Yan Ling fantasy world

At this moment, only Yan Ling'er was left alone on the Dou Qi stage and the thirty layers of prison patterns flashing with the power of thunder in front of him, dazzling with light.

Opposite him, the Thunder Method Saddle and the two incense burners on it had disappeared. In the void, another flaming tiger demon spirit also disappeared when Xiao Ke's body flew out.

There was a loud explosion, and there was deathly silence all around. Looking at everything happening in front of them, they were all speechless, as if the world was still and everything was stagnant.

"cough..."

A dry cough came from the collapsed building, breaking the silence of the moment. A stone stirred up a thousand waves, and everyone looked at Xiao Ke who was buried under the building. He disappeared silently and returned to the bustle that it should have.

"How...why is the gap so big?"

"The demon spirit of this blazing tiger is actually so strong? Xiao Ke is also a real and powerful warrior!"

"But why did Yan Linger... before?"

Everyone was puzzled. Their eyes wandered between the Dou Qi platform and the collapsed ruins. They were clearly attacked by the spirit demon Flame Tiger. How could they feel that there was such a huge gap in power? Moreover, Xiao Ke encountered the Flame Tiger.

His aura is obviously a bit weaker than that of Yan Ling'er.

Are these results and the "treatment" between Yan Ling'er and Xiao Ke really acceptable?

On the side of the fighting stage, the Mu brothers threw Xiao Ke out of the building in a dejected manner. Looking at Xiao Ke, whose breath was weak and whose body was covered with wounds, his expression was even more ugly. Next to Xiao Shuai, a pair of

Master and disciple, the endings are so similar. Fortunately, both of them are still alive.

After this catastrophe, it is probably extremely difficult to take a step further in the flame patterns.

After all, the psychological shadow cannot be erased.

"Sigh...are all the flame pattern masters in Ji Ling County like this?"

Duan Muyu, who took the incense burner from Bai Ling, looked at Xiao Ke, who still had his breath left and was dying, and sighed sincerely. Although such strength has already reached the second level, it is too much to condense the Hunting Tiger Yanzhuo Dan.

Far-fetched.

Compared with the flame pattern masters in Fenghuang Ancient Town, the gap is naturally obvious.

"The Hunting Tiger Yanzhuo Pill came from the hands of the great master. It was only a lucky chance that Master Lu was able to modify it."

"As for the refining, it seems simple, but how can a flaming tiger in the spirit demon realm be good? What's more, the resentment has not been eliminated, and the refining of the Flame Pattern Danlu Master only has a 40% chance of success!" Duanmu Batian said lazily.

Lying on the bench, he picked up a bright orange, peeled it off slowly, and said with a smile.

Hearing this, Duanmu Yu and Bai Ling behind him realized it and nodded slowly. It turned out to be like this. No wonder Duanmu Ba ordered all the external deacons of the Duanmu family to search for flame pattern masters to refine the Hunting Tiger Brilliant Burning Pill. Such flames

If the success rate of the pattern pill is extremely low, the impact on the flame pattern master may be the same as that of Xiao Ke before him.

Bowing slightly, the two of them stepped back.

On the Dou Qi stage, Yan Ling'er looked at the sluggish Xiao Ke from the corner of his eye, with an expressionless face. When he turned to look at the thirty thunder prison patterns in front of him again, he shook his head.

"With this kind of power, I'm afraid it will still be extremely difficult to trap the Fiery Tiger."

What he was thinking in his mind, the next moment, Yan Ling'er no longer stayed, his mental power was released instantly, Zhou Zhi's thunder flame spirit surged, and under the guidance and outline of his mental power, he instantly created a series of thunder prison patterns.

"Thirty-one!"

"Thirty-two ways!"

"Thirty-three ways!"

...

"Thirty-five!"

Everyone looked at the thirty-five prison patterns that gradually appeared in the void, and counted them silently in their hearts. Everyone became more and more unfamiliar with the young man in front of them. Even Di Mo, Ye Qingyao and others looked at the young man's actions curiously. Such a talented young man

, how much potential it has, makes them extremely curious.

"Thirty-six ways!

...

"Forty ways!

When the fortieth prison pattern appeared, everyone was in an uproar. This surprise was not because Yan Ling'er surpassed Xiao Ke, but because his power was increasing.

At this moment, once Yan Ling'er's prison patterns are condensed, the power will be more than twice as powerful as the twenty prison patterns just now. In this case, I am afraid that it will really compete with the flaming tiger in the spirit demon realm.

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Looking at the forty thunder prison patterns in the void, Yan Linger grinned.

"Forty Dao, let's see how you can escape this time?"

Based on his judgment, he was qualified to challenge the Flame Tiger. Looking at Duanmu and his son not far away, a mocking smile passed across the corner of Yan Ling'er's mouth, as if provoking, causing Duanmu Batian on the bench to frown frivolously.

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Duan Muyu, on the other hand, looked gloomy, with no smile on his face.

"If you want to see it, the more I won't show it to you, the more angry I will be with you? Huh..."

With a cold snort, Yan Ling'er did not stop. Many prison patterns began to merge with each other in the void. The fog gradually began to appear at this moment. Looking from a distance, he could only hear the roaring sound of the fusion coming from the confusion, like thunder and lightning.

Explosion.

Sometimes it stays, sometimes it starts.

Looking at the fog, Wu Pattern Tiger frowned slightly not far away. Thunder Flame Spirit had also been involved in it, but in comparison, there was not so much fog. Moreover, the fusion of flame patterns gave the most reaction.

The most severe one should be when building the double inflammation pattern.

Just like talent.

When the twenty prison patterns merged to create ten double prison patterns, it brought great confusion. However, when it merged into four or even more layers, it was completely integrated. No one had such a reaction.

yes.

But at the moment, Jie Chen has passed the requirement, and it is reasonable to say that it is no longer the second level, but the fog still lingers, and sometimes the density of the fog is even slightly enhanced. Could it be that Yan Ling'er failed? Is he sketching a new prison pattern?

I'm afraid only Yan Ling'er knows what kind of world there is in the mist.

"Father...this boy..."

Duan Muyu looked at the mist, and he naturally knew what Yan Ling'er wanted to do, but with Wu Wenhu ahead, he couldn't take action.

After hearing his words, Duanmu Batian just waved his hands lazily and closed his eyes, as if taking a nap.

After questioning to no avail, Duan Muyu looked at Yan Ling'er on the Dou Qi stage, smiled slightly, and said nothing.

His father was infinitely more knowledgeable than him. If his father had not stopped him at this moment, either everything would be under control, or it would be insignificant.

In this way, it is in vain to ask too many questions.

Yan Liuxi and others on the side of the fighting stage all clenched their fists. Even Ye Qingyao, who was usually playful, and Long Ting, who always only loved eating and drinking, clenched their fists and looked into the mist.

There were expectations and tensions, but the blood demon Minghu was still standing on Yan Liuxi's shoulders at this moment, holding a jar of fine wine in his hand, drinking alone.

Yan Liuxi and others had long been accustomed to what the Blood Demon Dark Fox had done, but the Martial Pattern Tiger looked a little awkward. The Flame Beast was too human, as if it had become a spirit.

In the mist, Yan Ling'er looked at the prison pattern in front of her with a smile on her lips.

At this moment, there are as many as twenty-four second-layer thunder prison patterns in front of him, and one first-layer thunder prison pattern, a total of forty-nine prison patterns.

"Jingyan, do you only need this much?"

Yan Ling'er asked doubtfully, with a bit of flattery towards Xue Jingyan in her words.

"You can give it a try and see if you can condense the third-grade Flame Pattern Pill!" Regarding Yan Ling'er's question, Xue Jingyan just replied lazily, as if she was absent-minded.

In response to this, Yan Ling'er could only lick her lips and said naively: "Then I'll leave it to you to deal with the fog of the environment!"

There was never an answer.

"The next step is the critical period!"

Yan Ling'er's eyes focused on these double prison patterns again, and sketching them consumed a lot of Yan Ling'er's mental energy. If it weren't for the blood of the Suzaku spirit fairy and the changes in his physique caused by Nirvana and rebirth, he would have been completely exhausted at this moment.

Fortunately, the hundreds of meridians and ten meridians today are by no means comparable to those in the past. In fact, they are far inferior to the same period ten thousand years ago.

"melt…"

With a low shout, the two double prison patterns approached instantly, and immediately began to merge at a speed visible to the naked eye. In the sea of ​​consciousness, Xue Jingyan felt the changes in the prison patterns in front of her, and stretched lazily.

The next moment, invisible flame patterns slowly formed around Yan Ling'er and gradually spread. The appearance of these flame patterns was basically the same as the thunder flame pattern outlined by Yan Ling'er, but the difference was huge and far more powerful.

It's not as good as the prison pattern, but the fog created after the collision is much better.

Quadruple Thunder Prison Pattern!

Six layers of thunder prison pattern!

…

Twenty layers of thunder prison patterns!

Looking at the twenty layers of thunder prison patterns that had been formed in front of him, surrounding Yan Ling'er, there were some beads of sweat on his forehead. However, at this time, he did not stay any longer.

Twenty-two layers of thunder prison patterns!

Twenty-four layers of thunder prison patterns!

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Thirty layers of thunder prison patterns!

In one breath, Yan Linger merged into the five double prison patterns again. During this period, the prison patterns still fluctuated slightly, but fortunately they were not too strong.

Thirty-two layers of thunder prison patterns!

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At the 40th level, when the twentieth two-level prison pattern merged, Yan Ling'er felt that the power of the prison pattern in front of him increased instantly. Such an increase, the stage leaped greatly, just like the breakthrough of the Flame, and this feeling,

This has never happened before.

At this point, Yan Ling'er's clothes were already soaked with sweat, and he was obviously affected by it. The consumption of his mental energy made him a little tired, but he knew that this was not the end yet.

Gritting his teeth, the twenty-one double prison pattern has begun to merge.

The fog around me is getting thicker and thicker.

At this moment, on the side of the Dou Qi stage, even a fool knows that the atmosphere on the Dou Qi stage has begun to change. The power fluctuations in the fog are more terrifying, and the fog is getting denser.

"interesting…"

"interesting…"

At the same time, Duanmu Batian, who had his eyes closed, slowly opened his eyes, looked at the mist in sync with Wu Wenhu again, and said with "tacit understanding".

However, Wu Wenhu's words were full of surprises, his smile became stronger, and he paid special attention to the young man in the mist. However, in Duanmu Batian's words, his smile gradually faded, and there was a rare hint of coldness in Duanmu Batian's words.

murderous intent.

I have never had this feeling before.

"Yu'er, after entering the Yuanlu battlefield, the first Jie Chen killed him. Whatever happens next, my father will take care of it. As for his head, I will bring it back to my father."

Duanmu Batian said coldly to Duan Muyu behind him, seemingly calm and gentle, but he seemed to be eliminating future troubles, which made Duan Muyu look strange behind him.

But he did not question his father's words at all. He bowed slightly and said coldly: "Yu'er remembers it!"

Looking towards the mist again, a hint of cold murderous intent was revealed.

This murderous intention was extremely weak, but for Wu Wenhu, who had extremely strong mental power, how could he escape from his perception? Immediately, he felt bad.

If Yan Ling'er was willing, he even wanted to take him back to Xuanwen Sect in person to avoid the dangers of the Yuanlu battlefield.

Yan Ling'er, who was in the mist, didn't know that in just one breath, he had been targeted by the Duanmu family.

Bang…

The flame patterns merged, and the forty-nine levels of prison patterns appeared in front of him. Looking at the prison patterns, a smile of relief appeared on Yan Linger's face.

This kind of power is enough to control the flaming tiger demon spirit.

However, there is a possibility of failure in condensing the pills. If it was unfortunate and failed this time, he might not have the mental strength to condense it for the third time. After thinking about it, Yan Linger shook his teeth.

The next moment, a drop of blood-red essence appeared on his finger.

This is one of the three drops of essence and blood left by the Ten Meridians Bird Master.

"For Aunt Su Xin, give it a try!"

"Essence and blood melt into the prison!"