fell like rain.

Lei Hong heaved a sigh of relief, as long as he could suppress the opponent's ancient treasure, a monk in the early stage of alchemy naturally had nothing to fear. He sneered, and was about to use other means, but Lin Xuan had already sacrificed the Xuanhuo Divine Bead .

"Hey, this is..."

Lei Hong's expression was stunned, and he carefully looked at the longan-sized bead on Lin Xuan's chest, and his face suddenly became cloudy.

It turned out to be another ancient treasure!

Who is this kid? Most of the monks in the later stage of congealing alchemy only have one ancient treasure. How can he...

Could it be that this kid is a descendant of a Nascent Soul stage old monster?

From the way Lin Xuan used the Bilin needle just now, Lei Hong couldn't tell that he was using the authentic Taoist magical skills. The rhetoric of the demon cultivator is naturally self-defeating, but he has no intention of stopping at all!

The original purpose was to kill people and grab treasures, but now that they have already started, how can they give up halfway, especially when they find out that Lin Xuan's identity may not be trivial, so they must do their best to kill him, otherwise there will be endless troubles.

Although Lin Xuan didn't know what the other party was thinking, he didn't need to think too much at all. Although helping Yue'er heal his injuries greatly damaged his vitality, but the purity of Lin Xuan's mana was far higher than that of monks of the same rank. It is still safe to kill such a monk Lin Xuan who is in the middle stage of congealing alchemy.

People don't attack me, and I don't attack others. Since the other party has ulterior motives, I will naturally fight back with ten times the strength.

The Xuanhuo divine orb hung high above his head, Lin Xuan snapped his fingers, and a ray of flame shot out from his fingers and flew into the orb.

A group of golden flames exploded, and the next moment it turned into a sea of ​​flames.

"Duh!"

Lin Xuan's voice was clearly audible. With the sound of his spell, dozens of bucket-thick giant pythons condensed from flames formed in the sea of ​​flames, and then roared like the opponent rushed over. The momentum was extremely astonishing. .

Lei Hong was also taken aback, but he quickly calmed down, slapped the storage bag, and he took out a set of scrolls.

The precious and important unfolding is actually an antique picture scroll.

The background is the sparkling sea, and between the sea and the sky, there is a dragon flying. No... no, it is not a dragon. Although the two are similar, there are still subtle differences. It should be an evil dragon.

"What's this?"

Lin Xuan showed confusion on his face. This thing didn't look like a magic weapon, but it was extremely agile. Could it be some kind of magical treasure of cultivation that he didn't know about.

Although he had never seen it before, let alone knew it, but for some reason, Lin Xuan vaguely felt that this thing looked familiar, as if it was related to something he had used before.

Lin Xuan's heart trembled, but he immediately put the doubts behind him, no matter who he is, let's kill this person first.

Thinking of this, Lin Xuan began to inject more mana into the Xuanhuo Divine Orb.

whoosh whoosh...

In addition to fire snakes, firebirds also took shape in the sea of ​​flames, with a wingspan of nearly two feet long, exactly like vultures.

"go!"

The Firebird croaked, followed the Fire Snake, and flew towards the opponent.

In the face of such a terrifying attack, Lei Hong turned a blind eye, and even showed a hint of arrogance on his face.

He held the picture scroll in front of his chest, and hit a spell on it.

The entire picture scroll trembled slightly, a layer of blue light emerged, and the terrifying spiritual power spread around it around it.

"What is this?"

In the sky, the spiritual power gathered together and turned into small liquid droplets visible to the naked eye, pouring into the scroll frantically.