Ling tripod

"Bang!"

Blood splashed, and a blue beam of light shot out from Qinglang's finger, directly piercing Jin Jiyuan's head. A palm-sized golden man flew out of Jin Jiyuan's body, and it was his natal Nascent Soul!

"Want to run?"

Qing Lang shouted coldly, and two cyan light beams shot out of his eyes, directly blasting Jin Jiyuan's natal soul into powder!

Jin Jiyuan, who was on the twelfth level of the Nascent Soul Stage, died!

The three people in Shui Da were seriously injured by Qinglang before, but they were not dead yet. Each of them barely managed to control the treasure and looked at Qinglang from a distance. They were desperate in their hearts. They didn't even dare to run because they knew that if they could escape, The action will be killed immediately.

"Kid, it's your turn now!"

Qinglang turned to look at Chu Yan with disdain for the ants in his voice.

"Whoosh!"

The speed was too fast. At the moment when the words were spoken clearly, without giving Chu Yan any time to think, he appeared in front of Chu Yan, and a palm suddenly hit him.

At this moment, Chu Yan's body was imprisoned under Qingming's pressure. He could not move at all. He could only watch the palm with a killing blow blast towards him. He was so powerful that he was infinitely close to the stage of becoming a god. In front of him, Chu Yan was so small.

"Whoever touches my master will die!"

The strongest soul oppression of the Great Perfection in the Yuanying stage of the Lingding was instantly released!

"Oh? A Dzogchen Nascent Soul? So what?"

There was a playful look on Qinglang's lips, and his whole body shook. The pressure brought by the Lingding instantly dissipated, and this palm was printed directly on Chu Yan.

Just when Chu Yan was crazy about fighting and was about to transform into a purple demon, Lingding was about to be forced to use his methods:

"Buzz!"

A piece of cyan light suddenly burst out in front of Chu Yan's chest. These cyan rays formed countless complicated demon patterns. The cyan light curtain formed by these demon patterns directly collided with Qing Lang's palm.

"Bang!"

Qinglang was pushed four or five steps by the shock, and then he stabilized his figure. Seeing the astonishment in Chu Yan's eyes, he blurted out: "Zhan Clan? Are you from the Zhan Clan?"

At this time, a cyan jade pendant floated out from Chu Yan's clothes, and it shone with dazzling cyan light. Needless to say, the cyan light curtain before was emitted by it, and it was the cyan light curtain that blocked the clear light that could kill Nascent Soul. The palm of a twelve-level strongman.

This jade pendant was given to Chu Yan by Bai Ruolan, but she didn't expect it to be of great use at this time.

"No, you are definitely not from the War Clan. How come you have the War Clan's heritage token?"

Qinglang's eyes were full of astonishment. Because he had refined the remnant soul of the ancient demon and merged it with the inherited demon body, Qinglang had inherited memories of the affairs between the Qingyao and the Zhan clan. The Qingyao clan was the guardian sacred beast of the Zhan clan. A child of the War Clan will be accompanied by a green demon when he reaches adulthood.

And that jade pendant is the inherited token of the War Clan. With this jade pendant, all the green demons must be at his disposal!

"I remembered!"

Chu Yan suddenly realized that when he entered the central hall, he looked at the Qinglin strange beast and felt that it looked familiar. At this time, Chu Yan remembered that he had entered Bai Ruolan's spiritual world when he was at the statue of the wild god, and he had witnessed Bai Ruolan. Fighting against many strong men, Bai Ruolan's sword was wrapped around the shadow of an alien beast, and that alien shadow was the Qinglin alien beast.

And in the last scene, those people in Tianzhou called Bai Ruolan the war clan!

"No matter who you are, you are going to die!"

Qinglang roared in anger, and then struck out with a palm, but at the same time as he struck out, the instinct of the blood flowing in his body began to stop it, and the palm that was swung out stopped in mid-air.

This is the instinct in the blood. This is Qing Yao's promise to the Zhan clan in the ancient times. Chu Yan has the Zhan clan's inherited jade pendant in his hand, so Qing Lang cannot kill Chu Yan. Unless Qing Lang gives up this inherited demon body, but if he gives up This inherited demon body, just a natal soul, would definitely not be Chu Yan's opponent.

"No, your soul has been refined to the fifth level, why do you still interfere with my actions!"

Qinglang yelled and wanted to attack Chu Yan, but no matter what kind of attack it was, it would be difficult to attack Chu Yan at this time. This was something he could not change.

Shui Da San Lao's eyes were filled with astonishment. What method did Chu Yan use to make it difficult for a cultivator who had cultivated to the heavens to do anything?

Zhou Feng also froze there and said: "Elder brother, what's wrong with you?"

And at this moment, a sudden change occurred:

"Ah, Qingyan, since I can't refine your soul, then I will merge with your soul and let your soul have my shadow. From now on, I am you and you are me!"

"Qingying, what do you want to do?"

"Merge, there will be no more twin souls from now on, our sisters will become one!"

"No!"

I saw that the demon patterns that Chu Yan had placed on the body of the female corpse in Tsing Yi dissipated in an instant, and then the female corpse in Tsing Yi shook violently, and her entire aura surged!

"Yinger!"

"Yan'er!"

Zhou Feng and Qing Lang both roared.

At this moment, the green-clothed female corpse finally calmed down, and her entire aura changed drastically, turning into a mixture of indifference and coldness.

There is a hint of chill in her face, and this temperament is the combination of Qingying and Qingyan!

He turned to look at the crowd.

"Yinger!"

Zhou Feng shouted with great anxiety.

"I'm not Qingying!"

There was a bit of coldness in the voice of the female corpse in green, but it was not that bone-chilling coldness.

"Yan'er!"

Qinglang shouted with a happy face.

"I'm not Qingyan!"

The female corpse in green said in a calm voice again.

Everyone was stunned, what is going on? Are the two souls really completely integrated? Transformed into a new individual?

"My name is Qing Yanying! From now on I am alone!"

The green-clothed female corpse looked at the crowd again with a calm voice.

"Ah, no!"

Suddenly, the skin of the green-robed woman's corpse squirmed, and she roared with a ferocious expression. Her skin was aging at a speed visible to the naked eye, and wrinkles appeared one after another.

Qingyan and Qingying have been fighting for seven hundred years, and their respective souls have consumed a lot of power. This makes it even worse for the two of them, whose souls are already incomplete. In order to ensure that their cultivation is not lost due to the incompleteness of their souls, Qingying uses the demon pattern formation to In the inheritance, a demon pattern formation called blood sacrifice was found.

This method is to absorb the flesh, blood, flesh and blood of other cultivators to make up for the incompleteness of one's own soul, gain vitality and restore cultivation.

But now the fusion of the two souls consumes too much flesh, blood, energy, and is directly drained. At this time, they will age to death immediately.

"ah……"

Qing Yanying's body trembled violently, and her skin shriveled up quickly. With a wave of her hand, the Black Shark King who had been hiding in a corner after being rescued by Chu Yan was directly wrapped in a burst of demon patterns!

Qing Yanying held the Black Shark King's neck with one hand, and saw that the remaining life source in the Black Shark King's shriveled body was rapidly draining away!

"No, I don't want to die..."

The Black Shark King had no resistance at all. He was sucked dry amidst the screams and turned into a white skeleton.

The bones fell to the ground, but at this time Qing Yanying's skin had only slowed down the rate of dryness and was still aging!

His eyes searched and fell on Chu Yan, and he said coldly: "Kid, I'll take your body!"

At this time, Qing Yanying was not Qing Yan, so she naturally no longer thought about Chu Yan's previous rescue of her. In her opinion, Chu Yan's life source was huge and his strength was the weakest, so he was naturally the best target to attack.

"Boy, you have the War Clan jade pendant, you can command that Qinglin beast!"

Chu Yan's face froze. At the critical moment, the voice of Lingding suddenly sounded in Chu Yan's heart.

"Qinglang, protect me!"

Chu Yan shouted coldly with a commanding tone.

Although Qing Lang was unwilling at this time, there was an instinct to protect Chu Yan in his blood, and his body flashed past Chu Yan uncontrollably, blocking Chu Yan.

"boom!"

Qing Lang's palm met with the palm of the female corpse in green who had turned into an old woman with gray hair and wrinkles on her face.

The strength of the female corpse in green was greatly reduced at this time. How could it be the opponent of a peerless powerhouse like Qing Lang? She was directly shocked by the blow and flew out with blood vomiting from the mouth.

A trace of unbearability flashed in Qinglang's eyes, but then it disappeared. The person in front of him was no longer his sweetheart!

"No, I don't want to die, I don't want to die!"

The female corpse in green was flying at high speed, her body became more and more decayed, her gray hair kept falling, and she let out a miserable and old scream.

"Yinger, no matter what you become, my heart will always belong to you!"

At this time, a soft man's voice sounded in the ears of the green-clothed female corpse.

The next moment, the green-clothed female corpse that had transformed into an old woman was caught in a strong embrace. At this moment, the green-clothed female corpse looked at this person. The original ruthlessness between this person's brows had long since disappeared, and turned into tenderness.

"Zhou Feng, you..."

At this moment, Qingying's soul broke free from the fused soul of the female corpse in Qingyi, and a somewhat cold voice of emotion came from her mouth. Tears could not stop flowing from her eyes, sliding down from her wrinkled face. And down.

"Needless to say, Ying'er, you are the only person I love in this life. I will sacrifice everything for you. As for this humble life, if you like it, take it too!"

Zhou Feng gently wiped the tears on the old face, not caring about the old appearance of the person in front of him, and still said tenderly. The next moment, he bit off his index finger and stuffed it into the mouth of the green-clad female corpse.

"Uh... no..."

As the warm blood flowed down the blood vessels, the tears of the female corpse in green gushed out like a flood from a dam...