Yan Ling fantasy world

The old man looked at the flattering smile of the young man in front of him and the unspoken mysterious look in his eyes. He suddenly felt something bad. His soul instantly rose into the sky until it was more than ten feet above the ancient palace, and then he stopped. There was a subtle emotion in his eyes.

"You kid, what are you looking at? It's so... beautiful!"

The old man's words, the flick of his sleeves, seemed to be inspired by the young man's smile, and there was a bit of joy and corruption. This made Yan Ling'er below feel a little dumbfounded and didn't know how to speak.

I just wanted to ask some questions, so I naturally wanted to be flattering, but I didn't expect that now, it actually caused such a big mood swing in the old man.

He shook his head helplessly, his flattering smile faded and turned into a normal charm, and he said with a smile: "I've looked and asked, is it my turn?"

As she spoke, Yan Linger's brows were frivolous.

"What's the matter? I don't know, how can I know?"

Looking at Yan Ling'er's expression, the old man looked melancholy and refused one after another. In his words, he did not ask any questions but directly avoided them. Everyone knew that the old man already knew what Yan Ling'er wanted to ask.

Seeing the old man's demeanor, Yan Ling'er smiled slightly. The latter's behavior was not intended to mean that there was no three hundred taels of silver in this place. However, for such an old fox, he had to put some thought into it.

"The current situation is uncomfortable, right?"

"It's comfortable, it's very comfortable. Just don't bother me, you little naughties!" The old man said to Yan Ling'er again, looking confident and confident.

Seeing this, Yan Ling'er knew that the old man in front of him was probably someone who had been harassed before, but the result was unknown. In this case, Yan Ling'er had no choice but to shake his head again. In the next scene, a dense flame spirit plant appeared in front of him.

In the palace.

At this moment, Yan Ling'er said nothing and looked at the old man Xukong with a smile.

However, when the old man saw Lingzhi for the first time, his soul stopped for a moment. The next second, he flew down quickly and headed straight for Lingzhi. However, just when his soul was only a few feet away from Lingzhi, Lingzhi disappeared out of thin air the next second.

disappear.

"Ah...ah...don't put it away, that's...that's...I haven't seen it clearly yet!"

Seeing the old man like this, Yan Ling'er smiled slightly, held the ring lightly with her fingers, and her smile gradually widened: "How is it? Can we talk now?"

"Say? What did you say?"

Yan Ling'er looked at the confused old man's soul, smiled slightly, and said nothing. He still held the ring lightly with his fingers. He slowly closed his eyes and ignored the old man. His state was as if he was entering meditation.

The old man's soul pretended to be calm, and then, from the corner of his eyes, he looked in the direction of Yan Ling'er. The latter looked content and had nothing to do with him, which made his face a little awkward, a little tangled, and he rolled his eyes, as if he was also waiting for something.

Fan.

However, after waiting like this for a few minutes, the old man couldn't hold it any longer and slowly floated towards Yan Ling'er again.

"I said, little friend, you just..."

"Um?"

"What did you just do..."

"no!"

"It's not the seventh grade..."

"No! It's not!"

The old man looked at the young man with his eyes closed, and there was a hint of probing in his words, but what he got later was only Yan Ling'er's indifferent reply. The old man looked a little embarrassed looking at this, but he still suppressed a smile.

"Little friend..."

"What you just took out was not the seventh grade..."

"no…"

"Little friend, please stop teasing me. I clearly saw that just now..."

"No, no, you saw it wrong!"

While the old man was flattering, his eyes were still fixed on Yan Ling'er's acceptance, and he tried his best to test it, but unexpectedly, Yan Ling'er was not familiar with it, which made the old man even more awkward.

It's a bit embarrassing to put it behind your back.

Finally, as if he had made up his mind, the old man gritted his teeth and said: "Little friend, if you have any questions, you might as well ask directly, but can you show me your spiritual plant again?"

The old man had already lowered his posture as he spoke.

Seeing this, Yan Linger knew that the goal had been achieved, but in the current situation, he was afraid that he would not be able to get the answer he wanted.

Ever since, in the palm of my hand, the spiritual plant appeared next time. The dark yellow lotus looked particularly dazzling in this ancient palace. The rich fire spirit it exuded looked particularly special in this desolate secret realm where even fire spirits were extremely scarce.

noble.

"Seventh grade spiritual plant, Huangquan Zunlian!"

Yan Ling'er looked at Lingzhi in front of her, raised her head towards the old soul, and said a little provocatively, but his words sounded a little trembling to the old man's ears, and the soul could not help but move closer to Lingzhi.

Walking to a place within reach again, Yan Linger moved his palm slightly, directly behind his body again.

This time, he did not put it away directly, but kept it away from the old man, but within the visible range, and said with a smile: "Where is this place?"

After getting back to business, Yan Linger asked with a smile.

Looking at the spiritual plant from a distance, the old man's face was full of greed, but he could not take action directly. With a hint of doubt, he said: "My little friend, is this really the seventh-grade spiritual plant, Huangquan Zunlian?"

Looking at it, Yan Ling'er nodded slightly, agreed to the answer, and said with a smile: "This old man should know better than me, right? Is there something wrong with being so probing and asking?"

Hearing this, the old man awkwardly touched the back of Soul's head, and said with a slightly embarrassed smile: "Hahaha...I was too worried. I didn't expect to see a seventh-grade spiritual plant in such a desolate place. It's really rare."

"Oh, by the way, where is this?"

"Isn't this Heihe City? Outside the city wall, it's written clearly..."

"Clearly clear" has not yet been finished, Yan Ling'er's hands of Huang Quan Zunlian were once again wrapped in the power of flames, and looked like they were about to put them away, causing the old man to immediately retract his original words.

The smile faded and he continued: "The original name of this place is the Ancient River Battlefield. It is an ancient battlefield left over from ancient times when humans and monsters fought against the saints."

"Thousands of years ago, tens of millions of strong men from the human race, demon race, and saint race shed their blood in this constant battle, and their blood all flowed into the ancient river."

"With the passage of time, the unwillingness during the battle turned into resentment, which continued to settle in the ancient river, eventually leading to the current appearance of the Heihe River."

"Not only that, the complex and changeable circumstances have caused the Black River to contain strange creatures that are contrary to the laws of nature, such as corpse turtles, weird holy spirits, and other weird creatures that go against nature."

"However, it is all the result of a firm-willed soul and belief."

"And the name of Heihe has also been accumulated over a long period of time and gradually passed on."

The old soul man looked up at the ancient palace and recalled the past, which made Yan Ling'er realize that this was how Heihe City came to be.

Even so, it is also a sad story.

However, in the Black River, ordinary turtle corpses have the same result.

"Thousands of years ago, countless powerful people entered the secret realm. Is there no way to purify this black river?"

"Also, what is the so-called unnatural law?"

For thousands of years, countless genius flamers have invaded the Yuanlu battlefield, and this seems to be one of them. If he can find it, there will naturally be others who can find it.

However, why do these people who discovered it not do anything for the current Black River City?

"It is not in line with the laws of nature. It is actually a mixture of the resentment of the human race, the demon race, and the killing thoughts of the saint race. For thousands of years, countless human race and demon race geniuses have come here, but they have all been slaughtered by the Holy Spirit and turned into one in this black river.

It’s just a corpse turtle!”

"this…"

Hearing this, Yan Ling'er suddenly felt his scalp numb. This place was actually like this. In the Lingqu Continent, the Saint Clan was in decline. They had been hiding in the Four Forbidden Lands and never left the Forbidden Lands. At least, their demon spirits existed.

Basically, I never leave the four forbidden areas.

Now, how is it possible that for thousands of years, many Holy Spirits have been arranged to slaughter the geniuses?

"The Holy Clan is out there and has been declining. How can it be possible to slaughter the geniuses?" Yan Ling'er asked in confusion. Thinking back to the shrinking of the Saint Clan over the years, he was puzzled in every possible way.

"This is unknown. Every hundred years, there are spirits of the saints coming. They seem to be looking for or guarding this place, but they don't know what their intentions are. However, the group has destroyed the human race and the demons

It’s a must-do for the clan’s genius.”

Hearing this, Yan Ling'er felt a sense of fear. She thought that the Yuanlu battlefield was where the human race would find their fate, but she didn't expect that it had become the burial place of the human race's geniuses.

I thought that the battlefield itself was dangerous at that time, but I didn't know that the handiwork of the saints was hidden in it. The results are really terrible when you think about it carefully.

Doing this will only send the geniuses of the human race and the demon race into the pit of fire.

Thinking about it on the contrary, on the Lingqu Continent, the Saint Clan has been declining, and the Human Race and Monster Clan are being slaughtered on the Yuanlu Battlefield. What is the reason for this?

How come the Flamer who got out said so little about what happened on the Yuanlu battlefield? Is this battlefield based on the battlefield?

Or where the grave is?

Thinking carefully about all the things happening on the Yuanlu battlefield, Yan Ling'er felt even more awkward and couldn't explain what was wrong.

If you think about it carefully, after the fall of the geniuses of the human race and the demon race, and the massacre of the saints, why did they not rise again?

What are they waiting for?

At this moment, what kind of act would it be to inform the human race and the demon race of the entry of the saint clan, and also reach an agreement?

What role do the Thirteen Forces of Nine Provinces play among them? Yan Ling'er has countless doubts in his heart. He is puzzled by this, just like his own rebirth?

In this way, in this Lingqu Continent, there is a vague invisible big hand, playing with the chessboard, but what is my role on the chessboard?

unknown.

"We are from the same human race, and you are the ancestor, why didn't you stop it?" Qian Fan thought, and it hit the spot. Yan Ling'er looked at the old man in front of him, and asked with a little resentment, somewhat blaming him.

But isn’t it important to have the care and care of our ancestors?

"Stop it? You think too highly of me. This Seven Colors True Palace is the natal spiritual weapon of the Lord of Seven Colors. Its operation is independent of heaven and earth. I can't interfere with it. Moreover, even if I have the intention, I don't have the heart.

My strength, I am just a remnant soul now!"

"You're not the owner here?"

The old man's words made Yan Ling'er even more surprised. Looking at the old man's soul hiding in the ice light, he had always thought that the old man was the master of this place, but now, he actually said no? Then what is his identity?

"Me? Of course not, no, it should be said that it was once half!"

"Ever counted as half?"

The more he talked, the more confused he became, which made Yan Linger frown even more.

Well, I used to be ignorant of the heights of the world and wanted to control the Seven Colorful True Palace. Unfortunately, not only was I unable to control it, but I also encountered the Seven Colorful True Palace's resistance and was severely wounded. Later, I was attacked by a sneak attack and finally fell here. However, simply, in

A hiding place was found in this seven-colored true palace, leaving behind this residual soul.

"You...what state were you in when you died?"

"It's a pity that the Supreme Peak is reached. If we break through the Supreme and reach a higher level, I think there should still be a chance!"

Hearing this, Yan Ling'er's scalp was numb. His peak strength was no more than this, but in front of the Colorful True Palace, he could only suffer a heavy blow. What kind of spiritual treasure was this?

However, after thinking about it carefully, Yan Linger still knew that there were many illogicalities in it.

The old man would not be able to avoid controlling such a treasure. Furthermore, encountering a sneak attack would be too ridiculous. Yan Ling'er looked at the cynical old man in front of him and didn't know what to say.

Silent for a long while.

"What's your name?"

"Donglin!"