Yan Ling fantasy world

Beside the intensely hot Fire Purgatory, Di Mo and Jian Xin had both woken up. Looking at Yan Ling'er and Ye Qingyao who were still meditating in front of them, their faces were filled with smiles. After a short rest, the flame power in Yan Mansion

The soul is now quite full, and the combat power has reached its peak level.

"Eh...why hasn't Lord Yan woke up yet?" Jian Xin asked with confusion on his side, looking at Yan Ling'er who showed no signs of waking up.

In the previous battle in the tunnel, he held on. Although he mainly relied on swordsmanship, the flame power soul in the Yan Mansion was also depleted. Now, he has recovered all of them. Before, Yan Ling'er just ran away, and the flame power soul

Is the loss even more than one point?

If this is the case, it can only be said that his strength is too weak. Also like this, Kenshin couldn't help but ask curiously.

Jian Xin's doubts were also the doubts in Di Mo's heart. He looked at the young man in front of him. The latter's breath was well-proportioned. The previous recovery speed of the middle stage of Na Yuan Realm has been completely converged at this moment. It just stayed at the speed of the early stage of Na Yuan Realm. This phenomenon is obviously not good.

It's too normal, and it's because Yan Ling'er didn't do his best.

"Could it be that this kid is doing something else?"

Di Mo, who frowned slightly, turned and looked at Ye Qingyao aside again. The latter's ability to absorb flame spirits was still in the middle stage of the Nayuan Realm, but from the latter's aura, it was obvious that it had become stable, which was obviously a precursor to the recovery of strength.

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"This is how it should be!"

Di Mo murmured to himself after walking slowly for a moment, then turned and focused his sight on the Fire Purgatory again. He did not answer what Jian Xin said, but his appearance seemed a bit arrogant, which made him

On the side, Kenshin touched his nose awkwardly. The latter, after all, was in the ninth level of Fangjing, so his attitude was acceptable.

In desperation, he also turned his attention to the Fire Purgatory.

In Yan Ling'er's Yan Mansion, a spiritual consciousness looked down at the flame soul in the body. After a short rest, the flame soul had been restored to its original state, and the bright flame soul light looked particularly bright. Not only that, but also after resting,

Yan Ling'er also increased the number of flame souls in his body to 2,990. If it weren't for the purpose of consolidating his foundation, he would probably have reached the third stage of breaking through the realm at this moment.

"Jingyan, is this kind of practice too harsh?"

After several days of hard work, Yan Ling'er has already felt the solidification of the soul of fire in his body. The same is true. Breakthrough has long been his goal these days. However, whenever he wants to break through in one fell swoop, he is directly blocked.

Xue Jingyan suppressed it.

In desperation, the flame soul in his body is now solidified only by his own absorption speed of the real flame spirit.

"What do you know? Due to the ancient foreign palace and the Buddha Spirit Art, the flame soul in your body condensed very quickly. This kind of training is certainly fast for improving your strength, but it makes you less affinity towards the flame spirit.

, it becomes a straight downward trend. How can we ensure that our strength will improve later with such training?"

In the sea of ​​consciousness, Xue Jingyan scolded Yan Ling'er's soul, as if she was educating a child, so that Yan Ling'er had no choice but to poke her head.

Even though he was born with the Ancient Foreign Palace, the improvement in strength he brought was also his own, which was not bad. However, after all, the Futu Lingjue was an external force, which made it easier for Yan Ling'er to improve his strength, and also made him forget to practice to a certain extent.

The difficulty of training, so to speak, has indeed neglected the cultivation of flame affinity.

But this kind of affinity has always been relied on by oneself, just like in ancient times. He has never heard that the Flamer can practice or improve in some way. For a moment, Yan Ling'er didn't know what to do and asked instead: "Jingyan, you

Is there a way to increase the affinity with flame spirits?"

Listening to what he said, it seemed like he had something to say.

"It's not impossible to improve the affinity..."

Jingyan's words just landed, which immediately aroused Yan Ling'er's joy. Just as he was about to speak, a familiar fox claw struck, hitting the soul, causing Yan Ling'er's complexion to change immediately. The change in Yan Ling'er's expression, who was still meditating, also attracted

Jian Xin and Di Mo paid attention, but the former's expression became calmer, which reassured them both.

"Master Yan, what's going on?"

There is no answer, just like the calm above the fire purgatory, but it is unknown what kind of evil situation is contained in the mysterious operation below.

"You are really good at dreaming. If your affinity can be improved through practice, wouldn't this fantasy world be turned upside down?"

The realization after the pain is clear after all. In such a situation, Yan Ling'er also knows the meaning of Xue Jingyan's words. Giving up the Buddha Spirit Art, not moving to the ancient foreign palace, and relying on his own truth to absorb the flame spirit will make himself more powerful.

In order to clearly feel the changes between the surrounding heaven and earth, only in this way can we understand the artistic conception of heaven and earth.

Isn't this what the Supreme Realm needs to work hard for? The smoother the road ahead, once setbacks are encountered, it may become unattainable. Only by being down-to-earth and relying on help later will it become simpler.

Yan Ling'er, who has a soul that lasts ten thousand years, realized in an instant that the absorption speed of Yanling became even slower. Although he was still in the early stage of Nayuan Realm, Jiechen who stayed in Yanfu was longer.

It is much thicker and thicker.

"Huh? Is it slower? No? Not slower?"

Seeing the strange changes in Yan Ling'er's aura, Wai Yi Di Mo also said that he clearly felt that Yan Ling'er's absorption speed was a bit slower, but the real situation was completely different from just now, and there was no real slowdown.

This made him feel quite strange, but his words fell into Jian Xin's ears, and a smile appeared on his face.

"Boy, why are you laughing?"

Seeing Jian Xin's strange smile, Di Mo frowned and asked in disgust.

Kenshin's smile widened even more when he heard this and said: "So you don't know either!"

Not saying it was okay, without stopping, I saw the pressure of the flame spirit beside Di Mo being released instantly, and the strength of the ninth level of Fangjing went straight towards the heart of the sword. It was clear that he was planning to give him a blow. He was familiar with it, and at this time

, Ye Qingyao’s voice suddenly sounded.

"Ahem...Old Di, if you know it, you know it, if you don't know it, you don't know it, it's not a big deal!"

The girl held the green flute in her hand, looking harmless, and said seriously. It was just his title, but it was more like calling him "brother". The sword heart that had just felt the pressure and stopped laughing suddenly erupted again, saying

Wild waves of laughter hovered above the fiery purgatory.

Listening to the voice, the gloom on his face became even thicker, but when he saw the latter's harmless appearance, as if she could be his daughter Ye Qingyao, Di Mo just snorted and walked around the walls indifferently.

, and walked away lightly.

"Sister, I didn't expect that even a strong man like Master Di is your little brother!"

Di Mo's angrily leaving immediately made Jian Xin feel much more relaxed. After all, the pressure of the flame spirit that was released to the ninth level was not easy to bear. The same was true, which made him make a clearer judgment about the "Old Di" he just said.

That's "brother".

Hearing this, Ye Qingyao's expression turned strange.

"No wonder you're so angry, hahaha..."

Daodao's smile appeared again after Jianxin.

In the Gu Corrosion Demon Palace, in another dark and dense forest of ancient trees, there are tombs all over the ground. Countless strange races with skeletons around them are constantly gathering towards the center of the tombs, as if they are looking for their own prey.

, and the scene here is indeed strange and has never appeared in the light curtain above the Gu Erosion Demon Palace.

In the center of the tomb, a petite girl was holding a giant bone several feet tall in her hands. In the center of the skeleton, a golden light shone all around, giving the dark tomb a little life.

On her side, Leng Yan in Tsing Yi was flashing his huge wings, looking warily at the strange species that were surrounded by skeletons. There were scars everywhere on his body, obviously from the battle, he had been injured.

"Giggle... I didn't expect that this is a garbage place, but there is really blood, so this trip is worth it!"

Looking at the golden light in the skeleton raised in her hand, there was a rare trace of pride on the girl's face. Beside her, Qing Yi Leng Yan looked at the skeleton. There was also a little bit of pride on the animal face.

Anticipation and excitement.

One person and one beast, they are Long Ting and Qing Yi Leng Yan.

"Dragon Clan, this is the supreme tomb of the Xuanfeng Demon Royal Clan. If you don't give up, don't blame us for being rude!"

Just as Long Ting was laughing wildly in front of him, in front of many strange creatures with skeletons, a creature with a skeleton several feet tall actually made a human voice and warned Long Ting in front of him, as if it was an act of great disrespect to the latter.

Ultimatum.

However, what the skeleton said fell on Long Ting's ears, but it had no effect at all. The latter looked at the countless skeletons in front of him with disdain, and slowly stretched out his fleshy palms to directly grasp the golden light.

, and then moved towards the delicate red lips.

Finally, while the skeletons were stunned, they swallowed it in one gulp.

"I won't give up, what can you do to me?"

After swallowing the golden blood essence in one gulp, Long Ting looked at the many skeletons in front of him with a smile and said, "The domineering posture of the Dragon Clan is on full display."

At the same time, in stunned silence, I saw the essence and blood being swallowed, and a mountain of skeletons looked up to the sky and howled, and the pitiful screams resounded throughout the mountain of tombs.

"Little bird, this skeleton is very advantageous to you. Once I move around, I think you can absorb it, right?"

Long Ting waved the huge skeleton in his hand and threw it directly towards Qing Yi Lengyan. When he threw it away, with the force of his fleshy hands, the huge bone clearly and variably retreated and was completely removed by her skill.

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Looking at Long Ting's actions, Leng Yan in Qingyi from behind let out a howling sound at her, as if he was angry at the former's actions. However, it was only in an instant that he then flashed his huge wings and swept the former's actions away.

The huge skeleton is completely covered under the body.

Slowly closing his eyes, he saw that the bones under Qing Yi Leng Yan's body were squirming, as if there was some kind of creature crawling under Qing Yi Leng Yan's body.

The battle on the tomb was about to break out. Many skeletons all over the mountains and fields shook their huge skeletons and roared. They ran straight towards Long Ting without fear of life and death. Finally, they opened their huge mouths full of bones and wanted to

Bite Long Ting to pieces.

"Giggle...stretch your muscles!"

Looking at the numbing army of skeletons all over the mountains and plains, Long Ting was not worried but overjoyed. He waved the half-foot-long bone in his hand and smashed it directly at the skeleton that was just around the corner. In just a moment of meeting, the skeleton creature was in Long Ting's direction.

Under Ting's brutal force, it turned into broken bones scattered all over the ground.

One fell apart, and another came again. Under this situation, Long Ting's battle became extremely simple and pure, like a bone-destroying king, directly blocking all the skeleton army.

However, Qingyi Lengyan, who was protected by it, did not feel much comfortable. Under his body, the creature squirmed from bottom to top, until he saw Qingyi Lengyan's bones, and when it moved with it, Qingyi Lengyan finally couldn't bear it.

The miserable sound of tearing howls pierced the sky, forming a "good" contrast with the scene of Long Ting fighting against the skeleton army.