Yan Ling fantasy world

Yan Ling'er, holding the dark black light and shadow like hair, suddenly pulled it up, and the dark black mist shook like thousands of meridians, and dark black filaments slowly emerged from the mist.

"Haha, it's you!"

Looking at the black thread emerging from the mist, a smile bloomed at the corner of Yan Ling'er's mouth. At this moment, blood-red golden flames spread upward from the black thread and enveloped the entire involved behemoth.

And go.

“God have mercy, God have mercy!”

When the blood-red golden flames instantly shrouded it like burning fire, in the dark black mist ahead, a cry of pleading came out.

Hearing this, a smile appeared on the corner of Yan Ling'er's mouth, and the pull of the flames stopped, and the dark light and shadow slowly emerged in the mist. Within a few breaths, a creature filled with countless hair-like tentacles appeared on the surface, and Yan Ling'er held it in his hand.

The black threads are clearly the tentacles above the creature's head.

"Allah? Do you know me?"

Pulling the tentacles with her hands, Yan Linger asked with a cold voice.

The dark creature below raised its head slightly and looked up at Yan Ling'er above his head. Although his hair-like tentacles were hundreds of feet long, his head was like flowing magma in Yan Ling'er's hand.

He is taller than him.

"No...I don't know, but the person who can master the ninth-level pagoda of Shi Ling is Allah."

The words of the dark creature made Yan Ling'er slightly shocked. He actually knew the Shiling Ninth-level Pagoda, but after thinking about the place at hand, he shook his head slightly. It would be strange if he didn't recognize it.

The one who controls the ninth-level pagoda of Shi Ling is Allah, but he never knew this.

"What kind of creature are you? Why are you here?"

Looking at the ninth-level Shiling pagoda in his hand, he also has many unknowns. Now, he seems to have found someone who understands. He can't wait to understand. What's more, this is only the fourth level, and there are so many unsolved problems on it.

Mystery? What risks will we encounter?

You must know that at this moment, if he had not seen the clues from the Shiling Nine-Story Pagoda, it would have been extremely difficult to get out.

When the dark creature heard about Yan Ling'er, he was trembling with fear and said flatteringly: "God, the slave is the master of the mist stream. He lives in the ninth-level pagoda of Shiling. He was arranged to be stationed here a long time ago."

"Lord of the Mist Flow? Arranged to be stationed here? Nonsense, there are obviously creatures similar to you living in Shiling's ninth-level pagoda."

Yan Ling'er suddenly stopped talking and immediately smiled evilly and said: "Could it be that you were originally a couple?"

Looking at Yan Ling'er's appearance, the face of the Mist Master whose tentacles were pulled out from below was obviously filled with a hint of embarrassment. Yan Ling'er couldn't help but feel happy at such a scene.

"Could it be true that you were right?"

"God, how bad are you? I am just a piece that has been stripped off. However, after thousands of years of nourishment, I have now developed spiritual consciousness."

"Huh? Strip it off? Didn't you be sent to guard it? How can it be that it has no soul?"

I have doubts in my heart. The Lord of the Mist Flow below is obviously like a human spirit, and the control over him is just between his hands. How can he only nourish spiritual consciousness?

If he were at the peak, his strength would be unimaginable.

Thinking of this, Yan Ling'er thought of the holy emperor's heart lotus in the Najie. The potential of the Lord of Mist Current could be comparable to it. With such a strong person, Yan Ling'er instantly felt a sense of acceptance.

"Ahem...just now, I was in this dark mist, why didn't you attack me?"

After coughing twice, Yan Ling'er looked at the Lord of Mist Flow in front of him, with a kind smile on his face.

In the previous situation, the Lord of the Mist Flow in front of him seemed to have no ill intentions, but the dark black mist in Shiling's ninth-order pagoda was extremely ferocious, and his spiritual power was drawn out, swallowing him up immediately. He did not regard him as Allah at all, and even

, has a strong unfriendly charm. If you can take the master of the mist in front of you as your own, your strength will increase greatly. At least, not everyone can resist this dark mist.

"Allah, the dark mist you are talking about probably refers to the mist realm. This is my destiny, and it is also one of my means. Even if I have a hundred courages to attack you, I would not dare to attack you."

Under the head of the Lord of Fog, the tentacles danced and swayed, which was a bit cute. Seeing this, the smile in Yan Ling'er's heart became more obvious. After thinking a little about Jie Chen, her eyes filled with tears, and said: "Hey, you can

So loyal."

There was a hint of crying in Yan Ling'er's words, and her mood changed in an instant. At this moment, she slowly let go of the tentacles in her hands.

The Lord of Mist Flow felt the tentacles loosening and a feeling of joy emitted from the dancing of thousands of black silk tentacles, but then he saw Yan Ling'er's emotions, a little confused, and said: "God, you... what's wrong with you?

?”

"Hey...you, you don't know something."

The tentacles came lightly, and Yan Linger pushed it away with her hands, with a sad face.

Seeing this, thousands of tentacles came in softly, brushing Yan Ling'er's surroundings.

"Allah, what happened? Do you want to take back the Mist Territory? I...I will take it back right away."

The Lord of the Fog Flow moved vigorously and resolutely, and as he spoke, the dark black fog instantly converged at an alarming speed. Seeing this, Yan Linger quickly stopped him and said: "No...it's not."

I thought about how many demon spirits there were in this foggy area. Who knew what trouble would be caused if they were suddenly withdrawn. However, the emotional drama was over, and Yan Ling'er's words gradually stopped crying, and filled the air with a touch of "God"

The attitude it should have.

"You are the Lord of Mist Flow, right? Do you have a name? Forget it, let's call you Xiao Wu!"

Yan Ling'er's words were like firecrackers. He didn't wait for the Lord of Mist in front of him to speak before finishing his name. However, the Lord of Mist's sincerity was not limited to these details in front of him.

"You can call me whatever Allah says. From now on, I will be called Xiaowu."

"Hey, Xiaowu, you don't know something. The former master of the Shiling Ninth-level Pagoda, I don't know what kind of big shot he offended from the Holy Clan.

The living things have been eroded by the saints, and I spent all my efforts to level the first and third floors."

After saying that, the fire power was injected, and the first layer of Qingluan and the third layer of Donglin slowly emerged, and the next moment, they disappeared into the void.

"Other levels are still controlled by the saints, including the Lord of the Fog Flow on the fourth level."

After saying that, Yan Ling'er was like a drama queen, crying again.

Until this moment, the master of the mist stream suddenly counterattacked with his ingenuity, patted his chest and abdomen towards Yan Ling'er and said: "If the gods are not equal, how about Xiaowu leveling the fourth level?"

The Lord of Mist's words came to light, and Yan Ling'er was overjoyed.

He put all his effort into the performance and finally achieved his goal, but at the last moment, he still flicked his cheek and said: "If Ru Xiaowu is willing to relieve his worries, that would be great. With my current strength, there is really nothing I can do against him."

"Allah, what are you talking about? I originally belonged to the Shiling Ninth-level Pagoda, and I have been wandering for thousands of years. I am finally lucky enough to return. I want to thank you."

“However, there is one thing I still have to remind you, Allah.”

"Oh? What reminder?"

The reminder of thousands of years of soul, even if Yan Ling'er is reborn for ten thousand years, he must listen carefully. Who knows, it may be Ta Dou's experience or a shortcut. If so, he can wake up laughing even thinking about it.

Ears up, eyes sparkling with stars, and a smile on your face.

"The Shiling Ninth-level Pagoda is a divine tool of heaven and earth. It can accommodate only nine creatures. To a certain extent, its power and height depend on the power of the creatures it contains. At the moment, Qingluan and the human race Yan

I can’t praise you for your strength. If you continue to take in these guys so casually, I’m afraid you will ruin this ninth-order Shiling pagoda in the future.”

The Lord of Mist's words were not polite at all. In a moment, Yan Ling'er could clearly feel the restless response coming from the tower in his hand.

After being baptized in the secret realm, Qingluan has already entered the spirit demon realm and reached the late stage of the spirit demon realm. After being purified by the ninth-level pagoda of Shi Ling, the influence of the demon species has become less and less. This time, his strength is also good.

As for Donglin, he was originally

The supreme powerhouse has experienced a considerable increase in strength after experiencing the baptism of the secret realm. Although he has never stepped into the real realm, the power he can use has also reached the realm of physical reality. He can even be driven by some kind of force to perform real-world attacks.

It has never been impossible.

With such strength, being ranked at the third level is actually a waste in the eyes of the Lord of Mist Flow, and the consequences can be imagined.

Injection of inflammation and some soothing.

But in terms of strength, the current Lord of Mist Flow also has the capital to speak like this.

"Okay, I will pay more attention to it later."

"Before entering, I don't know what Xiaowu's plans are at the current situation. Those powerful saints..."

As the Lord of Mist Flow withdrew, Yan Ling'er's powerful mental power immediately sensed the changes in the fourth level, which contained nearly two hundred powers, including many powerful saints.

And all of them were strong enough to compete with Cun Shi. Such strength even frightened Yan Ling'er.

"Corroding artifacts are inherently sinful and deserve death. They are dissatisfied with Allah. Although I can erase some of them, there are so many powerful forces that I can't do much about."

The Lord of Mist Flow looked around, as if the situation of heaven and earth was under his control. Looking at the many powerful saints in front of him, a helpless smile appeared.

Hearing this, Yan Linger also smiled slightly.

He did not expect the Lord of the Mist to be completely annihilated. Even if the Lord of the Mist agreed, all this would be too unrealistic. However, if he could hunt some, the road ahead would be easier.

Looking at the Lord of the Fog Flow, he solemnly said: "Then please Xiao Wu, please do your best!"

Hearing this, the Lord of Mist Flow also had unusually firm eyes.

Through the cover, Yan Ling'er could clearly see the rich light flickering among the thousands of black threads. Among them, the breath of life was particularly strong. The next moment, a strong murderous intention passed by, and the rich dark black light and shadow suddenly invaded towards those breaths of life.

go.

In one breath, nearly fifty breaths of life suddenly stopped and disappeared into thin air.

At this moment, the Lord of Mist Flow showed a tired look, and the black threads slowly pulled away, and then, under the guidance, headed towards the fourth floor of the Shiling Ninth-Stage Pagoda in Yan Ling'er's hand.

Seeing everything that happened before her eyes, Yan Linger was extremely shocked.

In one breath, he was able to hunt down more than fifty demon spirits within a short distance. The method was so powerful that it was truly frightening. Although Yan Ling'er didn't know what methods the Lord of the Mist Stream used, it must have been extremely tiring for him.

Next, he entered the fourth floor of Shiling's ninth-level pagoda.

Although he had deceived him in every possible way before, the strength of the creatures on the fourth level should not be underestimated. Xiaowu's entry like this inevitably made Yan Ling'er a little worried.

However, with anger towards the Saints, Yan Ling'er believed that Xiaowu would not let him down, and in this state, a turbulent war in the fourth level would definitely begin...