Yan Ling fantasy world

"Jiejie...the true meaning is that it is really enviable."

"However, it is really strange how the Flamer, who possesses the true meaning without actually realizing it, could reach a declining continent like Lingqu Continent."

Long Qi looked down at Yan Yue'er in front of him, with a look of confusion in his eyes. The latter didn't say anything from beginning to end, and the peripheral light of his eyes was projected on the light group of the human saint layer from time to time.

Seeing this scene, Long Qi smiled slightly, and between the dragon's claws, a flame-marked pill slowly appeared.

"Are you waiting for him?"

The dragon's claws squeezed gently, and the flame-marked elixir was instantly shattered. The scene gradually played in the void from the place where the elixir was shattered.

In a land of endless desolation, abysses are intricately intertwined. Above the earth, demonic energy rises into the sky. Endless demonic energy permeates this world, just like a region.

At this moment, the focus of the realm shadow technique is the endless sea of ​​desolation covering all things. In the center of all things, a figure appears. This figure is very familiar to Yan Yuer. Yan Ling'er, her brother, although his face is calm,

But the situation he was in made people stand on end.

Above the figure, the sky-covering ferocious beast transformed by the soul of the demon overlooks Yan Ling'er. This scene is very similar to the calm before the ferocious beast forages for food.

"In the Human Saint Layer, a feast has been prepared for you humans. The soul of the demon, the fourth-grade holy pattern array, and all the holy pattern masters of the Ten Demon Palaces. What do you think they are doing? Jie Jie..."

Long Qi's claws tightened, and the image of the ambient shadow technique in front of him stopped instantly.

Stop when you want to speak, stop when you want to express, everything depends on the brain.

"This is the scene that came from the niche just now. Do you think he can still survive?"

Long Qi looked up to the sky and roared, causing the whole world to tremble violently. Looking down at Yan Yue'er in front of him, his deep and low voice was full of charm.

Seeing this, Holy Spirit Son and others in front also smiled slightly in their hearts.

In such a situation, their chances of survival are slim to none, let alone Yan Ling'er's.

"Really? Is it the name of your continent?"

Yan Yue'er slightly raised her delicate face and looked up into the void. Her eyes gradually became colder. The pressure of the flame spirit emanating from her body continued to strengthen with every breath. The dark black lines gradually grew colder with a very wild attitude.

Spread around.

At this moment, Yan Yuer was angry, completely angry.

She had anticipated the appearance of the Demonic Soul, but she never thought that the Saints would construct a fourth-grade Saint Pattern Array in the ninth-level pagoda, and even contracted all Saint Pattern Masters to construct it. Not only that, the endless

The demonic energy soaring into the sky can show that the reserves of the saints are far more than the desolate sea seen in front of them.

Long Qi immediately noticed the change in Yan Yue'er's mood and gave out a stern smile. In the next breath, three golden beads appeared on Long Qi's claws, wrapped in golden demonic energy, and he threw them out heavily, heading straight towards the Holy Spirit Son and the other three.

"The Holy Lord has carefully planned for thousands of years, and all the worst events were foreseen."

"Do you think the Holy Lord has not thought about the emergence of true meaning?"

"Jie Jie... This bead is called the Soul-Suppressing Bead. It was specially refined for you by the Holy Master himself when you appeared in the Holy Continent. Although it is less, it has a very strong effect on the power of the true meaning.

The effect of suppression, and are these gifts ever satisfactory?"

The three Shengxuanzi took the soul-suppressing beads and looked at each other. Shengxuanzi did not hesitate at all, and injected a violent flame into it. The crimson lines slowly emitted from the soul-suppressing beads, and instantly integrated into his own flame spirit pressure.

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The next breath, Sheng Xuanzi looked overjoyed, and his cracked smile looked a little pure.

When the Holy Spirit Son saw this, he stopped staying. The fire power was injected into the Soul Suppressing Pearl, and dark red lines seeped out from the Soul Suppressing Pearl. In an instant, the strength of the three Holy Spirit Sons seemed to be lifted by some kind of power.

Gradually strengthen.

Void Long Qi looked at the three Holy Spirit Sons, a stern smile appeared on the golden dragon's head, and the next moment, a soul-suppressing bead that was larger than the three of them combined appeared.

roar...

Long Qi looked up to the sky and roared, opened his bloody mouth suddenly, and swallowed the soul-suppressing pearl into his belly in an instant. The next moment, the pressure around him slowly rose, and dark red lines emanated from his body.

Yan Yue'er raised her eyes slightly and looked at Long Qi in the void, without any fluctuation on her cheeks.

Dark black flames flashed in her hands, and her body slowly rose out of thin air after the flames attached to her. Then, the flames on her palms slowly solidified at a speed visible to the naked eye. Within a few breaths, a battle ax of about ten feet appeared in front of her.

On those slender little hands.

"Soul-suppressing Pearl, haha, I thought it was such an amazing method."

With a touch of ridicule, Yan Yue'er's figure disappeared on the spot and reappeared, with a sharp battle ax raised high. The light outside the tower shone, and the sharp blade of the battle ax flashed with a cold light.

"Battle Ax Holy Judgment, Heaven Seal!"

Under the tomahawk, countless dark black lines instantly enveloped and intricately outlined, and a huge tomahawk mark of tens of feet was instantly formed.

In the mark, a strong coercion instantly shrouded down, causing the face of Sheng Xuanzi, who had just been defeated, to change drastically. With the blessing of the soul-suppressing beads, he thought that his strength had improved greatly, and he could compete with Yan Yue'er, but who knew that Yan Yue'er

As soon as he takes action, it is like thunder.

Staring at the mark of the battle ax, Sheng Xuanzi gritted his teeth, the fiery fighting spirit in his eyes gradually rose, and the black Death Scythe in his hand was covered with rich flames.

The next moment, the figure soared into the sky.

"Sixth level fire skill, dance of death!"

Under the control of Sheng Xuanzi, the Death Scythe turned into countless black shadows, all heading towards the battle ax mark...

"Interesting, but nothing exciting at all."

Looking down at Sheng Xuanzi who came through the void, Yan Yue'er shook her head. The battle ax marks fell from the sky without any fancy, and with endless pressure, they enveloped Sheng Xuanzi and left.

boom...

The battle ax mark fell, and Sheng Xuanzi faced it head-on with the Death Scythe in his hand. Without any stagnation, the battle ax mark and Sheng Xuanzi smashed towards the ground together.

Bang...

There was a loud noise, and the red flame bricks on the ground instantly turned into powder. The outside of the pagoda was clearly visible, and the giant tower trembled slightly.

No one knows whether Sheng Xuanzi is alive or dead at this time.

At the same time, above Yan Yue'er's head, a golden dragon claw filled with crimson pressure appeared out of thin air. In the center of the dragon claw, there was a strong demonic energy, full of murderous intent, and it was grabbing Yan Yue'er's head.

Defeated in one blow, Yan Yue'er held the battle ax in her hand, without even glancing at Sheng Xuanzi. The battle ax in her hand left a dark black stream of light in the void, and she turned her hand and smashed it towards the top of her head. At this moment, the dragon claw above her head followed.

Then, the two collided.

boom...

An explosion that was more ferocious than the battle ax mark attack just now exploded in the void.

The huge golden dragon flew backwards a hundred feet away in one blow, and Yan Yue'er also smashed towards the ground under this ferocious attack.

The space squirmed, and beside Yan Yue'er who was descending at a rapid speed, the figures of Holy Spirit Son and Sheng Yue'er appeared, wrapped around and covered, and two terrible attacks emitted from the Death Scythe, heading straight towards Yan Ling'er. This time

Siege, extremely difficult to deal with.

Yan Yue'er quickly retreated, looking at the besieging Holy Spirit Son and Sheng Yue'er, they waved their battle axes, and dark black flames were in the void, constantly colliding with the Death Scythe.

Along the way, the flames were raging, and the void flames were instantly chaotic. The violent aura filled with them made the three of them dare not take it lightly.

Bang...

The Death's Scythe swung out in one blow and collided with the battle ax. The figure flew dozens of feet away under the ferocious attack.

"Brother, cover him!"

Sheng Yue'er looked at Yan Yue'er who was retreating quickly, and whispered to the Holy Spirit Son.

At this moment, if she cooperates with Sheng Xuanzi's ferocious frontal attack, she is confident that she will make Yan Yue'er uncomfortable in every possible way. However, Yan Yue'er's thunderous method before was too fierce. Sheng Xuanzi was under the mark of the battle ax and his life and death were unknown. And those attacks,

Not even the Son of the Holy Spirit has the confidence to accept it safely.

It is inevitable to break one or the other.

After hearing Sheng Yue'er's words, Holy Spirit Son knew what she meant. In the current situation, if Yan Yue'er was allowed to launch the attack just now, bypassing the confinement of the Yan Spirit's pressure, they would probably lose one of them.

In this case, I had no choice but to fight with them to see whose fire power was stronger.

The figure disappeared in an instant, leaving a ripple in the space, and then reappeared, carrying the king's aura of the Death Scythe, heading straight towards Yan Yue'er below.

"Jie Jie..."

"Control, agility, strength, and fire control are truly top-notch existences. However, today, even if you are in the real state, you will fall here."

Long Qi, who was split hundreds of feet away by the blow of the battle ax, looked up to the sky and roared. The next moment, a huge figure penetrated the void, and the dragon's tail was filled with terrifying power. Between the Holy Spirit Son and Sheng Yue'er's entanglement,

He slammed it towards Yan Yue'er, attacking with strength, and his stern smile made people shudder.

Son of Holy Spirit, Sheng Yue'er looked at Long Qi's move and felt a little happy in their hearts.

The life and death of Sheng Xuanzi is unknown, and he is replaced by Long Qi, the master of the Holy Dragon Hall, the leader of the Ten Demon Halls. Whether it is strength or the brutality of his attacks, Long Qi is definitely above Sheng Xuanzi.

With such entanglement and the attack of Long Qi's domineering power, even if Yan Yue'er really reaches the real state, there will definitely be no Jie Chen to restore the fire power. And the three of them, taking advantage of their numbers and strategies, will stalk and fight.

Under this, Yan Yuer's Yan Mansion was exhausted with absolute confidence.

"Gee, the strength of the Lord of the Dragon Palace is really mighty."

Seeing Long Qi's full blow knocking Yan Yue'er away, a smile appeared on Sheng Yue'er's cheeks.

"Jie Jie... This girl is really difficult to deal with. I have no choice but to do this."

Long Qi laughed loudly and said that he understood what Sheng Yue'er meant. The master of the Holy Dragon Palace, the head of the Ten Demon Palaces, could only be reduced to a besieging posture at this moment. Although it was not a martial art, it was the only chance to win.

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On the other hand, Yan Yue'er, under the siege of the three, responded naturally, but her face did not look good.

Bang...

boom...

Every time a golden light flashed, a giant golden dragon tail weighing as much as a thousand kilograms came crashing down. Every time a cold light passed by, it was as clear as the Death Scythe reaping the lives.

"Are you Tiansheng Palace and Holy Dragon Palace just stalking each other?"

After the giant golden dragon's tail flew dozens of feet away, the crimson-filled Death Scythe cut through the dark pressure of the flame spirit and tightly wrapped around Yan Yue'er. Seeing this scene, Yan Yue'er sneered.

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In his laughter, he was full of disdain for Tiansheng Palace.

Hearing this, the Son of Holy Spirit smiled sarcastically: "Haha... Yan Xuannv, there is no need to be like this. The winner is the king is the truth of the Yanling Illusion Realm."

The sickle tears, and the unyielding flames wrap around it.

Yan Yue'er looked at the sharp and difficult attack, frowned slightly, cursed in a low voice, and fled quickly. Behind the figure, the smiling face of the Holy Spirit appeared.

After hundreds of rounds of wrapping like this, neither the pressure of the dark black line of flame spirits, nor the wrapping of the flame technique filled with crimson lines, nor the golden magic energy filled with dark red lines, has weakened at all.

boom...

Bang...

After thousands of rounds of fierce fighting, even if Sheng Shengzi, Sheng Yue'er and Long Qi had a numerical advantage, they tended to calm down after this battle. Every time the three attacked, they went all out, a powerful attack.

The contest finally turned into a tenacious confrontation.

One against three, at this moment, it is frightening.

"roar..."

With a sharp shout, Long Qi's golden dragon's tail crashed down. Yan Yue'er looked down at the golden dragon's tail. Dark black flames were shrouded in her hands. When the rich flames were about to gather, suddenly, the flames were replenished in an instant.

And stop.

Seeing this, Long Qi was very happy.

"Has the opportunity come?"