Yan Ling fantasy world

In the ancient palace, Yan Ling'er sat quietly beside the candlestick, looking at the rankings on the jade slips, a smile appeared on her cheeks.

"Fourth place!"

"It's interesting. In the blink of an eye, it has reached 690,000. However, at this moment, there is still an extremely long way to go to break 100 million. The effect of the Purple Gold Order and Yuanlu's baptism is far from what I expected."

"However, I don't know how far the secret realm is now at nine points, so that I have the opportunity to start the road to becoming a saint of a hundred kings?"

Yan Ling'er played with the jade slips, thinking about it, but in the end she didn't know how to realize it.

In the current situation, he still needs to leave this ancient palace. After all, the fate of Black River City will never be here. Here, between the walls, after the previous three battles, I am afraid they have experienced a huge impact.

If there was a problem, it would have been discovered long ago.

"Gu Luosheng, the points on the Red Flame Explosive Yuan King Ranking have been basically cleared. Presumably, they have been plundered. Fortunately, the Red Gold Order is still there. This is a good result."

Thinking of the current situation of Gu Luosheng and the red flames in the jade slips, the smile on Yan Linger's cheeks remained.

It is impossible for Gu Luosheng and Gu Luosheng to go to the end in this Black River City. There is no big war here. There is nothing he can do about it and there is nothing he can do to help.

If you can survive and accumulate experience in the battle, your trip to Black River City will be an excellent benefit.

At the moment, Gu Luosheng seems to have reached that point.

"It's strange that there is only one candlestick in the ancient Nuo Palace!" Yan Ling'er looked around the candlestick with a little puzzlement in her eyes. The previous battle was so brutal, but the candlestick in front of her was still standing. It was really strange.

Touching the candlestick lightly with one hand, the thick texture of the metal touched the sea of ​​consciousness, and a touch of coldness made Yan Ling'er feel particularly comfortable, but that was all.

"What on earth is this?"

Yan Ling'er caressed the candlestick with a delicate touch. Compared with treating a woman, she was probably nothing more than that. However, a woman didn't know what to do with him being a single guy at the moment?

Shaking his head, he slowly closed his eyes and stroked the candlestick. The cold breath of metal was transmitted to the sea of ​​consciousness, and Yan Linger fell into deep thought.

Time passed by, and time passed by. I don’t know how long it had passed, but Yan Ling’er felt nothing but the coldness coming from the metal texture of the candlestick.

"Strange, could it be an illusion?"

"The current candlestick is really just a candlestick?"

Yan Ling'er was extremely confused. He recalled that at the beginning of the battle, the candlestick was swaying under the full attack of Qingluan Holy Spirit. This also showed that he should have some kind of perception, but how could it be just like this now?

Along the candlestick, Yan Ling'er's fingers gradually approached the candlelight. Before they reached it, a touch of cold air hit her instantly. She frowned slightly, gritted her teeth, and blood-red flames appeared on her palms, and then she grabbed it again.

The coldness, like an ice sculpture, coats the fingertips.

"It's not candlelight, it's an ice sculpture?"

Feeling the coldness of her fingers, Yan Ling'er's face was full of surprise. When she touched it, she was surprised to find that the source of the faint candlelight was not actually candlelight, but the icy light emitted by the extremely cold ice sculpture. The coolness in her heart also made her gradually calm down.

"Um?"

"No, if it is ice light, how could it sway under Qingluan's attack?"

"Now, how can this candlestick withstand tens of thousands of tempers without being as shaken as a mountain?"

Doubts arose in Yan Ling'er's heart. Looking around, the ancient Nuo Palace was still empty. Only the candlestick looked a little weird. However, when Yan Ling'er groped again, he didn't get many results, only once.

"Ice light? Swaying?"

After thinking for a long time, a strange idea appeared in Yan Ling'er's mind. The next second, a cold knife appeared in her hand, slowly approaching the candlestick.

"Hmph...I don't believe it. Are you still not afraid of danger?"

Yan Linger's cheek brushed with a hint of evil, and the next moment the dagger gradually approached the candlestick.

"bite…"

The cold knife collided with the candlestick, making a crisp collision sound. Afterwards, the cold knife began to scratch on the candlestick, and the metal clicked, clicked and rubbed.

However, the candlestick remained unchanged at this moment.

The faint ice light still shone on the rock wall, so Yan Ling'er was also a little confused.

"Did you really guess wrong?"

The cold knife continued upward along the candlestick. With a breath, the ice light above the candlestick flickered. Although it was extremely weak, it was impossible to escape Yan Ling'er's perception, and she was immediately overjoyed.

"Ah...is that so?"

A smile appeared on his face, he walked away slowly, moved ten steps slowly, and with a breath, the cold light was sharp, and the cold knife in his hand turned into a stream of light, heading straight towards the source of the ice light...

Quiet, breathless!

"Holy crap, are you going to destroy me?"

Suddenly, a sound of abuse resounded through the ancient palace. The sound echoed in this quiet and breathless environment, and it seemed particularly clear and distant.

At the same time, the cold knife had arrived, but the candlestick tilted greatly. The cold knife passed by, directly pierced the void, and hit the rock wall.

bite…

With a crisp sound of collision, Han Dao instantly deformed irreversibly and then fell to the ground.

Above the icy light of the candlestick, a white-haired old man, furious as thunder, slowly emerged, dancing and dancing, looking at Yan Linger's direction with a vicious look. His look was like a huge hatred and a complaint about killing his wife.

"You kid, you are so cruel!"

"Damn it!"

Hearing the old man's curse, Yan Ling'er smiled helplessly. Through his body, he couldn't see any rock wall, and his soul was floating in the air, which directly showed his state.

Taking a step forward, Yan Ling'er bowed and said with a smile: "Who told you, an old man, to be so naughty?"

"Can't you just say no?"

"You have to pretend to be a ghost and scare people. You old man is very bad!"

After saying that, a smile appeared at the corner of Yan Ling'er's mouth, and she cast a huge roll of her eyes in the direction of the old man. In this way, the gray-haired old man was speechless for a moment, and his furious posture slowly subsided, and his angry look disappeared.

Invisibly, he looked at the young man and was speechless for a long time.

Afterwards, the four eyes looked at each other, and the words turned into looking around Yan Ling'er, not knowing if he didn't leave. As soon as he left, the old man's mirror-like eyes, like lake water, showed a look of surprise one after another.

"you…"

"How come you look like an old friend?"

"Not only that, there is also the smell of the old friends, and...and...there are so many unknowns, the charm of ancient times, the charm of true meaning dust..."

"Who are you, kid?"

The old man looked around at Yan Ling'er floating around, full of strangeness. However, the old man's strangeness set off a storm in Yan Ling'er's heart.

Old friend, the taste of the tribe, although the old man pointed out clearly, he also guessed that it is the third line of the Emperor of the Suzaku Spirit Demon Clan, and the tribesman is the tenth line of the Emperor. These old people are actually related to the Suzaku Spirit.

Having connections with the demon clan is really "valuable", and if the prediction is correct, the old man must have been a super strong man during his lifetime.

Otherwise, how can we become friends with the owner of the Suzaku Spirit Demon Clan's emperor vein?

As for the third line of the emperor's bloodline, the current situation is complicated. If it is the friend of the skeleton girl, it is fine, and it can be regarded as half a "fellow traveler". But if it is the person who is chasing and killing, even if it is extremely troublesome, although the location of its skeleton has not been found at the moment

, but after all, the promise promised must be fulfilled.

The old man in front of him, although he is a soul now, seems to have control over the ancient palace. Otherwise, there would be no other flames or saints coming until now. I am afraid that such a result will be caused by the soul in front of him.

Give.

Yan Ling'er adjusted it a little and tried to ask: "I wonder who the old friend the old gentleman is?"

"Old friend!"

"That's such a long memory...it's already blurry when I think about it."

"Hey...you kid, why are you asking me this question? Tell me, where does the aura of an old friend come from in you? And the true meaning dust, you shouldn't have such strength!"

The old man opened up the ancient memories. However, just when he was about to elaborate, his clear eyes suddenly saw the young man in front of him, and he almost jumped up in anger.

The style of painting suddenly changed, and the answer was changed to a question!

Hearing this, Yan Ling'er grinned. Although the old man didn't know where he came from, at the moment, it was quite fun and a bit serious. At least, from what he could see at the moment, the essence was not bad.

However, Yan Ling'er would still be concerned about this kind of existence that became a "demon" after death.

"The true meaning dust was obtained in Yuanlu City, and it cost a lot of flame stones!"

After saying that, the rusty Trina Spear appeared in Yan Ling'er's hand. On it, the dust of true meaning had been exhausted and nothing was left, but the aura still remained.

"Firestone?"

"What kind of heavenly material and earthly treasure is that? It's actually rare to be able to replace the dust of true meaning!"

The old man was floating, looking at the Tianhe Spear wantonly, without even looking at Yan Ling'er. Regarding his answer, the latter obviously didn't care to hear it.

However, the old man's answer left Yan Ling'er speechless. Flame stones were not very valuable in the past. At least in the days when flame crystals were rampant, no one would use them. At most, they were just auxiliary spiritual objects!

But for thousands of years, it has been hard currency.

The old man in front of me has never seen a human race in a thousand years?

"Um...Old sir, that's..."

"The technique is quite good. It can use such a small amount of true meaning dust to enhance the power of this broken gun. Although this technique is very common, it is also extremely rare to see. The person who forged it is really a genius!"

Just when Yan Ling'er was embarrassed and wanted to answer Yan Shi, the old man looked at the Trina Spear and said, "Yan Ling'er" was also highly praised, but these compliments sounded helpless to Yan Ling'er.

Ten thousand years ago, there were too many ways to use the true meaning dust. Such magical weapons were actually a helpless move for him. Now, only in this way can he turn them into combat effectiveness.

However, it was such a casual and ordinary approach, but in the eyes of the old man, it was powerful.

"this…"

"Isn't this broken gun a little too good?"

Just when Yan Ling'er wanted to answer again, the old man began to look at the Trina Spear unscrupulously. When he asked questions, he blocked Yan Ling'er's words again. He tried to speak several times, but was blocked several times, leaving Yan Ling'er helpless.

Word.

Looking at the old man in front of him, he said no more.

"Are these young people silent? Just talking to themselves is fine!"

"Eh... this broken gun? It's still a bit interesting. It's still a semi-finished product. Although the true meaning dust has some effect on repairing it, it's still a lot worse than it is!"

"Giggle...you kid is full of treasures!"

"However, the strength is just a bit lacking. With this frame, I can barely do it!"

Facing the Trina Spear, the old man's soul was floating. Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at Yan Ling'er, his eyes full of disgust. However, even his peripheral vision made Yan Ling'er feel slightly chilly, as if someone had seen through everything.

A burst of flaming power covered the Trina Spear, and in the next moment, the Trina Spear turned into a ray of light and disappeared in Yan Ling'er's palm.

"Hey...you kid, why did you put it away?"

"I haven't finished reading it yet. Take it out quickly, take it out..."

Seeing the Trina Spear disappearing out of thin air, the old man immediately looked at Yan Ling'er, his eyes full of dissatisfaction and depression. However, what he got in his eyes was only a flattering smile from Yan Ling'er.

Seeing this, the old man suddenly felt chilled.

"What do you want to do?"