Immortal Master Invincible

Chapter 636

In the void, a cold but extremely beautiful face was quietly looking at the Xiaonan's villa below.

The blood-colored formation above does not have a strong shielding function, it is just a simple defense, and it is mainly used to prevent the escape of magic energy or some residual spirits.

As for external protection, it basically depends on the blood demon who presides over the formation.

A pair of smart pupils on a cold face glanced at Wa Tiehua, and his eyebrows were slightly raised: "This guy seems to be quite courageous, I really think I won't change my mind!"

With a soft snort, those pupils narrowed slightly, as if there was a light flickering, a faint but golden light appeared above those pupils, and looking down, it seemed that nothing could stop her from prying generally.

"This guy has a lot of good things"

Just after taking a look, there was a hint of surprise on the cold face, and he murmured: "This gossip magic weapon for refining demons also looks like a broken magic weapon, but its power is quite weak. It should be a magic weapon. Disk core defect!"

"That pure thunder, if it can't be emitted by this thing, then what kind of treasure is hidden on this guy?"

On the cold face, the color of curiosity became more and more intense.

People were watching from above, while Fang Xiaonan was also nervously busy below.

In the middle of the seven-star soul-sacrificing lamp, Fang Xiaobei was still lying quietly.

Fang Xiaonan was sitting on the side, two feet in front of him, the Jiugong Eight Diagrams plate was slowly rotating, and clusters of spiritual light rose from the plate, trapping the thumb-sized magic spirit beads in the center.

And imitating Xiaonan's hands gently protecting the surrounding of the aura, a layer of tiny electric sparks between the hands, forming a non-stop flickering ball.

The spiritual light of the Jiugong Bagua plate eroded and squeezed fiercely towards the magic pearl in the middle, and strands of mixed magic energy was forced out, and then purified by the electric flower.

Originally, if the soul is missing, there is basically nothing to make up for it. After all, the soul is the most wonderful thing, it is the foundation of human beings; if it is gone, there is naturally no spiritual thing to make up for it.

Only this Heavenly Demon Demon Spirit can be used to repair it because Xiaobei's soul is integrated into it without rejection!

The origin of the extraterrestrial demons is miraculous and pure. It is formed by absorbing countless souls and souls from a ray of quintessential demonic thoughts. It contains countless emotions and six desires. These countless distracting thoughts are the most terrifying.

Therefore, it is necessary to remove all the demonic energy transformed by these distracting thoughts, and only this little bit of pure devilish thoughts can be used to make up for Xiaobei's lack of one soul and two souls.

Time passed by, Fang Xiaonan still closed his eyes slightly, and the electric sparks flashed in his hand, the magic pearl gradually became smaller and smaller, and finally it was only the size of a mung bean, floating quietly in the nine palaces On the gossip plate.

The remaining one is pure black and breathless, like a black hole, as if even light is being sucked into it.

"Huh!" Looking at this purified demon spirit bead, Fang Xiaonan let out a long sigh of relief, let go of his heart that had been tightly hanging, and finally purified the demon spirit to its purest form.

Since that person hasn't made a move yet, he probably won't stop him, or he has other ideas about the magic orb.

Otherwise, this period of time will be the best time for the opponent to make a move.

Looking at Fang Xiaobei lying in the soul lamp, and at the magic pearl floating on the Jiugong Eight Diagrams card, Fang Xiaonan was silent for a moment, and then tapped lightly.

The magic pearl floated up lightly, followed his fingers, and tapped towards Xiao Bei's forehead.

It's just that when the finger was two inches away from Xiaobeimei's spiritual platform, it suddenly stopped again; just as he was hesitating, a voice sounded: "Are you really thinking about it?"

"If you continue at this point, you will have no regrets. Once there is a problem, you can either kill him or guard him for the rest of your life; He faces everyone, even the entire spiritual practice!"

The cold voice rang in his ears, and he didn't seem surprised, but after being silent for a while, he tapped his fingers gently without any hesitation.

The magic spirit bead the size of mung bean, like a fish entering the water, instantly merged into the altar and disappeared.

Fang Xiaobei, who had been silent all this time, opened his eyes in an instant, and with his hands clenched, he was about to sit up; Fang Xiaonan flicked his finger lightly, and said softly: "Town!"

The seven green lanterns that were originally silent, the bean-sized flames suddenly stretched towards the middle, and a layer of faint green light shrouded towards the imitation Xiaonan in the middle.

Covered by the green light, Brother Fang secretly rolled his eyes, and lay down on the ground again, but trembling all over his body, as if he wanted to struggle, he got up again.

And the elongated flame also slowly returned to its position, but it was no longer the size of a soybean, but became slender. In the air, it swayed from side to side automatically without wind.

"The soul returns here, the soul returns to the original, and Mo Lixi goes, my blood suppresses the spirit!"

Following Xiaonan's soft scolding, a drop of blood popped out from the index finger of his right hand, and fell on the altar that was imitating Xiaobei.

This drop of blood, like a red bead, rolls gently on the brow and soul platform, congealing and not dispersing.

With this drop of blood dripping down, Fang Xiaobei finally stopped trembling, and regained his first calmness.

"The town is full for 49 days!"

The cold voice slowly rose again: "If there is no change within 49 days, the matter will be stable for the time being; if there is any discrepancy, I will naturally not tolerate him!"

Hearing these words, imitating Xiao Nan bowed his head and fell silent for a while, then said slowly, "Thank you!"

However, there was no response to the cold voice after that, only Fang Xiaonan sat cross-legged beside the soul lamp silently, watching the blood drop on Fang Xiaobei's eyebrows, rolling
On the top of the west mountain, there is a huge rock, and Yang Zheng sits cross-legged and lowers his eyes.

In front of him was a small tea tray, a pot of tea and two cups, as if waiting for someone.

The mountain wind was blowing gently, as if the guests hadn't come yet, but Yang seemed in no hurry, just sitting there, waiting leisurely.

Suddenly, in front of him, a figure gently appeared, kneeling and sitting down in front of him very orthodoxly.

Of course, it wasn't necessarily because she was wearing a short skirt!
"I've seen the guard!" The girl had a cold face and gently cupped her hands.

Na Yang also smiled slightly, cupped his hands and said with a smile: "I have met Shang Xiu!"

"Please use tea!"

"it is good!"

The girl reached out to pick up the teacup, took a sip, her face showed a little strange color, after a little aftertaste, a faint smile appeared on her cold face, she nodded and said: "Good tea!"

"Thank you for the compliment from the landlord!" Na Yang smiled softly, "It's not easy to produce some good tea because of the filthy cultivation. It's a great honor to be praised by the landlord!"

(End of this chapter)