Yan Ling fantasy world

Yan Ling'er, who was still content with his achievements, smiled awkwardly, looked at the hemlock in front of him, and asked maliciously: "How to deal with it?"

"How to deal with it? Beat him half to death."

Hearing Xue Jingyan's words, Hemlock, who had been controlled, looked horrified. He originally thought that he had value, but just now he didn't act like an iron heart and kill him instantly. Looking back, his emotions grabbed him, just for the purpose of abuse?

Frightened, he felt something was wrong and begged for mercy.

"Yan... Yan Ling'er, you, just ask if you have anything, why bother..."

Looking at the extremely sensible Hemlock, Yan Ling'er chuckled. This was the most boneless demon spirit he had ever seen. However, Yan Ling'er still didn't understand the latter's begging for mercy. He casually interrupted with words and beat the Hemlock.

Half dead, with only his last breath left, hanging in the air.

One person and one fox, looking at each other and smiling.

"How do you control the power of the Flame Pattern Array?"

"It's... it's a silver platter!"

The half-dead Hemlock whispered feebly. However, after speaking, he immediately covered his mouth, as if he had let something slip, with a look of regret on his face.

Yan Linger looked at Heshan and smiled.

"Silver platter? What is that?"

Between bared teeth, he looked at Hemlock in front of him with all evil intentions, as if waiting for him to hand over the so-called silver platter.

However, the latter looked at Yan Ling'er, and at this moment, he pretended not to speak.

Yan Ling'er shook her head when she saw the coffin without shedding tears. The chill gradually rose, and the cold murderous intention made the hemlock tremble. The next moment, the golden flames filled with blood-red flames were directly engulfed in the iron.

In Shan's body, in a blink of an eye, he arrived at the place of the demon core.

"Wait...wait...I said!"

Before feeling the approach of death, Hemlock finally couldn't suppress his fear and quickly begged for mercy again.

"explain!"

"The silver plate is the most precious treasure of the Saint Clan. In this illusion of the pagoda, it has the wonderful function of driving the Saint Pattern Formation of the Illusion Suppression Realm. However, there is only one piece for the entire Saint Clan." Heshan whispered, constantly looking at Yan Ling'er as he spoke.

His face changed, and he was timidly afraid of saying the wrong word, and the golden flame filled with blood-red flames would burn the magic core.

"There is only one piece of the illusion of the pagoda, and it falls into your hands?"

Yan Ling'er murmured the name of the illusion to himself, and then asked doubtfully, he didn't think Hemlock in front of him was qualified to hold such a treasure. Not to mention other things, Tiandou was more suitable than him. Moreover, one of the Ten Demon Palaces was surrounded by

Even the palace master cannot control it, there must be someone powerful behind it, and it must be a certain palace master.

"Well...you think highly of me, what I have is just an imitation!"

Hemlock smiled awkwardly, and then, a silver compass appeared in his hand. On it, mysterious lines were filled with the power of flame patterns, and the spiritual plants and spirit beasts built around the flame patterns immediately swayed happily and moved toward the silver plate with great affinity.

Gather.

Xue Jingyan looked at the silver plate, jumped up, took it in her hand, weighed it, looked at the surrounding spiritual plants, her face was filled with curiosity.

"This small silver plate actually has the power to activate the current flame pattern formation. Most of all, it is just an imitation. The genuine product can't activate the entire spiritual formation, right?"

Yan Ling'er also looked at the silver plate in front of her with curiosity, sensing the incredible power, and feeling a little worried in her heart. After all, if the Saints really have the power to mobilize the Flame Pattern Array, then they have no chance of survival.

Looking at the silver plate, Xue Jingyan said nothing. On the fox's claws, a dense pattern of flames gradually emerged, and then slowly moved towards the silver plate.

"don't want!"

Xue Jingyan's sudden move frightened Heshan's face, and she shouted loudly. However, when he shouted, the flame pattern had reached the silver plate.

"hiss..."

Like fire, the silver plate instantly turned into a line of black ashes and slowly dissipated into the sky and earth. The surrounding spiritual plants and spiritual beasts, which were originally highly intimate, seemed to have lost their direction and returned to their original state.

"It's quite mysterious."

Xue Jingyan watched the black ashes dissipate in front of her and said with a smile. Her words fell on Yan Ling'er's ears, but they were nothing, while the Hemlock's face was ashen.

"Stop being so rigid and tell me why?"

Xue Jingyan kicked Hemlock twice in the back. The fluctuation in her heart made him one step closer to the power of inflammation, and her face was filled with discomfort.

Seeing this, Yan Ling'er slowly withdrew the flame power from the side of the magic core, which seemed to be a relief, but the Hemlock's expression did not improve at all: "Dead, dead!"

He whispered to himself in a low voice, like a dying person.

"If you don't answer, you will really die." Yan Ling'er threatened Hemshan, looking at him as if he was demented and stupid.

Hearing this, Heshan's face sank like water, as if he was dead, and said: "The silver plate comes from the palace master. The entire pagoda illusion has a total of eighteen pieces, controlled by eighteen third-grade holy pattern masters. In the silver plate,

It also has our mark. Once it has a mark that does not belong to us, it will automatically burn and die. The result will be the death of the Holy Pattern Master."

"Oh? So, they thought you were dead?"

"If so, that would be great. The only people who know the secret of the Silver Plate are our eighteen Holy Pattern Masters and the ten Palace Masters. No other Holy Spirit envoys know about it. But when other powers are infiltrated, the Palace Masters

We will all be treated as traitors."

Hearing this, Yan Ling'er and Xue Jingyan looked at each other and smiled. No wonder the latter had such a relationship as if their dead parents. As the master of the Ten Demon Palaces, they were so indifferent to the death of the Holy Spirit user, and betrayal appeared in front of them.

I'm afraid that the whole palace will gather its strength and focus on chasing him to death.

Right now, for Hemlock, it would be the same as death.

Regarding this, Yan Ling'er and Xue Jingyan could only shake their heads helplessly, knowing that the total number of silver plates was only eighteen yuan, which was not bad. After all, this illusion was so big that it would be extremely difficult to encounter another one.

He clapped his hands, as if everything was settled.

However, Yan Ling'er's actions made Heshan feel even more uncomfortable. At this moment, Yan Ling'er was no longer killing him, but the pursuit and results of the Saint clan would probably be even more miserable than the pain of calcining the magic core just now.

"Yan Ling'er, Yan... Master Yan, why don't you let me follow you."

Heshan's sudden move made Yan Ling'er slightly startled, and then he smiled. The pain of his clan being wiped out by the saints was still burning. Although it was not the fault of Heshan in front of him, he still disdained to take in a demon clan.

He glanced at Hemlock with disdain and immediately turned his head. Not killing him at this moment was already the greatest gift. Seeking asylum was simply ridiculous.

However, just as he was about to take steps, a voice behind him made him stop suddenly.

"Master Yan, I have information about Yan Liuxi. She is being hunted at this moment."

boom...

The golden flame power was released instantly, and the strong pressure of the flame spirit rushed straight towards the hemlock. At this moment, it was as if it was going to crush the hemlock to death.

Feeling the pressure of the flame spirits coming from all around, Heshan was even more horrified. The strength Yan Ling'er displayed at this moment definitely reached the strength of the master of a palace, and was even a bit stronger than ordinary palace masters. At this moment, he had just

You know, it turns out that Yan Ling'er is not a fish that slipped through the net, but a tiger emerges from the mountain.

"Tell me, what happened to Yan Liuxi?"

"Ahem..." The intense pressure made Heshan cough immediately.

In the demon core, a steady stream of demon energy continued to pour out to reach the external pressure. Although it was extremely difficult, Hemlock finally had the strength to breathe and said: "When the area was guarded and assigned, by coincidence, I heard the Great Holy Spirit envoy

Tiansu Crocodile said that he discovered that among the Phoenix Island Flamers who came out of the Qinglong Secret Realm, one of them seems to be quite familiar with you, named Yan Liuxi."

"How does he know that Yan Liuxi is familiar with me?"

"It is said that the Holy Clan army heading to Phoenix Continent has a leader from the Tiansu Clan."

At this point, Yan Ling'er's fire power became even more fierce and uncontrollable, heading straight towards Hemlock. Judging from its appearance, it seemed as if it was about to kill him immediately.

Feeling the pressure of the surrounding flame spirits, Hemlock, who was already overwhelmed, suddenly spurted out a mouthful of dark black blood. At this time, the blood on Yan Ling'er's shoulder, the fox claws lightly brushed Yan Ling'er's head, and the sea of ​​consciousness kept calling.

Yan Ling'er's soul.

Finally, after a while, Yan Linger gradually calmed down, and the pressure of the Yanling gradually receded.

Feeling the pressure of the surrounding flame spirits disappear, Heshan immediately collapsed on the ground, looking at the young man in front of him with fear in his eyes.

Regarding the latter, most of the Holy Spirit Envoys of the Holy Race have heard about it this time. Originally, he thought that the latter could gain the attention of the Holy Lord, which seemed very inconspicuous. After all, how could someone from the remote and desolate Phoenix Continent be so eye-catching?

Now it seems that it is not as simple as it seems.

"Where is the Tiansu Crocodile?"

Although the killing intent in Yan Ling'er's cold voice had subsided, the piercing sensation still made Hemlock tremble.

"The fourth area."

"Walk..."

Without stopping at all, after hearing what Heshan said, Yan Ling'er said directly. When Heshan saw this, he was slightly happy. He thought he was dead, but now he actually has the hope of living again. After all, with Yan Ling'er's strength, it is indeed

It can block the pursuit of many saints. At least the ordinary palace master has no pressure. If he is lucky enough to leave this pagoda illusion, he is afraid that there will be no place for him as a third-grade flame pattern master on the mainland.

Without stopping, Hemlock was obedient and simply moved forward.

Watching Heshan leave, Xue Jingyan also said: "Aren't you afraid it's a trap?"

"Even if it's a trap, I still have to go there. There aren't many left of the Yan clan now."

Yan Ling'er looked at the direction in which Heshan was leaving, and her mind was already reminded of Aunt Dalangbo whom she saw when she was a child.

Although the latter's love for him is far less than that of Aunt Suxin, she is one of the few people who is close to him. In addition, the Yan clan was exterminated, so this feeling made him take it more seriously. Therefore, Hemlock's words in front of him

Whether it was true or false, he had to go there.

If it was false, he would leave with full confidence. If it was true and he didn't go, he would regret it for the rest of his life.

The affirmation in her heart made Xue Jingyan say nothing. She thought of the high-spirited young man ten thousand years ago, but she smiled slightly and said nothing as she did now.