Yan Ling fantasy world

"The seven-colored true palace, the second palace is swallowed!"

The green light of the Seven-Colored True Palace suddenly disappeared, and a terrifying devouring power was released from the dark red Seven-Colored True Palace. In the next breath, dark black energy poured into the Seven-Colored True Palace like a torrent.

The sudden change caused the Saint Ancestor to narrow his eyes slightly and look at Yan Ling'er's generous move, with a contemptuous smile on his lips.

"Are you afraid of Bizhendian's power?"

"The Seven Colorful Demon Palace, the Second Palace is rotten!"

In one breath, the dark energy that had been swallowed up by the Seven Color True Palace suddenly surged, and a terrifying corrosive force rose into the sky.

At this moment, the seven-colored true palace in front of us seemed to have reached a state of saturation and suddenly stopped.

"Jiejie, isn't this okay?"

"If that's the case, your Seven Colorful Palace is really too weak."

"Seven Colorful Demon Palace, the three palaces are on fire!"

"Seven Colorful Demon Palace, the four palaces are rising!"

The Holy Ancestor did not stop at all. In one breath, the dark black light of the Seven Colorful Demon Palace became more intense, and the dark energy released from the Demon Palace also rose suddenly. The rising black aura was like burning.

of flame.

In an instant, the void was shattered and corroded.

Above it, the Seven Colorful True Palace, which was constantly devouring the dark black energy, immediately began to tremble violently at this moment.

Yan Ling'er looked at the Seven-Colored True Palace, her eyes slightly stagnant in an incredible way. These signs were both clear and blurry to him, because this feeling was the same as when the Seven-Colored True Palace awakened. However, this was unlikely. Dark

The strength of sex will help him open the power of the Seventh Palace?

This seems incredible.

However, at this moment, the appearance of the Holy Ancestor was obviously that of killing everyone.

The Holy Ancestor looked at the trembling Seven-Colored True Palace in front of him. The smile on his lips became even stronger. He formed a seal with one hand and a mysterious rune disappeared into the Seven-Colored Demonic Palace in an instant.

"Seven Colorful Demon Palace, Five Palaces Fusion!"

With one breath, the Seven-Colored Demon Palace suddenly enlarged, and the Baizhang Demon Palace further increased in size. With the next breath, it completely enveloped the Seven-Colored True Palace and swallowed it all.

The sudden change caused thousands of flames below to burst into an uproar.

The two battlefields, one with hand-to-hand combat and the other with spiritual combat, are both extremely exciting. However, the visual impact they bring is completely different. Compared with Yan Yue'er's light sword intent and fierce attack, the place where Yan Ling'er is located is in the palace.

The collision between them is magnificent and earth-shattering.

Naturally, it also attracted the attention of more inflammation people.

But now, the scene of the Seven-Colored True Palace being swallowed up by the Seven-Colored Demonic Palace is a result that thousands of flamers never thought of.

"Is this the end?"

Yan Ling'er looked at the Colorful Demon Palace and suddenly swallowed it, and couldn't help but rise into the sky.

"Buddha Spirit Art, fifth level, prophet!"

The pitch-black picture instantly enveloped Yan Ling'er's entire sea of ​​consciousness, and the violent corrosive power blocked out the sky and the sun, enveloping him completely. In such a scene, a severe stinging sensation emerged from the depths of his soul.

"No, it's a trap!"

"Buddha Spirit Art, fourth level, parasitism!"

"Buddha Spirit Art, third level, cave killing!"

"Seven Colorful True Palace, Four Palace Town!"

The three fire skills were released instantly, and within the Seven-Color Demon Palace, golden-red rays of light were slowly released. Its size was the same as that of the Seven-Color True Palace.

At this time, when the power of the Fourth Hall was released, the violent, burning dark energy weakened instantly, and Yan Ling'er's figure that was moving forward at a high speed also retreated at a high speed.

In the dark, seven-colored demon palace, more and more golden-red light emanated, and finally turned into deep dark holes, and overwhelming dark black energy poured into the black holes at this moment.

"The seven-color true palace, the five palaces will be destroyed!"

The moment the overwhelming dark energy sank into the black hole, Yan Ling'er did not stop at all. He formed seals with his hands, and the light above the seven-color true palace flickered. Then, it suddenly gathered, and at the end of the extreme, a touch of true meaning slowly rose.

"Hmph, you dare to swallow anything!"

With a cold voice, the seven-colored palace rose into the sky.

At this time, deep black holes exploded instantly, and terrifying power exploded on top of the dark seven-colored demon palace.

With the combination of the two powers, the Seven-Colored True Palace actually passed through the Seven-Colored Demonic Palace in one breath, rushed up into the void, and shone down. The seven-colored light was extremely sacred.

Not far away, the Saint Ancestor, who was overlooking the Seven Colorful Demon Palace, had a sudden change in his face, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

The eyes that looked at the Seven-Colored Demon Palace trembled violently. At the same time, the size of the Seven-Colored Demon Palace suddenly shrank, and when it reached a few feet, it quickly moved towards the direction of the Holy Ancestor.

"Damn, damn!"

Looking at the colorful demon palace coming at a rapid speed, the Holy Ancestor was filled with grief.

Through the broken void, he actually saw a gap as big as a fist above the Seven Colorful Demon Palace, which was extremely unreal.

"Impossible, impossible, the Seven-Colored Demon Palace, the thirteenth on the list of sacred weapons, how could it be defeated by the eighteenth-ranked Seven-Colored True Palace!"

The Holy Ancestor's words were trembling a little at this moment. In the previous battles, no matter what kind of difficulties or what kind of spiritual weapons, once swallowed by the Demon Palace, there is only one possibility, that is, they will be completely corroded and turned into a pool of black water.

Now, how on earth can this seven-color true palace be achieved?

Yan Ling'er, why did he stop suddenly? Could it be that the Colorful True Palace is so valuable that Yan Ling'er can give up?

Seeing the Seven-Colored Demon Palace coming at a very fast speed, the Saint Ancestor's body trembled. Then, the moment he touched the Seven-Colored Demon Palace, suddenly, a dazzling seven-colored light appeared above his head.

In the next breath, he and the seven-colored demon palace were swallowed up.

"Seven Colorful True Palace, Six Palace Covers!"

Yan Ling'er formed a seal with his hands, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. In one breath, the Seven Colorful True Palace suddenly enlarged in the void, crashed to the ground, kicked up thousands of feet of dust, and swallowed up the Saint Ancestor and the Seven Colorful Demon Palace.

The battle ended in an instant. Under a series of gorgeous operations, the Saint Ancestor was half a step into the second level of the Supreme.

At this moment, he completely disappeared in this holy city.

Countless flamers looked at the Seven-Colored True Palace in the ring of the Holy City. Their eyes were filled with horror. The place that originally belonged to the Dou Ling Platform was now enveloped by a seven-colored palace.

And above the palace, the young man sat on it, looking towards the place where the Xuanming Palace of the Second Ring was located.

"This...is it solved like this?"

Huo Yi, Long Xiaotian and others looked at Yan Ling'er on the Seven Colorful Palace in surprise. Did this young man really do it?

Thinking back to how he had been beaten by the Holy Ancestor just now, and then looking at the young man's leisurely and contented attitude, there was no comparison, there would be no harm.

Everything seems so unreal.

However, when they saw the young man with those eyes, the corners of their mouths couldn't help but twitch violently.

"It seems so!"

Long Xiaotian looked at Yan Ling'er who was on top of the Seven Color True Palace, and couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth, and finally nodded heavily.

"Dong..."

However, just when Long Xiaotian was answering Huo Yi, a loud sound like ringing a bell came from the Seven Colorful True Palace.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

The harsh roar of the palace being struck was like a talisman urging death, making the world extremely quiet. At this time, Luo Tianqi and others who were fighting in the sky above Xuanming Palace heard the sound, and at this moment, they stopped slightly.

.

While his eyes were avoiding a flash of sword intent, he looked towards the land of one ring.

The thousands-foot-long seven-colored true palace and the young man sitting on top of it severely stimulated their hearts and lungs, making their movements slow down a bit.

He dared to be distracted even though he was half-stepping the supreme move.

This move was tantamount to seeking death. Sure enough, when Luo Tianqi and the others were lost in thought, a sword shadow pierced the void in the distance and passed by the three of them.

"bite!"

The sword was sheathed, and the girl walked on air, slowly heading towards the Xuanming Palace.

At this time, where Xuanming Palace was located, a middle-aged woman looked at the girl walking towards her with a haggard face, a smile on her face.

"Huh? What's going on?"

"Why are Luo Tianqi and the others imprisoned in place?"

When the crisp sound of a sharp sword being sheathed resounded in the sky above Xuanming Palace, the eyes of countless Flamers suddenly withdrew and looked at Luo Tianqi and the others with doubts on their faces.

At this time, Luo Tianqi, Luo Tiansheng, and Luo Tianyou were standing in the void, their eyes still looking in the direction of the Dou Ling Platform, but the way the girl stepped out slowly was particularly mysterious.

"No, Luo Tianqi and the others have no breath!"

Countless flamers opened their eyes wide in shock and looked at Luo Tianqi and the others. At this time, the powerful men from the Four Saints Palace also noticed something strange.

"Uncle Luo!"

Sheng Lingtian jumped up from the direction of Xuanming Palace and swept towards the direction of Luo Tianqi, Luo Tiansheng and Luo Tianyou, and his figure passed by Yan Yue'er who was slowly walking down.

Pass.

"bite!"

At this time, there was another sound of a long sword being sheathed, and Sheng Lingtian's body mysteriously stopped again in the void.

At this moment, everyone looked horrified. Countless flamers looked at Yan Yue'er who was walking down slowly. In their eyes, it was as if they were looking at Shura. The aura of Saint Lingtian also disappeared at the moment when the long sword was unsheathed.

Such a scene is so mysterious.

The freezing coldness shrouded the sea of ​​consciousness.

"This...what power is this?"

Huo Yi looked at the girl who was walking down slowly, his eyes trembling.

The girl's attack was too terrifying. In just one breath, three half-step masters of the first level of the Supreme Realm were killed instantly. In another breath, Saint Lingtian, who was in the middle stage of the Real Master Realm, was also killed just by passing by.

Their deaths were all suspended in the void and never landed. How mysterious.

What kind of power is this? Is it true meaning?

Compared with the current girl, the true meaning of fire born in his own phoenix bloodline is like a cloud and mud. Moreover, the result of the girl's battle does not look like the sword intention at all.

What on earth is going on?

"Fire Lord, this..."

Long Xiaotian and others looked at the four breathless figures suspended in the void. He, who was usually lively, was also extremely quiet and dull at this time, as if he had never seen the world.

"Weapon repair!"

...

Compared to the surprise and shock of the Jiuzhou Yanzhe, the strong men from the Four Sacred Palaces and the Jizang Sword Sect had ashen faces, as if their parents were dead.

In just a few breaths, Luo Tianqi, the Saint Ancestor who was half-stepping to the second-level supreme realm, and Luo Tianqi, who was half-stepping to the first-level supreme realm, were completely defeated. Moreover, based on the current scene, they did not know whether Luo Tianqi and the others were defeated.

Still alive.

However, with the lessons learned from Sheng Lingtian, at this time, even if they had countless doubts, they did not dare to take a breath.

Quietly, countless figures from the Four Holy Palaces flowed towards the outside of the Holy Continent under the undercurrent.

"Boom!"

Another crisp "bell" rang in the center of the Holy City. To the disciples of the Four Holy Palaces, this sound was like a cry for life.

"The disciples of the Four Holy Palaces are on the run!"

"Boom!"

The thousands of astonished Flamers finally came to their senses under the sound of "bells" and massacred the Four Holy Palaces.

At this time, it also kicks off.

Yan Ling'er looked at the violent flames raging in the distance, and the smile on her lips gradually faded. She flicked the seven-colored palace with one hand and pulled the corner of her mouth slightly.

"Luo Tianqi and the others have fallen, and your value is gone too!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Dong dong dong...!"

After Yan Ling'er's voice sounded, there was a rapid crashing sound in the Seven Colorful Palace.

This was obviously the Holy Ancestor's final struggle in despair.

Seeing this, Yan Ling'er's smile appeared again, and she placed one hand squarely on top of the Seven Colorful True Palace.

"Buddha Spirit Art, first level, swallow!"

"Buddha Spirit Art, second level, pure release!"