Yan Ling fantasy world

Xue Jingyan nodded lightly, then raised her forehead.

At this moment, Yan Ling'er looked ugly and took a few steps back, instantly distanced herself from the many rare spiritual plants in front of her.

"You don't have to be so nervous. This flame array is very mysterious and will not attack on its own initiative."

Seeing Yan Ling'er acting like a frightened mouse, Xue Jingyan covered her mouth and laughed humanely. Seeing this, Yan Ling'er touched her head in embarrassment, then coughed twice, and inflammation lines slowly appeared on her fingertips.

"If you don't want to die, why don't you give it a try?"

Yan Ling'er, who had just built the flowers and leaves of the Emperor Garden, had not stretched out his fingers when Xue Jingyan's voice sounded again. This move made Yan Ling'er tremble in fright and look at Xue Jingyan in confusion.

"Let's go, don't try to control this flame array here, otherwise, you will die ugly."

Xue Jingyan glanced at Yan Ling'er lazily, then walked away with her hands behind her hands and her chest raised.

Hearing this, Yan Ling'er finally understood what Xue Jingyan meant, her heart warmed slightly, and she murmured to herself: "Am I that stupid?"

Walking among the spiritual plants, Yan Ling'er's mental power was slowly released, sensing the changes of hundreds of feet around him. However, the further he went towards the tens of thousands of mountains ahead, the weirder he felt in his heart. On the road to becoming a saint, why were he and Jingyan the only ones here?

Two people?

Although he cannot explore the entire world with his mental perception, judging from the analogy of perception, this world is probably only a hundred miles away.

“So quiet!”

Yan Ling'er looked around. The silence between heaven and earth was too strange. Years of fighting had made him smell the danger. At this moment, Xue Jingyan stopped, her flame patterns flashed, and her figure fell on Yan Ling'er's shoulder.

Above: "Be careful, Saint."

One person and one fox, stagnant in the world, staring into the void in front of them, their faces solemn.

"Jie Jie...it's good that we were actually discovered."

In the phantom of the void, two young figures with handsome faces and harmless faces slowly appeared. At the same time, a wisp of green smoke dissipated from the young man's palm, and he slightly cupped his hand.

"Sen Luo Death Palace, the second Holy Spirit envoy, Tiexin!"

"Sen Luo Death Palace, the third Holy Spirit envoy, Hemlock!"

"Say hello here."

"I wonder, which of the thirteen forces of the human race do you belong to?" Tie Xin bowed slightly and looked at Yan Ling'er and Tianyao Wenhu. His mouth was full of smiles. Ordinary people would probably think that the two in front of him were the two.

A young man who is harmless to humans and animals, he is a friendly partner of the human race.

Senluo Death Palace, Holy Spirit Envoy, Yan Ling'er looked at the two young men in front of him and frowned slightly. According to his perception, the strength of the Iron Heart should be within the realm of strength, and Heshan was the Saint Pattern Master.

But before that, he and Jingyan actually fell into the latter's holy pattern formation without knowing it.

However, the strength of these two people obviously has no obstacle to Yan Ling'er, and the same is true. The fire power is surging, and the desire to kill has been ignited.

"The one named Iron Shirt who is left behind is a third-grade holy pattern master. He actually has a method of seeing through this flame pattern array. It's really weird."

Hearing this, Yan Ling'er's eyebrows were also frivolous. As a third-grade holy pattern master, the holy pattern array just now was obviously not his handiwork. If so, then he could only control the current flame pattern array. Such a result is really shocking.

Similarly, when they look at each other, they seem to regard each other as fish on a chopping board.

"Phoenix Island, Yan Linger!"

"Huh? Not the Thirteen Forces, or the Loose Cultivators?"

"It's also strange, who could be so careless as to allow such a pig to enter this heavenly realm."

Tiexin and Heshan smiled at each other, scratched their heads with their fresh little hands, and their words immediately changed. The originally lovely and gentle words immediately became full of disdain. But then they frowned slightly, as if they were thinking about something unreasonable.

He stared at the boy in front of him.

Suddenly, the pupils contracted and suddenly enlarged.

"Yan Ling'er? The one the Holy Lord spoke of?"

"Yes, that's right."

Yan Ling'er smiled slightly and looked at the two young men in front of her with a ghostly look.

"Haha... It's true that if you don't take the road that God has, there is no door to hell, you just go on your own." Tie Xin looked at Yan Ling'er and danced a little with excitement. Hemlock beside him was also full of greedy expectations.

Looking at his eyes, Yan Ling'er touched her nose. Could it be that she was being treated like a soft persimmon again?

Recalling Quanze and Tiandou who died in his own hands, one of them was the first Holy Spirit envoy of the Holy Dragon Palace, and the other was the master of the Gu Erosion Demon Palace, one of the Ten Demon Palaces. These figures were all defeated.

In front of me, the two Holy Spirit envoys from Senluo Death Palace actually

He regarded him as a fish on a chopping block, and the Senluo Palace of Death where he was located was only in the middle of the Ten Demon Palaces at best. Such contempt made Yan Ling'er feel a little melancholy, but he did not leave any room for the people at the moment.

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The flame power of the Chishi Realm did not converge at all. In one breath, the pressure of the flame spirit spread to the surrounding area thousands of feet, and the iron heart and hemlock were instantly wrapped in it.

The sudden change caused their pupils to shrink suddenly.

"No, run away quickly."

The two of them were also very decisive. They sensed something was wrong and ran away immediately. However, how could they be allowed to run away with fish and meat on a chopping board?

"Linggu Spear Intent, desolate!"

Although Yan Ling'er, who has experienced the baptism of the secret realm, is still in the realm of a ruler, his own background is more than ten times stronger than when he killed Quanze. Looking at the two fleeing people, in the place where the thousands-foot-long flame spirit is oppressive,

The desolate air rose vastly out of thin air, and everything withered in the void, just like the desolate air coming from a prehistoric land, suddenly attacking the iron heart.

Tie Xin, who fled in a hurry, looked at the desolate aura and was horrified in his heart. The rich demonic aura did not restrain at all and was completely released.

"Holy skill, kill!"

Above the demonic energy, a strong murderous intention grew, and the world-destroying pressure was launched. In the next second, it attacked directly towards the desolate energy. The moment the two collided, the terrifying power spread out from the place where it broke out.

The invasion area spread hundreds of feet around.

The spiritual plants constructed from the flame patterns also shattered into stars all over the sky in such a collision of forces, and the desolate spear intention also turned into nothingness in an instant.

Seeing that the blow was successful, a contemptuous smile escaped from the corner of Tiexin's mouth.

"vase!"

As he was leaving, he did not forget to taunt Yan Ling'er. However, when he turned around, he actually saw the smile on Yan Ling'er's lips.

"Huh? Not good!"

"Gee, did you find it? But it's too late!"

"Buddha Spirit Art, fourth level, parasitism!"

"Buddha Spirit Art, third level, cave killing!"

Tie Xin, who was still arrogant and taunting just a second ago, suddenly felt a strong aura of desolation filling his whole body, and like a giant beast from the wild, he was immersed in the magic core in an instant.

At the same time, Tiexin fled forward, and a black hole of more than ten feet was formed in an instant.

The air of desolation soaked into the magic core, and the restless Tie Xin's figure came to an abrupt halt. At this moment, the black hole more than ten feet in front suddenly sent out an aurora-like attack, heading straight towards Tie Xin's magic core. At this moment, Tie Xin

, still in a daze, when he woke up again, the demon core had disappeared, and dark black blood was flowing out of his body.

"This... this is impossible, you... why are you so..."

"ah..."

After a miserable roar, Tie Xin's vitality disappeared, leaving behind a cold corpse and dark blood infecting the world.

Hearing the miserable roar behind him, Hemlock was fleeing, and his heart had already turned cold. In terms of fighting strength, he was not as good as Tie Xin. The latter was killed so easily, so what could he do.

"Damn it, how come you are so strong? How did these two bastards Sweet Pea and Izumi hunt around me?"

When they first entered the secret realm, Yan Ling'er's movements were discovered by the Saint Clan. Likewise, Quanze was transferred to hunt, but who knew it would turn out like this. I thought they were just careless, but now it seems that the hunt may have failed.

As he cursed, Hemlock sped up even more.

The breeze blew by, and I felt the fluctuations of the surrounding spiritual plants, then stopped, and Yan Ling'er had arrived.

"asshole!"

Very close at hand, the holy pattern flashed on Hemlock's fist, and the power of the flame patterns from the surrounding spiritual plants mysteriously gathered towards Hemlock's fist. There was an unscheduled offensive in the beginning, but after it was strengthened, it was strengthened again.

With a touch of coldness, all the offensives were directed at Yan Ling'er, and the rich demonic energy, accompanied by the power of the holy pattern, poured out instantly.

Yan Ling'er was slightly shocked as she looked at the fist of holy patterns that contained demonic energy.

"Sure enough, it has the power to invoke the flame array, tsk tsk...!"

Compared with Tie Xin, Hemlock's strength is obviously weaker. He can only reach the late stage of Demonic Realm at best. However, with the increase of the flame pattern formation and fierce attack, it is amazing to reach the realm of inches. With such a leap, I really don't know if Hemlock is

Even though he is a genius, he still thinks that the power of this flame array is too abnormal.

Even so, a head-on kill for Yan Ling'er was only a matter of one move. Unfortunately, Xue Jingyan wanted to be captured alive, and he was also very greedy for the mystery of controlling the flame formation.

However, truly capturing him alive would be nothing but trouble.

A smile appeared on his cheeks, wrapped in golden flames, and his fist filled with desolate energy directly touched it.

boom…

Incited by destructive power, the golden flames did not have a strong attacking posture, but they had destructive connotations. The golden flames directly swept across the surrounding land. On top of it, blood-red flames emerged, and in an instant, hundreds of people around were surrounded.

The flame-patterned spiritual plants and spiritual beasts that were ten feet tall were all destroyed.

"Now!"

Seeing the destruction of the flame patterns around the hemlock, Yan Ling'er's smile spread, and her figure disappeared in an instant, as a whirlwind of flame power directly invaded.

Hemlock, who was unharmed by the fierce attack, was just glad that he was unharmed, but suddenly he sensed the changes in the surrounding flame array, and his face suddenly became nervous.

"not good!"

When he wanted to borrow the power of the flame array again, there was already a palm in front of the magic core in his chest, filled with golden flames. There was also a blood-red flame on it, which was particularly mysterious, but it made him dare not move.

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"Not bad, not bad."

A hundred feet away, Xue Jingyan smiled and praised, before jumping, she landed on Yan Ling'er's shoulder.

At the same time, in the place where the battle had just taken place, the flame power faded away, and the surrounding flame formations recovered at an astonishing speed. In just half a moment, everything was restored as before, as if it had not been destroyed.

Yan Ling'er looked at Hemlock under control with a smile on her face, and raised her head confidently.

Seeing Yan Ling'er's strength, there was no doubt that another loud chestnut hit was coming.

"Why are you so excited? Can't we solve the problem by dealing with these two rubbish?"

"The one I'm praising is your Buddha Spirit Technique, it's actually reached the fourth level!"