Yan Ling fantasy world

The dark light and shadow dissipated, and the breath of the fourth layer gradually became clearer. Yan Ling'er, who was sensing the changes around him, quickly retracted his mental power. In just a few breaths, Yan Ling'er sensed many powerful people around him in the process of retracting his mental power.

The aura of a powerful saint.

At this moment, he didn't want to get too entangled.

Because when Xiao Wu entered the tower, he had already been told that there were several powerful saints and flames that he could not control and imprison because of the treasure. Furthermore, he had already entered the upper level, and at this moment, he was already

One step behind.

Looking into the distance, several light clusters flickered faintly, and the aura emitted from them was completely different from that on the fourth level. Obviously, that was the door to Yingtian Dao.

"Let's go and let the chaos here develop."

Yan Ling'er's figure slowly disappeared, transformed into a stream of light, and suddenly flew towards one of the light groups.

However, just as Yan Ling'er left, two dark black lights and shadows appeared. Looking at the direction Yan Ling'er left, a cold light flashed in his eyes.

"Is he Yan Linger?"

"Yes, brother, the ancient ape died in his hands."

In the dark light and shadow, a faint light flickered, but the moment the light appeared, a mysterious scene occurred.

There was nothing in the light and shadow. Between the words, ripples appeared in the empty space. Then, a face that looked like a human race appeared out of thin air in the empty void. Such scenes were also like this.

When ancient apes appear, they are generally the same.

Glass man!

"Hmph... the ancient ape has ruined such a good thing."

"That's right, that's right, the Chaos Spirit should belong to the Palace Master. He, the Ancient Ape, is just relying on the Holy Dragon Palace..."

"Um?"

When the transparent creature just left the Holy Dragon Palace, there was a sound of displeasure in the dark black light and shadow on the opposite side, and a cold snort seemed to be warning the other party. At this time, the transparent creature also immediately stopped speaking.

Looking at the former in awe, he was very clear about the latter's resentment towards the Holy Dragon Palace, especially when the ancient ape was completely wiped out from the secret realm of Buddha, his smile was as if he had been baptized by the Holy King.

The dark light and shadow saw the creature in front of them behave like this. Immediately under the light and shadow, a sharp claw appeared, slowly patted the transparent creature, and said with comforting and soothing words: "This is not the time to talk too much, but since ancient times,

Ape has no fate to hold it, and it is now advantageous for me, so there is nothing more."

"When we meet again, no matter how many excuses he has, they are no longer reasonable, haha..." In the dark light and shadow, after the words fell, he let out a relieved laugh.

"Don't worry. When I obtain the Spirit of Chaos, the master of this ancient temple palace will naturally belong to you. As for your strength, after experiencing the baptism of the secret realm, are you afraid that someone will disobey the crowd?"

"Jie Jie...what the palace master said is absolutely true."

As if getting the promise from the creature opposite, the transparent creature smiled very cooperatively at this moment, with flattering words in its voice. The next moment, the two lights and shadows disappeared, and reappeared, which was the light group that disappeared in Yan Ling'er.

Before.

"Huh? Where is this, so familiar?"

Stepping through the light ball, the scene in front of him slowly appeared in front of Yan Ling'er's eyes. However, looking at the scene in front of him, Yan Ling'er felt that it was very familiar. Perhaps it was the messy memory that made him unable to remember it. However, in an instant, Yan Ling'er's

His eyes suddenly widened to the limit, and his face was filled with disbelief.

In the past, the bustling streets and alleys were filled with shouts and cries, constantly coming from the shops and roadside stalls, and the constant flow of people and merchants was full of the smell of counting.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way!"

Just when Yan Ling'er was curious and looking around at the current scene, the two rows of teams in front of them were running slowly in neat steps. In front of the team, a group of flamers dressed in extremely uniform flamer costumes looked at the guards.

The slightly rough fabric made Yan Ling'er's eyes sparkle with crystal tears.

On the flamer costumes of everyone in the team, there are exquisite patterns that have been passed down for thousands of years, and ancient handwriting is engraved on them. Yan Ling'er is very familiar with such patterns and words.

"Yan Cheng, Yan Clan Guards!"

Looking at the familiar streets of the capital in front of her, and then at the familiar guards of the Yan clan, Yan Ling'er couldn't help but say something.

"Young Patriarch, the Patriarch has been waiting for you for a long time."

The orderly stepping of the escort team came to a sudden stop in front of Yan Ling'er. Their uniform steps clearly showed that they were well-trained, and the man at the front bowed down and spoke to Yan Ling'er with great respect.

Seeing this, Yan Linger quickly stepped forward and helped up the hands of the guard in front.

"Uncle Li, you don't have to be so polite. Just leave and I will follow you back home."

Yan Ling'er looked at the faces of the guards in front and felt happy in her heart. The latter turned out to be Li Zheng, the deacon of the Spirit Artifact Building. The uncle who fought against him for offending Crown Prince Duanmu. After not seeing him for many years, the latter had not changed at all. He was so powerful.

The arms made Yan Ling'er feel extra safe.

However, when he took Li Zheng's big hand and was about to walk out, his progress suddenly stopped.

"No, you are not Uncle Li."

"Huh? Young Patriarch, why did you stop? I am Li Zheng, the square Zheng!" The guard looked at Yan Ling'er, his eyes filled with loyalty and respect. The more he looked like this, the more Yan Ling'er became...

I feel like there's something wrong with it.

Stopping his steps, his eyes were alert, and the golden flame slowly emerged.

"Ling'er, why are you so playful and don't go home?"

Yan Ling'er, who had just been enveloped by the flames, suddenly heard a woman's voice coming from behind him. His whole body suddenly softened, and all the flames dissipated in an instant. He looked ahead blankly in disbelief.

The two rows of guards quickly split into two, and the female self-defender slowly walked from the center.

"Ling'er, why are you still here? Your father called you to discuss something."

The woman walked over, her figure was dignified, and her appearance was somewhat similar to Yan Linger. Yan Linger looked at the woman approaching, her body was already trembling, her lips were trembling slightly, and she didn't know how to speak.

, hesitating and hesitating, crying into tears.

"Mother...mother."

While trembling, Yan Ling'er's legs became weak, and she slowly and uncontrollably sank down to the ground. Li Yue looked at Yan Ling'er in front, with a smile on her face. She stretched out her hands and slowly surrounded Yan Ling'er. The softness and

The comfort brought Yan Ling'er back to the feeling of childhood.

"Mother, mother, I miss you. You were always at home. I should have gone home earlier."

"Silly boy, your mother has been waiting for you at home. Where have you been all these years?"

As Yan Ling'er cried, she gradually lay comfortably in her mother's arms. At this moment, she greedily felt the power of mother's love. This comfortable feeling seemed to have lasted thousands of years.

"Yan Linger..."

"Yan Linger..."

"Yan... Ling'er..."

Just when Yan Ling'er was greedily feeling his gaze, a call suddenly came from the sea of ​​consciousness. Such a call was like a deep valley orchid, clear and comfortable. From far to near, it gradually filled Yan Ling'er's sea of ​​consciousness. She just closed her eyes.

Yan Linger slowly opened her eyes, looking at the kind and beautiful mother in front of her, her eyes gradually moistened.

"Yan Linger..."

"Yan Linger..."

"Yan Linger... wake up quickly, here..."

"The smell here is wrong."

In the sea of ​​​​consciousness, cheering figures kept ringing out, and Yan Ling'er, who was also in his arms, was like a person waking up from a nap. He looked at Li Yue in front of him and frowned slightly.

"You...you are not a mother."

"Silly boy, how could I not be a mother? Look, aren't I right here?"

"No, you're not."

Yan Linger shook her head as hard as she could, and when she looked at Li Yue again, there was a hint of dizziness in her eyes.

"Yan Linger..."

The call in the sea of ​​consciousness still continued. Yan Ling'er shook her head fiercely and looked at her mother, then at the two rows of guards behind her and the bustling streets. At this moment, although she was counting her breaths, Yan Ling'er really felt the smell.

The same smell made me suddenly startled, and I looked at my mother in front of me again.

"You are not a mother, absolutely not."

"Silly boy, I am..."

Before Li Yue finished speaking in front of him, Yan Ling'er's fist was also displaying golden flames filled with blood-red. The flames rose, and the streets that originally seemed to be without light seemed to be illuminated in an instant.

"Treason, how dare you!"

Yan Ling'er looked at Li Yue in front of him. The power of flames was already rising. Just when he was about to attack Li Yue, a sharp shout came from the void. The next moment, in the void, a warrior wearing a body-hugging flames

After taking the clothes, a middle-aged man whose body was full of tendons appeared out of thin air. His ordinary facial features exuded awe-inspiring solemnity. Looking down at Yan Ling'er below, he was like a child who had done something wrong.

"Father, no, you are not the father."

"You are definitely not the father."

"Father, mother, Uncle Li, Yan Cheng, everything is fake right now, it's all fake."

Yan Ling'er looked at the street in front of him and his loved ones. At this moment, although he hoped for eternity, but under the call of the sea of ​​consciousness, Yan Ling'er gritted his teeth fiercely, filled with blood-red flames.

, and suddenly attacked Li Yue ahead.

In an instant, Li Yue's light and shadow disappeared, the figure of his solemn and majestic father Yan Xiao disappeared, the double row of Yan Cheng guards disappeared, and the entire street disappeared under the torn power of the flames.

.

The streets and lanes dispersed, and the scene in front of us suddenly changed drastically.

Looking down, Jingyan, the blood-red fox-blooded demon-patterned fox, looked up at him, with a smile on her face.

"Yan Ling'er, you're awake!"

"Come again?"

Looking at Xue Jingyan who was very close at hand, Yan Ling'er did not hesitate at all. The rich golden flame attached to her fist and she hit Xue Jingyan with all her strength.

"Holy crap, are you crazy?"

Xue Jingyan looked at Yan Ling'er's attack without hesitation, and immediately shouted and cursed. At the same time, countless flame patterns appeared out of thin air in front of her, and her fists filled with rich golden flame power instantly smashed into the flame patterns.

The flame array formed by the flame patterns was like an invisible swamp, swallowing up all the flame power on the fist, and Yan Ling'er's fist appeared in front of Xue Jingyan as if it was limp and powerless.

In this way, Xue Jingyan stretched out her sharp claws and struck Yan Ling'er's fist fiercely.

A sharp pain suddenly hit the sea of ​​​​consciousness, and he retracted all his fists reflexively, then quickly rubbed them lightly, and then blew air.

"It turns out...it turns out that you are real."

Looking at the Xue Jingyan in front of her, Yan Linger realized at this moment that the Xue Jingyan in front of her was real.

"Are you awake now?"

Xue Jingyan looked at Yan Ling'er's appearance, rolled her eyes and said, then turned her gaze behind Yan Ling'er. At this time, Yan Ling'er, who felt something wrong with the aura behind her, slowly turned her head.

The dark shadows that covered the sky and the sun swayed in the void, and pitiful roars came from the shadows that covered the sky and the sun, just like the purgatory on earth blending into the void in front of you.

"Nightmare Shura?"