Yan Ling fantasy world

"Are you coming?"

Yan Ling'er, who was sitting cross-legged in the ancient palace, slowly stood up and looked at the behemoth in front of him through the candlelight. The terrifying pressure came instantly.

Qingluan Holy Spirit Envoy, one of the only three Holy Spirit Envoys from the Holy Clan in Heihe City, came from the Gu Erosion Demon Palace, ranking sixth, four places higher than those in the forest department, and his strength has reached the half-step level of the Holy Spirit.

He is also a half-step demon spirit.

"grumble…"

With a loud roar, the atmosphere in the Baizhang Ancient Palace instantly heated up, and a burning feeling spread to every corner of the ancient palace.

"Pig?"

Qingluan Holy Spirit Envoy looked down at Yan Ling'er in front of him. He was surprised, and his aura suddenly strengthened again, and the pressure remained the same.

"Pig? Haha... The last demon who spoke like this has already turned into dust!"

"Humph, what a loud tone!"

"Whether your tone is good or not, you will know if you try it!"

The rusty cold spear was waved, and the ancient charm exuding from the ancient spirit of the spear filled the air instantly. Looking up at Qingluan, the aura exuding from the latter was overwhelming to the sea of ​​consciousness. Yan Ling'er knew that this time, it must be this

This is one of the greatest dilemmas in the industry. In this way, his strength is no longer hidden at all.

After all, facing a Holy Spirit envoy who is half a step into the Holy Spirit realm, Yan Ling'er has no confidence that he will win. However, when they meet on a narrow road, the brave will win. He can draw his sword in just one breath!

"Star God's Palace!"

"Fire Awakens!"

With two low shouts, the Ancient Flame Mansion was operating rapidly. In the sky, bright points of light gradually emerged, like stars illuminating everything in the ruins of an illusory world. These signs also had a subtle linkage after the birth of the Starry Sea.

Thinking carefully about the ancient Yan Mansion, it seems that it is different from the Jiujiu Mansion of Heaven and Earth. It is unique and has no name yet. Yan Linger had an idea and named it: "Star God Mansion!"

The sound of fame shakes the past and the present. God, who dares to oppose it!

The Yan Mansion is famous, but the first flame-power soul is released, but it is nameless. It has been born for thousands of years, and it has been with it for many years, even more, but the power of the tombstone is better than anything else.

What's more, now, the Yan Mansion is empty, and the thousands of flame souls have been buried in the tombstones. Although I don't know what the pros and cons are, this is the only one in the Yanling Illusion World.

In this way, the "first" flaming soul has been transformed into a completely flaming soul. However, I feel clearly from it. Release it with one move, and the flaming power will increase instantly. It is also like a skill to enhance strength, and it is not inferior to the spirit of the demon clan.

The demon awakens.

However, this is not the case for the human race.

From this, Yan Ling'er named it "Fire Awakening!" to justify his name!

A son who defies heaven and creates an eternal myth must have the courage to defy heaven and change destiny, defy the foundation of heaven and earth, cast the laws of heaven and earth, and create an eternal myth.

The same is true, Yan Linger named it after him.

At the same time, in the center of the Star Palace, on the ink-black tombstone, the lines of the Suzaku spirit demon appeared again. The Star Palace was rotating, and the fire power emitted from the tombstone was instantly integrated into the whole body. The speed was extremely fast.

At this moment, even though there was no trace of the flame spirit in the ancient palace outside the body, an unusual vortex was born from the terrifying absorption power of the Yan Mansion.

Qingluan Holy Spirit envoy stood in front of Yan Ling'er. Looking at Yan Ling'er's strength, his face gradually became happy. In one breath, Zhu Gang's strength increased at an alarming rate.

These means, when attacked, can surprise them, and when defended, they can be several times stronger than one's own strength. Qingluan's Holy Spirit makes his face appear, and those who are curious feel like they have obtained a treasure.

Yan Ling'er, who was at the peak of the eighth stage, crossed the threshold and reached the ninth stage in one breath. Not only that, his aura is still growing!

Early days!

Mid term!

Later!

In just a few breaths, Yan Ling'er's strength has reached the peak of the ninth level of Fangjing from the eighth level. However, at this moment, the aura has not stopped, and the terrifying power is still brewing in Yan Ling'er's Yan Mansion...

boom…

A storm of flames that destroyed the sky suddenly burst out from Yan Ling'er's body and swept through the ancient palace!

A half-step experience!

The breath finally stopped slowly after Yan Ling'er's breath took half a step into the sensory state.

"Roar... Fire awakening is really a good fire skill!"

Yan Ling'er swung the Tianhe Spear in her hand, and the power of the Linggu Spear was swayed, directly cutting through the void and attacking all around. At this moment, the rock wall of the ancient palace actually deformed, but then it immediately changed again.

recover.

"Fire Awakens?"

"Star Divine Sea?"

The Qingluan Holy Spirit envoy looked down at Yan Ling'er in front of him. The latter's aura was growing, and he could naturally sense it clearly. It was like the awakening of the demon clan, but when did the human race have such means?

A hint of doubt, two spears, attacks in twos and threes, and responses from all directions.

Without stopping for a moment, Yan Linger's figure disappeared from the spot.

"Linggu Spear Intent!"

The figure flashed and merged into Han Qiang. Under Yan Ling'er's control, Tianhe Qiang seemed to be one body. Without stopping at all, it went straight towards Qingluan Holy Spirit to attack...

Looking at the humans who were actively attacking, Qingluan flapped his wings, and a terrifying blazing fire was instantly released from under Qingluan's wings, heading straight towards Yan Ling'er to attack.

Bang…

Bang bang…

The cold gun was waved, and the blazing fire collided with the cold gun, making a low banging sound. Then, the blazing fire turned into a puff of blue smoke and disappeared at the front of the Tianhe gun.

grumble…

Seeing that the blazing fire's attack was fruitless, the Qingluan Holy Spirit looked up to the sky and roared, its wings flapped, and its huge body flew up instantly. In the blazing heat, a touch of thunder power merged into the blazing fire, and then burned by the blazing fire.

, the power gradually expanded, until at a certain moment, it attacked Yan Ling'er again.

Looking at the blazing fire containing thunder, Yan Ling'er smiled slightly, without stopping at all, waving the spear, like a spiritual beast with a spear, attacking with an ancient charm, instantly transformed into a terrifying offensive, and rushed directly towards the blazing fire...

boom…

The transformed ancient charm collided with it, and there was an explosion. The terrifying fiery ripples instantly completely dissipated the ancient energy of Han Qiang. The terrifying rebound force of the attack also sent Yan Ling'er's body flying hundreds of feet in an instant.

It drove away and hit the rock wall hard.

puff…

A mouthful of blood spurted out.

hiss…

The strange high temperature of the ancient palace dries it instantly, and the metallic color gradually emerges in front of you.

At this point, a smile appeared on the corner of Yan Ling'er's mouth, she stood up slowly holding the cold gun in one hand, wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth with the other hand, and spit out a mouthful of old blood from her throat...

Yan Ling'er's transformation appeared in front of the Qingluan Holy Spirit. Looking at the flames, the Qingluan Holy Spirit let out a lament... Facing the Yan before him, his eyes were full of disappointment.

"Is this the level of strength you need?"

A little disappointed, ended in two points!

At the moment, Yan Ling'er's flame power aura is in the half-step sense state, and the foundation of the flame power is also very rich, but unfortunately, Yan Linger's time to reach the half-step sense state is still short, and it also needs a lot of running-in. The most important thing is that Yan Ling'er is filled with blood.

The essence of the golden flame power of the red flame is Yan Ling'er's flame power.

This kind of fire power is not at all advantageous compared to the power of Qingluan bloodline with ancient bloodline.

In the past battles, Yan Ling'er had an obvious advantage with his own level of fire power, but now the bloodline of the Qingluan Holy Spirit is far away compared to the past. The fire power turned into golden yellow and the moment it collided with the blazing fire, it instantly turned into green.

The smoke then dispersed.

"It hasn't started yet, why are you so anxious?"

Looking up at the Qingluan Holy Spirit Envoy opposite, Yan Ling'er smiled slightly. It was just a test for the Qingluan Holy Spirit Envoy.

Seeing this, Qingluan Holy Spirit just smiled contemptuously and looked at Yan Linger in front of him.

"No different from ordinary stupid pigs."

What he was thinking in his heart, his eyes showed a hint of ridicule. The next moment, his wings spread out, and the blazing fire filled his body instantly. The terrifying speed made this ancient palace of more than a hundred feet look like a very small one.

Playground.

In the center, Yan Ling'er looked at the Qingluan Holy Spirit who gave birth to countless phantoms in the ancient palace, with a smile on his lips.

"Mirror image of Yuanlu's heart!"

"Linggu Spear Intent!"

In the Yan Mansion, an extremely realistic pink mirror demon was instantly formed, and then, like a duck imitating a chicken, it began to copy the attacks of the Qingluan Holy Spirit.

The rusty Tianhe spearhead, with its ancient charm solidified once again, collided directly towards Qingluan.

boom…

boom…

A head-on attack came from the blazing pavement. In just a moment, Yan Ling'er's figure was directly knocked out more than ten feet. Then, Qingluan's figure reappeared behind him, and there was another attack, grabbing the back of Yan Ling'er's head.

Feeling the blazing power, Yan Ling'er did not stop. He waved his spear and twisted his body 180 degrees. On the spear, the ancient charm immediately transformed into a golden spear and attacked directly at Qingluan's claws.

boom…

Terrible explosion ripples spread out from Qingluan's Claw.

However, everything was settled, and Qingluan Holy Spirit envoy, under such a rapid siege, applauded Yan Ling'er as if he was playing tricks.

"It's too slow!"

"Too slow!"

"Too weak, too weak!"

"The strength of the body is too weak."

In the palace that was more than a hundred feet long, the sound of sighs filled the air.

In the center of the ancient palace, although Yan Ling'er caught the ancient spirit spear and blocked most of it, there would inevitably be mistakes in such a monster-like existence.

By accident, a bright red bloodstain appeared on his body, and a bit of flesh and blood slowly emerged from the bloodstain, looking a little eerie.

On the contrary, Yan Ling'er, with the help of his own combat experience, copied and fitted the mirror image of Yuan Lu's heart. After experiencing the previous trauma, Yan Ling'er actually discovered some clues.

The corners of his mouth raised slightly, and the Ancient Spiritual Spear intended to find an opportunity in this duel, no less than the Qingluan Holy Spirit Envoy. However, the cold spear was wrapped in flames at the end, and the Tianhe Spear was only at the fourth level. The cold spear passed by

There are only a few scratches left on the skin, and that's all. Even the wings have not been cut and landed.

In such a duel, although the front is tough, the level between the two is still very clear.

…

This clarity is not due to the difference in Yan Li's background.

Rather, it's hardware from each other.

The blazing fire of Qingluan Holy Spirit, the golden flame power of Yan Ling'er, the toughness of Qingluan Holy Spirit's body, Yan Ling'er's paper-thin human skin, Yan Ling'er's ancient spiritual spear intention, and the fierce attacks of Qingluan Holy Spirit.

The height difference between the two is also clear and clear after thousands of rounds of battle.

"Okay, almost done!"

"This kind of strength really disappoints me. I don't know how I got to this stage. The Star Palace is so awesome that it can be boasted to the sky. Alas..."

In the ancient palace, a lament sounded again.

"Qingluan Holy Spirit, destroy the demon candle!"

With a breath, Qingluan's Holy Spirit stretched out two claws as sharp as sharp weapons again.

This time, the claws were no longer attacked by sharp cold light. Above them, two candle-like demonic flames, like lit candles, rose above the claws of the Qingluan Holy Spirit.

"Candlelight scattered in all directions", there was no terrifying coercion, no raging fire power, even the cold light of the sharp claws just now had disappeared, and what was left was just like the candlelight in the center of the ancient palace, which could illuminate the entire palace.

Not even a corner can be left behind.

Looking at the almost perfect Qingluan in front of him, Yan Linger was a little curious.

His eyes were slightly focused, and his vision slowly focused on the Demon-Destroying Candle. With a breath, the Demon-Destroying Candle was like a life-threatening light. In the sea of ​​consciousness, the soul actually felt a tingling sensation at this moment.

"This...is...a mental attack?"

Yan Ling'er looked at the Qingluan Holy Spirit Envoy in shock. Just now, his eyes were on the Demon-Destroying Candle. Just by looking at it, he realized that Hai Yuan Shen actually gave out a sharp tingling feeling. This kind of situation has never happened before. How can it be so?

fear?

Mental power, besides this, what other power can create such a deterrent?

"Giggle...do you think what I just said was just a joke?"

"Giggle..."

"The Demon-Slaying Candle is the Qingluan clan's innate fire skill. With its noble bloodline, how can a pig like you be able to match it?"

"Now that you can't even open your eyes, how can you beat me? Are you going to make me blind? Geez..."

"grumble…"

Qingluan Holy Spirit envoy looked down at Yan Ling'er, who was deliberately avoiding his sight. His words were full of endless ridicule, and his arrogance was even more arrogant as he crossed the "wall" and stepped onto an unprecedented level of arrogance.

The current situation can be described as a desperate situation for Yan Ling'er.

Qingluan Holy Spirit's offensive seems to have not yet been launched, but the impact it brings is decisive.

"grumble…"

The blue luan roars and the sword points to the sky.

Then, blazing fire instantly spread out from Qingluan Holy Spirit's body in the direction of blood circulation, and the alluring wings, illuminated by the blazing fire, were like flaming clouds under the setting sun.

Set against the demon-killing candle, everything is revived like the setting sun, which is particularly beautiful.

However, these blazing fires are completely different from the demon-extinguishing candles. The tyrannical and silent terrifying pressure is much stronger than when it was used previously.

This time, Yan Ling'er's eyes were fixed on the blazing fire released by Qingluan Holy Spirit along the bloodline, with a touch of solemnity and a touch of taste.

"Hmph... extinguish the demon candle?"

"You are not the only one who has mental power. In the current situation, I wonder how much power you can achieve?"

…

"Humans are born in heaven and earth and follow the laws of heaven and earth. However, I went against heaven and was reborn forever. How many people know the reason? Do you... really know my strength?"

Yan Ling'er smiled like a flower and looked at the Qingluan Holy Spirit who was teasing him.

In the next scene, stars appeared in the depths of his eyes, and an invisible sense of vastness gradually emerged in this ancient palace with Yan Linger as the center.

At the same time, in the deep center of the soul, little stars emerged, like stars in the illusory world, outlining ripples in the ruins of the illusory world, gradually emitting light, illuminating the entire sea of ​​consciousness.

"Born from heaven and earth."

"The world of fertility!"

The light of the stars in the center of the soul gradually lights up.

"Five ways..."

…

"Ten paths..."

…

"Twenty ways..."

…

"Twenty-five ways..."

The terrifying sense of vastness, as the stars illuminated it, with Yan Ling'er as the center, became more fierce, and the pressure increased exponentially.

At this moment, the eyes of Qingluan Holy Spirit, who was standing in front of the ancient palace, finally condensed with a touch of solemnity. This feeling was completely different from the ancient aura in front of him when he used the spirit of the ancient spear.

The feeling of vast infinity and unknown;

The ancient pressure is nothing compared to the sharpness, but it is like facing infinite natural pressure.

This feeling, among the saints, even the current master of the Gu Erosion Demon Palace, has never given pressure, this disparity in power, I am afraid that only in front of the supreme lord, Sheng Xuan, he can

Have this kind of perception.

"How could a pig have such means?"

"Psychic power?"

"Yes, it is spiritual power. Where does it come from? Where does it go?"

"Hmph... Are you still afraid of trying to be mysterious?"

Qingluan Holy Spirit looked at Yan Ling'er in disbelief. The latter's mental power had not yet left the sea of ​​consciousness, but he could clearly perceive the entire ancient palace.

These results are really strange.

Not only that, but vaguely, the young man's spiritual power was actually resisting Qingluan Holy Spirit's demon-killing candle. Is this a purely "natural" response? This was something he never expected, and it was also incomprehensible.

However, in his opinion, the power of Qingluan's bloodline is already extremely high. In Lingqu Continent, if he wants to find a higher level, it is probably only possible in ancient battlefields such as the current one.

I searched all the way but never found it.

"how?"

"Did you notice something was wrong?"

"Giggle...but it's too late!"

"The stars gather, all things revive, wake up, my sea of ​​stars!"

Under the gaze of Qingluan Holy Spirit Envoy, in one breath, the terrifying spiritual power spread out from Yan Ling'er's body. In the ancient palace, under the candlestick, and beside Qingluan, everything appeared instantly, especially clearly.

The eyes that contain the light of stars are slightly lifted.

Staring at the Demon-Destroying Candle again, this time, there was no tingling feeling in the soul. The light of thirty-six stars shone brightly, illuminating the entire sea of ​​consciousness.

This time, it was not Yan Ling'er who was surprised, but the Qingluan Holy Spirit envoy. Just now, under Yan Ling'er's gaze, he could clearly feel the demon-killing candle swaying.

The flaming skills are swaying, that is fear!

Heaven and earth have roots, and all things have spirits.

The fear of fire skills and the reason for their rise lies in the place where they first condensed.

How could Qingluan Holy Spirit not know this truth?

"It actually has restraint. What kind of existence is it?"

Unable to allow Qingluan Holy Spirit to think deeply, the Demon-Destroying Candle on the claws was out of control and went straight to attack Yan Ling'er. With his eyes looking straight, the light of thirty-six stars flowed instantaneously in the soul, just like the stars in the fantasy world.

The rules work.

"Blazing fire, burn!"

Qingluan's Holy Spirit caused the blazing fire emanating from his blood to leave his body in an instant. Under the illumination of the Demon-Extinguishing Candle, it passed through the candlestick like a flame and went straight towards Yan Ling'er, completely covering him.

"Are you coming again?"

"Then look at the difference!"

With his eyes fixed on the Demon-Destroying Candle, the blood-red flame gradually appeared on the Trina Spear. This time, it was fundamentally different from the golden flame power before.

The Qingluan Holy Spirit looked at the unfamiliar blood-red flame rising in front of him for a few breaths, and frowned again.

"What's going on?"

Little knowledge!

The sharp claws have already reached the young man's eyes, pinching them gently and surrounding them!

"Demon extinguisher candle, burn!"

The demon-killing candle on the claws bloomed instantly like a blooming flower, and the blazing fire in front of him was like the blooming of fireworks. In one breath, it surged out of the body and pounced on Yan Ling'er's body in front of him.

The beauty of fireworks is like an epiphyllum!

But the spiritual power contained in the Demon-Destroying Candle was unimaginable. It completely rushed out and hit Yan Ling'er's head head on.

Looking at the blazing heat of the gas, Yan Ling'er's face became solemn. He knew that this kind of attack was far from this, otherwise, how could the sea of ​​consciousness have stinging pain?

Between the two, they are of similar levels and have sophisticated bloodlines. The Demon-Destroying Candle's offensive is even more fierce, subtle, but extremely domineering. If the Stars and Divine Sea can withstand it, it is directly related to his life and death. Unfortunately, everything must be done now.

research.

"Linggu Spear Intent, desolate!"

Endless desolation filled the air instantly. This time, Yan Ling'er did not choose to restrain himself, leaving only a small amount of true meaning dust, which was completely burned at this moment, not even a trace remained.

Bloom, even if it's just an inch.

At the same time, the six-winged money scorpion's desolate Yuanlu heart did not hold back at all.

Yan Ling'er knew how to deal with the existence of Holy Spirit envoys.

Preserving it is tantamount to courting death. In such a situation, one strike will kill you, so this principle remains unchanged.

The power of desolation tore apart hundreds of meridians in one breath. Even the Star God's Mansion was being crushed by the desolation from all over the world at this moment.

The greater the endurance, the greater the harvest.

boom…

Silent desolation brewed in Yan Mansion. In the hundred-foot-long ancient palace, in the void, the original pressure of Qingluan instantly collapsed, and a touch of desolation arose out of thin air from the hundred-foot-long space of the ancient palace.

At this moment, even the cold spears and claws could only leave white marks on the rock wall before, and dry cracks gradually appeared on the rock wall.

In the blink of an eye, the sharp claws collided with the cold spear. Along the sharp claws, a stinging pain penetrated deeply through the demon-extinguishing candle and penetrated into the demon core.

"grumble…"

A miserable sound of tearing screams came from the mouth of Qingluan Holy Spirit. The next moment, the huge Qingluan's body suddenly retreated. With a breath, the huge body directly hit the dry and cracked rock wall.

grumble…

Bang…

The miserable screams and huge crashing sounds sounded one after another, like the screams of the unjust souls in hell, and like the dawn bells ringing in the ancient temple, which was deafening.

With a sudden impact, the huge Qingluan Holy Spirit fell to the ground. His eyes were filled with pain and did not dare to look at him, staring in the direction of the young man in front of him.

There are already many wounds on the body, and blood is gradually seeping out within the perceptible range. This kind of "encounter" makes Qingluan Holy Spirit even more ugly.

For nothing else, he knew the "damage" to himself based on the immediate changes in his body.

He has not suffered such an attack for a long time since he became a Holy Spirit Angel. Apart from a few Holy Spirit Angels, how many can be defeated by him head-on?

As for the injury, it is like returning to zero.

However, even like this, a smile still appeared on his ugly face. Compared to the direct attack he faced, what the young man would face next would definitely be ten times more serious than his own, and the harm and consequences would be beyond imagination.

boom…

As the Qingluan Holy Spirit watched, the blazing fire exploded in an instant, covering the sky and the earth. In an instant, it completely fell on Yan Ling'er's body, sweeping across like a downpour, knocking down thousands of dust.

This small land of a hundred feet was so violent under such attacks.

However, through the afterglow of the blazing fire, Qingluan Holy Spirit Envoy still saw Yan Ling'er in the center of the storm, showing off his handsome posture and waving his spear, with an unusually calm expression on his face, as if he had never heard of the blazing fire.

boom…

Boom boom…

The ferocious violent force exploded one after another, and the small space seemed to be shattered at this moment. At this moment, even the extraordinarily steady candlelight in the center of the ancient palace trembled slightly under such attacks.

It seems to have been affected.

Although I don't know the fate, it can shake the existence of the ancient palace, how can it be simple.

"Hmph...boy, you are too arrogant!"

"The reason why the Demon Extinguishing Candle is called the Demon Extinguishing Candle is because the spiritual attack hidden under the candle's flame can destroy the spiritual consciousness of all demons. And you are just a pig, how can you be stronger than the demon?"

Clan?"

"What's more, the blazing fire is already at full strength, and even Long Kun is avoiding it. Are you still trying to do something fancy?"

Qingluan Holy Spirit's face gradually became calmer, and he looked down at the center of the explosion ahead. At this moment, the explosion of blazing fire had come to an end, and the terrifying power had already caused chaos in the space opposite. Coupled with the sweep of the demon-destroying candle, even if

Demon spirits will also avoid its sharp edges and dare not peek into it.

Right now, Yan Ling'er's entreaty is no different than seeking death.

In other words, it's not because of being too big, it's just because he is too weak to avoid the attacks of mental power and blazing fire that are coming one after another.

Taking a deep breath, Qingluan Holy Spirit gradually felt relieved. A blazing color gradually appeared on his body. The scars swept by the cold spear gradually covered the blazing color.

However, at this moment, Qingluan Holy Spirit suddenly opened his eyes, looked at the center of the explosion, and exclaimed.

"Impossible, is there still hope?"

"impossible."

"No...impossible, how could it be possible?"

Qingluan flapped his wings, and the flames floated beside him. The aftermath of Yan Ling'er's position in the center of the ancient palace was swept away by the huge wings of Qingluan Holy Spirit.

The cover was lifted, and the young man's figure slowly emerged in the dim candlelight.

At this moment, the young man's whole body was not messy at all, and even his clothes were not torn. The difference between this appearance and the scarred self was huge.

However, this is not what Qingluan Holy Spirit is concerned about. At this moment, his eyes are all focused on the top of the young man's head.

One scene, ten thousand rounds of life.

Above the head, thirty-eight stars are suspended, flashing light, intertwined and constructed, somewhat similar to the flame pattern, but these stars are completely different from the flame pattern.

There is no power of flame patterns, and there is no fluctuation of flame power.

Although it exists, it is as if there is nothing, suspended in the void, as if it does not exist in heaven and earth. The same is true. Staring at the young man in front of him, the Qingluan Holy Spirit keeps mumbling to himself.

"No...impossible!"

"My Demon Slayer Candle has gone through countless battles, but no one has ever left safely."

"He...how did he do it? What...what is my Demon Slayer Candle for?"

"What kind of power is this star?"

There is no solution to this, endless thinking, unknown, incomprehensible, full of disbelief, and finally, it turns into hysteria!

Qingluan Holy Spirit's eyes were sunken, and his pupils suddenly popped out at this moment. Through the dim light of the candlestick, Qingluan Holy Spirit shouted: "You...how on earth did you do that?"

Incredibly unknown.

Suddenly, the young man flicked his sleeves with one hand, and a smile rose. Looking at the somewhat messy Qingluan Holy Spirit Envoy in front of him, he knew that at the moment, he already had an excellent opportunity. At least, the Holy Spirit Envoy had been ruined.

Clues appear.

"impossible?"

"Jiejie...there is nothing impossible in front of me. If there is, then I will make it possible."

"This is my law!"

Yan Ling'er raised his head slightly, stared at the slightly messy Qingluan in front of him, and said with a smile, his words were like a raised sickle, piercing Qingluan's heart tightly, and also stirring in his heart.

And deep in his eyes, the light of the stars gradually emerged, the unknown of the vast illusory world of stars gradually filled the air, and a different kind of aura gradually emanated from Yan Ling'er.

Feeling Yan Ling'er's change, the pupils that had suddenly popped out suddenly shrank, and a dry swallow came from Qingluan Holy Spirit's mouth, sinking heavily.

"This...this is..."

Qingluan Holy Spirit looked at the young man in front of him in disbelief. At this moment, he smelled a dangerous smell from the young man. That smell was like the unknown in the ruins of the vast fantasy world, bringing endless oppression.

feel.

The same is true. Looking at the young man, his words are no longer calm, but are still a little trembling.

"You...who are you? How...do you have this power?"

The further back, the trembling tone of Qingluan Holy Spirit's voice became more intense.

Hearing this, Yan Ling'er was a little surprised and looked at the Qingluan Holy Spirit envoy in front of him with some doubts.

At this moment, although the Holy Spirit Messenger has planted the seeds of fear, there is something strange about it.

Of course, this is not what Yan Ling'er is most concerned about, because in Qingluan's mouth, he smells something different, that Qingluan's understanding of the ancient foreign palace and the mysterious sea of ​​consciousness, this is what he is most concerned about.

When the Star Divine Sea and the Star Divine Mansion were dually displayed, the vast spiritual power of the Star Divine Sea directly crushed the Demon-Destroying Candle in one breath. Even the spiritual power in it was still condensed. As for the blazing fire, although it seemed ferocious

, but when Yan Ling'er didn't have any accidents, there was no threat.

There is still an earth-shattering difference between Qingluan's blazing fire and the Suzaku Spirit Demon Clan's nirvana and rebirth.

Not only that, the complementarity between the Star Divine Sea and the Star Divine Palace allowed Yan Ling'er to master micro-control to the extreme.

However, how could Qingluan Holy Spirit recognize this kind of power?

Just now, when he was using it, he didn't judge it at all, and he had a little disdain. How could he be sure at the moment?

Full of doubts.

"You know him?"

Yan Ling'er stared at the Qingluan Holy Spirit envoy in front of her. The latter's noble and arrogant arrogance had gradually disappeared, and there was even a little fear in his eyes.

"You...who are you?"

There was no answer to Yan Ling'er's question. In this way, Yan Ling'er shook his head. The next moment, the Trina Spear appeared in his hand. The blood-red flames ran along the hand and the Trina Spear ignited again. A touch of coercion from the bloodline, with extremely domineering

His posture directly crushed him and rose up in an instant.

"Suzaku Spirit Demon, Emperor of the Ten Meridians!"

The plain voice was like thunder, and the Qingluan Holy Spirit stared at the young man in front of him, as if he wanted to eat him.

"Suzaku spirit demon? Little piggy... No, in this case, you are no longer a pig!"

"I didn't expect that this desolate secret realm actually has the bloodline of the Suzaku Spirit Demon Clan. It's really puzzling. However, I don't know if this result is a reward given to me by the Demon God or a challenge given to me. In this way, even if I die

It’s a fitting death here!”

Qingluan looked at the young man in front of him, the confusion and fear in his eyes were all gone, and he was filled with only envy and full of greed.

"The spirit of Qingluan, spiritual sacrifice!"

A touch of golden flame quickly gathered in the body of the Qingluan Holy Spirit. At this moment, its aura once again had the intention of climbing up. The Qingluan Holy Spirit's aura, which was half a step into the demon spirit realm, was also approaching the demon spirit.

"Qingluan wakes up, extinguishes the candle!"

In one breath, the golden Qingluan's body in front of him shrank in an instant until he was as big as Yan Ling'er before he stopped. However, the aura at this moment was just as dangerous as it was increased by a few points.

"Huh... I don't know how long it has been, but I haven't transformed into my appearance anymore. You are lucky enough to see it, even if you die..."

"It's a fitting place to die!"

Qingluan looked at the young man in front of him with a meaningful charm on his lips.

However, when Yan Ling'er saw this, she felt even more happy.

When the spirit demon awakens, it is a talent with extremely pure bloodline power. It has skills that were only available when it touched the spirit demon realm, such as Xue Jingyan's bloodline of the Sky Demon Fox and Long Ting's bloodline of the Azure Dragon Sky Demon Clan.

These are only available to the top bloodline. In his opinion, the methods of Qingluan Holy Spirit Envoy in front of him may have surpassed those of the forest system to a certain extent.

The latter only arrived with the help of the claws of the true dragon, but for some reason, Qingluan in front of him was suppressed by the forest family.

"Really? I'm really looking forward to the power of your bloodline. After all, I also have other uses for it..."

Looking at Qingluan, Yan Ling'er thought of Xiaoxuan. He has now reached the Suzaku Secret Realm. Although he doesn't know how well he is doing, at least the Qingluan bloodline in front of him has an excellent effect on him.

There is still some gap between the Qingluan bloodline contained in Hexiangsi and the current pure bloodline of Qingluan. However, Xiaoxuan already has the Bone of the Supreme, and the gap between his strength and the current Qingluan Holy Spirit Envoy will not be too big.

.

"Oh? That's interesting. Let's see who owns it!"

"Qingluan cone stabs thirty-two times in a row!"

The Qingluan Holy Spirit, who has transformed into a human-sized appearance, is extremely fast at the moment of movement. Even Yan Ling'er, who is half a step into the state of consciousness, looks at that figure, and his heart is slightly touched. However,

That's all.

Qingluan's figure arrived in one breath.

"Star Divine Sea!"

"Linggu Spear Intent, desolate!"

Thirty-eight stars are suspended and slightly bright.

A touch of vast power came in an instant, and Qingluan, who was carrying a fierce attack, instantly slowed down to the extreme when he was close at hand. Looking at the snail's forward speed, Yan Ling'er felt an incredible and wonderful feeling in his heart.

The rusty Trina Spear, filled with blood-red flames, instantly blocked Qingluan's claws.

boom...

The forces collided, and in a blink of an eye, under the vast power of the star ruins, the power of the pure blood of Desolation and Qingluan formed an incredible ripple, directly filling the surroundings.

Yan Ling'er's body retreated hundreds of steps under the impact of the sharp claws, and Qingluan's pupils dilated sharply. Yan Ling'er, who also had a strong charm, was so much faster than him, even with the sharp claws on his head.

, there are also ways to resolve it.

However, Qingluan's thirty-two consecutive slashes were based on the power of Qingluan's bloodline and the extremely high magic skills of Qingluan's Holy Spirit. He had no way out from the current situation.

One slash to block, two slashes to follow.

Yan Ling'er looked at the strange Qingluan, her eyes full of surprise. At a distance of a few feet, Qingluan was as fast as a turtle, but out of this distance, the fierce attacks made people a little scared.

Boom...boom...boom...

In the blink of an eye, twenty consecutive slashes were carried out. Each time, Qingluan's speed and strength increased by one point. Until later, Qingluan's two sharp claws were like sharp blades, directly shattering and cutting through the void.

There was actually a little noise.

Not only does it make people feel scared, but fortunately, even if Qingluan is extremely fast, its speed will drop instantly in a place of a few feet. The faster the speed, the more it will drop. In this way, it is not too big to deal with it.

pressure.

After all, this kind of power has been reduced several times under the cover of vast power. However, Qingluan's power at this moment is based on Qingluan's awakening. Although it is not forced, it is not comfortable to endure it.

Boom...boom...

The thirty-one chops have arrived, and the sharp claws collide with the blood-red Trina Spear. In one breath, a terrifying impact fills the whole body. Then, just as the power sinks into the arm, a similar feeling arises, and so on, as if

Like greed.

"Huh? Shiling Ninth Level Pagoda!"

That's right, this strange feeling comes from the ninth-level Shiling pagoda on his arm.

The sudden change made Yan Ling'er's heart filled with doubts.

Shi Ling's ninth-level pagoda has been in an extremely quiet state since the Hanging Peak was submerged in the arm. Even in the previous battles and contacts between Duanmu Batian and Qin Xue, there was no abnormality.

How can I feel like this right now?

However, without much thought, Qingluan Holy Spirit's thirty-second strike was already in front of him.

"Hmph... The strongest attack is right in front of you. If you dare to be distracted, go to hell?"

Qingluan Holy Spirit Envoy, who came at a very fast speed, looked at Yan Ling'er, who was temporarily dull in front of him, and a smile gradually appeared on his face that was originally clouded.

The most powerful attack of the thirty-two consecutive cuts of Qingluan Cone Thorn is at the last blow. Every time a cut hits the ground, one point is superimposed. Until the thirty-two cuts, its power is probably the sum of all the previous ones. Not only that, looking at

Yan Ling'er was distracted, Qingluan Holy Spirit flashed his eyes fiercely.

On the body, the power of the blood suddenly intensified, and it also had the intention of burning. With a breath, the sharp claws took the body, and Qingluan was like a human and a weapon, turning into a sharp blade, directly cutting through the void, arriving in an instant.

Looking at Qingluan coming at a high speed, a trace of hesitation appeared on Yan Ling'er's face, but then he flashed a fierce force and shot out with one arm, a touch of gas that resembled the awakening of an ancient spiritual weapon. Under the vast creation of the ruins of stars, it was as if it were ancient times.

Like something awakening.

"slow!"

With a whisper, the speed of Qingluan's transformed blade was, as expected, just like the thirty-one slashes before. At this time, Yan Ling'er, with Qingluan's face full of horror, raised his arm,

It looked like his arm had been chopped off.

"Are you crazy?"

Looking at Yan Ling'er who took action in an instant, countless unknowns and puzzles flashed across Qingluan's face. At this moment, his arm was as fragile as tofu under the thirty-two chops.

"No reaction yet?"

"Not yet?"

…

"Really not?"

Although Qingluan is as slow as a turtle crawling, the distance of a few feet is still within the blink of an eye.

Seeing that Qingluan's sharp blade was only an inch away from his arm, Yan Ling'er stared at the "tattoo" of Shi Ling's ninth-level pagoda on his arm.

Since then, he has not changed at all. It is very different from the previous one. Now, if he takes a step forward, if there is no response, he has to stop, otherwise, his arm will really be

Became a broken arm.

"Is it really an illusion?"

With doubts, Yan Ling'er slowly retracted his arm, wanting to use all his strength to fire more, but unexpectedly, at the moment when he retracted his hand, the ninth-level Shi Ling Pagoda suddenly materialized.

With a breath, Yan Ling'er felt joyful in her heart, and the arm she was about to retract returned to its original state again.

How can a spiritual creature that can devour and purify real demons be so easily injured? While gritting his teeth, an ancient nine-level pagoda slowly rose.

Qingluan's sharp blade arrived in an instant, and with one breath, the sharp blade touched Shiling's ninth-level pagoda. This time, the first-floor tower door opened instantly, and a ray of light shone out from the tower. The Qingluan Holy Spirit user, who was the same height as himself, slashed directly.

On top, in an instant, the latter's body shrank mysteriously and disappeared directly into the tower along the light.

Bang…

The crisp sound of closing the door sounded.

The ancient palace returned to silence again. Yan Ling'er quietly looked at the ninth-order Shiling pagoda on her arm, her eyes widened to the extreme. But under such gaze, the ninth-order Shiling pagoda turned into a "tattoo" again.

, stay on Yan Linger’s arm!

"Is this...accepted?"