v3 Chapter 345： Photoscope

Chapter 345 Spiritual Mirror

It’s unclear how big this guy is in front of him, but it’s astounding because of its tenacious vitality, and it’s still alive after millions of years.

At this moment, it broke through the ban, naturally it is to find two people to take revenge.

"There is nothing to do with the ins and outs, humans are all dead."

In the eyes of the demon, the red awns flashed, and the violent gas rushed out. The middle part of the skull spurted a group of egg-sized blood.

Li Yaotian was shocked and hurriedly sacrificed his own life, and Wang Hu did not dare to neglect. He reached out and the brush was equally brilliant, hovering overhead.

Bixian array also returned to Lin Xuan's side.

The demon's eyes flashed a hint of ridiculous color, the blood suddenly swelled up, divided into three, each of them became a strange magic weapon, both like a spear, and a bit like Ge, it should be a million years ago It is.

Lin Xuan's pupils shrink slightly, mixing their own blood and spiritual power into a magic weapon. This kind of magical power, not to mention the comprehension, is the magical method of the magic repair, compared with it, it has become a small witch.

The demon family is really famous, it seems that you should be careful.

Seeing the blood-red magic weapon flew to himself, Li Yaotian and Wang Hu quickly rushed to the law, and ran the flying sword and the brush to greet them.

Lin Xuan is also trying to drive the Bixian array to meet the enemy, but suddenly feels that the surrounding aura is a little strange, not too careful, Lin Xuan's foot force, almost conditioned reflexes.

A red thumb of a thumb is as lightning fast, passing by, slamming, and wearing a small hole in the stone wall next to it.

Lin Xuan only felt that the scalp was numb, and if it was not his own, it was almost a slap!

Lin Xuanxin had a lingering look back, but found the red mans and illegally smashed Dongdong. It is a blood red tentacle.

A single hit, quickly retracted into the soil.

It is no wonder that the demon is actually letting Li Yaotian explain the ins and outs of the matter. It turns out that it is setting a trap and wants to invite it.

The attack just now was to attract the attention of the three people. Lin Xuan looked gloomy and turned back, and a **** smell floated into the nose.

Li Yaotian bowed his head and looked at the tentacle piercing his chest. The face is full of unwillingness.

He was a master of the condensate, and he was so inexplicably hung up.

Unwillingness is full of chest, he has blood and deep hatred, so he walked, and under the Jiuquan, how to see the ancestors of Huo Lingmen.

There was a bitter smile on the corner of the mouth, and the **** body fell to the ground, feeling that the strength was being quickly taken away from the body.

What ambitions. What the grand picture, at this moment, is classified as dust.

"啪", the tentacle pumped back, and together with his 100-year-old Jin Dan also rolled away.

The blood in the mouth of Li Yaotian spurted out and fell heavily. The death is not eye-catching, and on the other side, Wang Hu’s ending is the same.

The tentacle put Jin Dan into his mouth, and the demon screamed for a while. The skin of the whole body is red as if it were to drop blood.

Then it looked up and looked at Lin Xuan poorly.

The boy was able to escape, and there was something that surprised him.

However, the kid in the early days of the condensate, he did not look at it, humans, all damn.

Lin Xuan did not speak, and the hatred between humans and demons could not be resolved in a few words. Since it has been met, there is only one battle.

Lin Xuan took a shot on the storage bag and sacrificed the falling snow sword.

At the same time, a large sleeve, a happy fan also flew above his head, a layer of blue mask released.

The ripples in the sky are now appearing, and the moon is holding the konjac, which appears in front of Lin Xuan.

However, this is not all the means of Lin Xuan. In the palm of my hand, I suddenly had a quaint mirror.

"Photographing the mirror. Who is the ancestor of the spirit?"

Lin Xuan's series of actions have made the demon a bit stunned. In the district, a self-cultivator of the condensate period, where there are so many means and treasures, when he touched the treasure mirror in his hand, his face changed greatly, and a trace of grievance was revealed in his eyes.

Lin Xuan’s heart is moving. This photo mirror is the treasure that he obtained from the ancient remains of Qingye Mountain. The treasure left by the Yuan Ying period monk, who is the original owner, Lin Xuan is not clear, can listen to the demon’s tone. Have you ever suffered from this treasure?

Lin Xuan sneered, naturally no mood to explain as the other side, raised his left hand, injecting spiritual power from the palm of his hand, suddenly, spewed more than ten fist-sized **** of light from the mirror, whistling like the other side to kill.

The demon saw this, the expression on his face became solemn and extreme, and the three heads turned at the same time. The blood basin opened wide, and the same blood was sprayed from the inside.

The two touched each other and suddenly burst open.

The thick **** smell spreads out in the air. The blood is like a cowhide, wrapped around the black light that is sprayed out of the mirror. Soon, the colors of the two fade together, and they are destroyed together. It is.

Seeing this scene, Lin Xuan's eyebrows, could not help but shrouded a layer of haze.

After getting these pieces of ancient treasures in the Aoba Mountain, he has all studied it in detail.

Don't talk about it for the time being, the power of this lens can definitely be called the sky.

Once it is entangled by the light spurts it spurts, whether it is a magic weapon or a monk itself, the spiritual power will pass by a lot, and this feature also makes the general five-line spells, when faced with this black light group, has no use at all. It’s all ruined.

These **** light can actually be the same as the absorbing spirit group, but it is somewhat unexpected that Lin Xuan expected.

On the contrary, when the demon saw this result, he was greatly relieved. In the ancient times, it had played against the ancestors of the spirits, and the result was a big loss. If you did not use the secret method of self-damaging real yuan, I am afraid Even a small life will be sent there!

For the power of this treasure, it is still fresh in memory and chilling.

Fortunately, this young boy, repaired as still shallow, the power of this treasure, but can play two or three layers only, but even so, it does not dare to entangle with Lin Xuan.

The reincarnation blood group that I used just now is a big one.

The first time they played against each other, it was said that they were equally divided. After Lin Xuan’s eyes were cold, he again injected the mana from his left hand into the ancient mirror.

Even if the other party's blood group is not small, how can he see how much mana he has to drive this magical power.

Even if it is consumed, it will be consumed.

Lin Xuan has his own plans. The demon is not prepared for the wishful thinking. Six arms are waving up and down, and the muttering spell is resounding.

After the words, Lin Xuan couldn't understand a syllable, perhaps the language of the ancient times.

Seeing the other side's action, Lin Xuan did not panic to drive the mirror, and the right hand extended, slamming the top of the sword.

After a clear singer, the falling clouds and snow swords are mixed with endless chills, rushing toward the other side.