Lin Xuan first refined the corpse poison in the Blue Illusion Flame, and when he was fighting with the Qingyuan Corpse King, this demon flame devoured the opponent's corpse fire.

As an old monster in the clutch period, the flame cultivated by the Qingyuan Corpse King is not trivial, although the Blue Illusion Ghost Fire devours it, it has not been able to digest and fuse, and Lin Xuan must take action himself.

At this time, he sat cross-legged, his eyes closed, covered in blue glass, and there was a five-colored charm like Buddha's light on the top of his head.

Fold your hands and place them flat on your navel.

After a while, Lin Xuan's ten fingers clasped each other, and a turquoise flame emerged, which was only the size of a fist at first, but soon it was about the same as a person's head.

The color is also slightly different from before, in the center, there is a little more white color, that is, corpse fire, strictly speaking, it is only surrounded by the blue fantasy ghostly fire, far from refining and fusion.

Lin Xuan lowered his head slightly, his gaze swept over it, and then he showed a look of satisfaction.

The more ferocious and tenacious this corpse fire is, the more powerful the Blue Illusion Ghost Fire will be enhanced after refining it, there is no doubt about this.

Lin Xuan raised his hands, and the faint blue flame also floated forward, and then stopped in the distance of Lin Xuan's three zhang, and suspended quietly.

Then Lin Xuan's hands waved like butterflies piercing flowers, and one magic trick after another was played, and with a snort, the blue illusion fire suddenly skyrocketed.

However, what was even more unexpected was that the 10,000-year-old corpse fire actually broke free from the shackles and separated from it.

Of course, such a result was intentional by Lin Xuan.

Once the corpse fire was freed, it immediately flashed, turned into a white dragon, and flew forward with a whizz.

The dragon was small, only about an inch long. "Want to run?"

Lin Xuan showed a hint of ridicule on his face, and he didn't see any movement, and more than ten five-colored sword rays swam out of his sleeves.

This time, it didn't rise in the wind, and it was only an inch long, and it seemed to be slowly and quickly slashing forward. The speed is not fast, but it is surrounded on all sides, and the corpse fire has no place to escape. There was a hint of anxiety on the dragon's face. When Lin Xuan saw this scene, he couldn't help but shrink his pupils, could it be that this corpse fire was also psychic?

As we all know, everything can cultivate immortals, but Demon Yan has spiritual intelligence, and its difficulty is far from being comparable to that of demon beasts.

However, the human world is vast, and there are always few. For example, Lin Xuan's Blue Illusion Ghost Fire, after devouring the essence of the fire robbery, he had a little consciousness. Although only a little, it is already gratifying.

Lin Xuan not only practiced hard, but also liked to read a lot of books, and remembered that it was mentioned in a certain book that the spiritual fire of those great spiritual cultivators was extremely powerful, especially the most famous ones, all of which were self-aware.

If the Illusory Flame can fully activate the Psychic Spirit, its power will increase dramatically, and it can even be said to reach an incredible level.

At that time, it was not just a flame supernatural power, but should be called a spiritual pet.

This 10,000-year-old corpse fire also has a little consciousness, and the benefits of letting the blue phantom fire devour it are obviously greater than imagined.

Thinking of this, a hint of joy flashed on Lin Xuan's face, his right hand was raised, and he pointed forward: "Hurry!"

The sound of bang came into his ears, and those sword lights actually exploded by themselves, although Lin Xuan did not have advanced clutches, his cultivation powers in the past forty years had increased a lot compared to before.

Turning a sword into silk, those who can use this secret technique are generally clever sword cultivators, but Lin Xuan also did it, not only that, but he also turned the sword into silk, which was obviously more difficult than driving the magic weapon.

The sound of swishing was as dense as raindrops, and soon a large colorful net appeared in sight.

The light flickered, and it came down towards the corpse fire cover.

If it was an ordinary demon fire, there was a chance that it would only be able to tie its hands, but the corpse fire in front of him was already a psychic thing, so it was naturally different.

I saw that the dragon raised its head, and with a roar, it had transformed into a skeleton the size of a baby's fist.

Although it is smaller, it has a palpitating aura.

The sound of gurgling came to my ears, but it was the skeleton's mouth that began to chew up, unlike ordinary skeletons, this guy had its fangs exposed, and it looked extremely fierce.

"Poof......

Seeing that the net was already in front of him, the skeleton opened its mouth and spewed out a gray-black ball of light.

At first, it was only the size of a thumb, but it quickly skyrocketed, and the chair light net resisted, and for a while, the two sides competed to hold on.

Lin Xuan saw this scene in his eyes, the expression on his face was still calm and calm, he clasped his hands and spit out lightly: "Break."

Boom!

The sound of lightning and thunder came to my ears, and a hurricane swept by, and the light net burst unexpectedly.

For a while, the five-colored spiritual light flickered, and in the stone room, a ball of light with a diameter of about a foot was formed, completely engulfing the corpse fire.

When Lin Xuan saw this, his face was still not surprised or happy, but he just nodded forward with his hands. "Sickness. ”

A blue and harmonious glow shot away from the fingertips, swirling and flying slightly, turning into thunder beads, and all of them were submerged in the five-colored light cluster.

Suddenly, the roar was loud, and Lin Xuan was still offering the thunder beads out of the air.

In all fairness, the power of this explosion is not weak, if it weren't for Lin Xuan's unpredictable prophet, he would have already placed a ban on the surroundings, and the entire stone chamber would probably have turned into ruins.

The time for a meal passed quickly......

The light was overflowing, the sound of the explosion gradually subsided, Lin Xuan no longer sacrificed the thunder bead, but the expression on his face became more and more solemn compared to just now.

With a wave of his hands, one by one, the magic seals swept out, and then a pop came to his ears, like a young bird coming out of its shell, and the skull-sized fireball actually burst.

Instead, a foot-long firebird rose into the sky, spread its wings, and flew in front of Lin Xuan.

"Hurry!"

Lin Xuan pointed without hesitation, the bird raised its head and let out a clear sound, and the green light flashed all over its body, at this moment, the colorful light had completely disappeared, only a skull remained, but compared to just now, it was obviously much lighter, needless to say, it had suffered a heavy blow.

Lin Xuan's face showed a look of satisfaction, it would be much easier to refine the corpse fire in this state.

Seeing the firebird rushing closer, there was a hint of fear in his eyes, and he opened his mouth and spewed out a pillar of light.

But the blue fantasy phantom fire didn't dodge, and rushed up when the diameter was met.

Soon, the two collided together, silently, and then saw a ghostly light, a miserable white spiritual light, chasing each other in mid-air, entangled.

This process didn't last long, the Ten Thousand Years Corpse Fire was not an opponent in the first place, not to mention that at this moment, it had suffered a heavy blow, and it was soon engulfed again by the Blue Illusion Ghost Fire.

Whew, Lin Xuan breathed a sigh of relief, a magic trick was struck, and the spirit bird spread its wings and flew back and hovered above Lin Xuan's head.