Yan Ling fantasy world

In a barbaric land, everything is withered, and the ruined abyss and ravines are filled with endless desolation. The young man is sitting on the edge of the abyss, and the atmosphere gradually becomes calm.

"Xiao Li, tell me what level Yan Ling'er's affinity with the flame spirit has reached." Shui Huosheng followed Zhou Xiaoli and looked at Yan Ling'er at the edge of the abyss, his eyes full of curiosity.

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Just now, the young man was swallowing up all the remaining flame spirits around him in a gesture of swallowing the world.

But in an instant, the aura fluctuated greatly, and the surrounding flame spirits arrived in an instant. The flame spirits surrounding him entered the body at the same speed as himself.

Shui Huosheng couldn't understand the ever-changing, high and low situations. Moreover, in his judgment, such a gesture was definitely not done intentionally by Yan Ling'er. In this case, Yan Ling'er's affinity with Yan Ling had changed.

It must be confusing.

It even makes people speculate to a certain extent that Yan Ling'er only relied on certain spiritual objects to create such a terrifying speed of swallowing fire spirits.

After all, the Battle of the Hundred Kings has reached the most critical moment. It is inevitable for Yan Ling'er to use spiritual objects to enhance his strength. If it were them, they would probably make the same choice at this moment.

Zhou Xiaoli looked at Yan Ling'er at the edge of the abyss, his eyes full of doubts.

The latter's attitude of swallowing the flame spirit, in her opinion, could never be a spiritual creature.

Because even his father had never found a spiritual creature that could break through the shackles of the secret realm. Based on her guess, Lingqu Continent was probably extinct. The more so, even she couldn't see through Yan Ling'er's situation.

Confused, she looked at Shui Huosheng who was "chasing and blocking him" and couldn't help but said, "Why don't you ask him yourself?"

When Shui Huosheng heard the words, he was speechless. He looked at the young man on the edge of the abyss, then looked at Long Ting and Xuan Jinniao in front of him, trembling slightly.

"Um...why do you ask?"

Bang...

When Shui Huosheng pouted helplessly, a big slap came directly on his shoulder, causing Shui Huosheng to tilt his shoulders immediately.

"Junior brother Nie, please be gentler, your bones will fall apart."

"Haha, Brother Shui, you are such a big guy, you have to carry someone if the sky falls. How could you possibly fall apart?"

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"Ye Xuannv, are you worried about him?"

Huo Wu stepped across the endless abyss, and Lian walked to Ye Qingyao's side, looking at the latter's slender little hands with clenched fists, and a look of worry on his cheeks, and asked with a smile.

Hearing this, Ye Qingyao turned her cheek slightly and looked at Huo Wu. A rosy color appeared on her cheeks. Immediately, she quickly converged and looked in the direction of Yan Ling'er in front of her. She smiled and said, "That's right."

Ye Qingyao's confession made Huo Wu slightly startled.

This kind of behavior is somewhat similar to his own. Recalling Li Kunyuan's face, a smile also brushed his cheeks.

"Since you like it, you might as well give it a try, a girl chasing a man's separate shirt." Huo Wu's eyebrows were slightly raised, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his encouragement was very obvious.

Ye Qingyao raised her eyebrows slightly when she heard this. She looked back at Yu Huo Wu, as if she was thinking about something. Then she looked at Yu Yan Ling'er, and a smile appeared at the corner of her mouth: "Women chase men's layered shirts, but Miss Huo doesn't seem to be able to."

Prick this shirt."

"Forehead!"

"Haha... Ye Xuannv, are you going to tease me in turn? Be careful, I will beat you up."

Huo Wu looked at Ye Qingyao, her smart eyes flashed with color. After speaking, she raised her palm and looked like she was going to hit Ye Qingyao.

The story between her and Li Kunyuan is known to many people in the Holy Continent and the Fire Continent. This story is also a good explanation of what it means for a woman to chase a man, even if they are separated by a mountain. Ye Qingyao, as the Heavenly Punishment Taoist Sect Tian Xuan Nu,

Needless to say, his connections are obvious, and he is obviously aware of this matter.

"Haha... It's just a joke, it's just a joke."

Ye Qingyao looked at Huo Wu's appearance, smiled and waved her jade hands one after another.

Seeing this, Huo Wu patted Ye Qingyao's arm, then looked at Yan Ling'er in the distance, her smile gradually faded, and said: "Ye Xuannu, you should know that with people, some things cannot develop according to our ideas."

Ye Qingyao looked at Yan Linger in the distance, a smile slowly appeared on her pretty face.

"I know, so... I will only be a distant observer. There are too many outstanding people around him. There are too many. And if I don't want to fall behind, I can only keep improving myself."

"I don't know why, but now I feel that I have fallen behind. Even if I want to catch up, I can only fall behind."

At the end, Ye Qingyao's face showed obvious sadness, but at this moment, Huo Wu didn't say much, gently hugged Ye Qingyao's shoulders, and looked into the void.

"Yes, for some things, even if we work a hundred times harder, what we get will not be what we want."

The actions of Huo Wu and Ye Qingyao caught the eyes of all the top powers. No one knew why Huo Wu and Ye Qingyao were so close, but their status in the Fire God Palace and the Tianpu Dao Sect was enough.

Let Dehuozhou undergo earth-shaking changes in the future.

"Huh, it seems that the future of Fire Continent is already clear..."

On the side of the abyss, the young man sat cross-legged on the cliff. In one breath, his eyes slowly opened, and tears were clearly visible in the depths of his pupils. The next moment, he flicked his sleeves, and a tyrannical spiritual power swept across the abyss, endless

The sky full of yellow sand brought by desolation stopped in an instant.

"This... this spiritual power, fourth grade?"

Yan Ling'er's actions immediately aroused the horror in the hearts of Zhou Xiaoli and others. The moment Yan Ling'er released her mental power, even she felt the pain in the sea of ​​consciousness. Even her father would never give such a feeling.

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And those who can create such power must be no less than a fourth-grade flame pattern master.

"Huh...it's indeed the fourth grade."

Xuanwen Sect Bai Yuwei looked at Yan Ling'er in front of her. At this moment, she finally knew why Wu Wenhu praised Yan Ling'er so well. Now that she saw it with her own eyes, all the praise seemed pale.

A deep sense of frustration arises from within.

"Fourth-grade Flame Pattern Master, fifteen years old!"

Ye Qingyao looked at Yan Linger in front of her, her red lips slightly restrained, and a hint of helplessness and loss appeared on her cheeks.

Not far away, when Bai Yuwei heard the words, her expression suddenly changed, and she looked at Yan Ling'er. At this moment, she had just determined Yan Ling'er's true age, a fifteen-year-old fourth-grade flame pattern master. Such results made her

Bai Yuwei was speechless.

From what she knows, those who step into the ranks of the fourth rank are nothing more than old monster-like beings.

"He's only fifteen?"

Bai Yuwei asked softly in disbelief.

"Absolutely. The first time we met, the fluctuations in his Yan Mansion gave me the feeling that he had just built the Mansion, and it had only been less than three years since he had been in contact with Jie Chen..." Ye Qingyao smiled slightly, recalling the boy he once was, and

The look of being tricked by myself makes me laugh a little.

What Ye Qingyao said, at this moment, not only made Huo Wu, Shui Bingyue and others speechless, even Zhou Xiaoli tightly closed her red lips.

A fifteen-year-old fourth-grade flame pattern master, such results are probably not even recorded in the entire Lingqu Continent. And such a genius lives in the same era as themselves. In their eyes, they must become the background.

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"Jingyan, don't worry, I will definitely not fall, and I will rescue you as soon as possible."

Yan Ling'er clenched her fists tightly, as if she was afraid of losing something precious. Then, she slowly stood up and stepped out. In the void, ripples appeared, and flame patterns were gradually outlined under her feet.

The actions of Master Yanwen walking in the void are enviable.

After a moment, Yan Ling'er walked to Heshan and looked at Xue Jingyan's body held in the center of his hand, feeling a slight pain in her heart.

"Jingyan!"

Stretching out his hands, Heshan quickly placed Xue Jingyan on Yan Linger's palm like a hot potato, with a smile appearing on his cheeks.

At this moment, Yan Ling'er looked at Xue Jingyan in her hand. The latter's tightly closed eyes and the fluctuation of her breath told him that Jingyan had fallen into a deep sleep, and it was very, very deep.

Flicking Xue Jingyan's blood-red hair, Yan Ling'er felt the fluctuations of Xue Jingyan's breathing.

"Yan Linger, what's wrong with Jingyan?"

Ye Qingyao looked at Yan Ling'er's confused appearance, walked over quickly, and asked with concern.

Xue Jingyan's sleep was too weird, and she couldn't explain why, but starting from the Battle of Xuankong Peak, she knew that Yan Ling'er had a very close relationship with Xue Jingyan, and Xue Jingyan had been following him.

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Between the two, there is a lot of wandering between life and death.

"In order to solve the source of the demon's soul, he has fallen into a deep sleep." Yan Ling'er whispered, his words full of sadness.

Shui Huosheng and Nie Fenglin, who just wanted to ask what happened, also kept their mouths shut at this moment. Because of the current atmosphere, they wished they could take a few steps back.

"Asleep?"

Ye Qingyao murmured to herself and looked at Yan Ling'er. The depths of the latter's lonely pupils were full of stories. She couldn't ask more questions about this.

Everyone looked around and looked at Yan Ling'er in the center. Even Long Ting was extremely quiet at the moment.

Looking at the looks from everyone, Yan Ling'er forced a smile, looked back at Yu Shui Bingyue and others, slowly raised her head, and looked up into the void. The atmosphere of this world was so dry, and the sky here was so full of haze.

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Yan Ling'er didn't want to see anything at this moment.

Swinging out one arm, a series of flame patterns were constructed in front of the fingers. In an instant, a flame pattern formation that was not weaker than the third grade appeared in the void.

With a gentle wave of his hand, the flame pattern array headed towards the void.

The next moment, the loess in the sky slowly dissipated, and the many endless abyss on the ground gradually disappeared.

Seeing this scene, everyone knew that Yan Linger finally let them leave.

In the holy layer of the pagoda, Yao Ji paced repeatedly. From time to time, she stopped and looked at the mysterious holy pattern array carefully, feeling extremely worried in her heart.

A lot of time has passed since Yan Ling'er entered the holy pattern formation. Recalling the fire demon's desperate battle and his final demise, his heart felt even more boring.

"Yan Ling'er, don't let anything happen to you!"

Yao Ji murmured to herself, but just as her words fell to the ground, the flame pattern array in front suddenly trembled. The next moment, the power of the holy pattern array gradually dispersed as if it was being burned. Light spots flickered, and figures slowly emerged.

In the hall of the human saint floor.

"Sister Huowu, I'm glad you're okay."

After dozens of figures appeared, Yao Ji finally saw Huo Wu, stepped forward quickly, and hugged her fiercely.

"Yao Ji..."

Huo Wu hugged Yao Ji and flicked her hair.

"Huh? Yan Linger, it's great that you're okay..."

Yan Ling'er's figure appeared, Yao Ji saw it immediately, stepped forward quickly, and said with a smile, although she had not seen everything that happened in the holy pattern formation, but as for the ending, she could guess it.

The result of all this must come from Yan Linger.

However, out of a woman's sixth instinct, when she was talking to Yan Ling'er, the latter's forced smile made Yao Ji immediately realize that something was wrong.

Slowly stopping, Yao Ji looked at Yan Linger and said nothing.

At this moment, Yan Ling'er looked around at the crowd, smiled slightly, and the next moment, with a solemn expression on his face, he walked straight towards the ball of light...

After Yan Ling'er's figure disappeared, everyone in the Human Saint layer looked at each other and smiled helplessly. The people in the Human Saint layer were already so difficult to deal with. The three sons of the Tiansheng Palace on the Earth Saint layer, and the number one who had never shown up.

What kind of existence would the Palace Master be?

Everyone sat down slowly. After experiencing the previous battle, they now need to quickly restore their strength. The opportunity for the Holy King's baptism has come, and they only need to wait quietly.

"Sister Huowu, what happened in the holy pattern array?"

"I don't know, but the spirit fox in Yan Linger's arms is already asleep!"

"ah?"

"Hey, I hope her sister Yan Yue'er is fine in the Earthly Saint Layer!"

Huo Wu looked at the place where the light ball disappeared, and not far from him, Ye Qingyao watched Yan Ling'er's figure disappear, her silver teeth clenched, her lotus steps moved slightly, as if she wanted to follow him, but, in

After pondering over everything, he slowly stopped.

A sigh.

"Yan Linger, next time we meet, I will definitely reach the same height as you!"