Yan Ling fantasy world

The Futu Spiritual Art, both attacking simultaneously, with the terrifying power of devouring and purifying power, instantly penetrated through the Seven Colorful True Palace and enveloped the entire True Palace. In the Seven Colorful True Palace, the sound of impact immediately became more rapid.

Just like an ant on a hot pot, constantly attacking everything that can be attacked.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

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Like a thunderous "bell ringing" that caters to the vast battlefield of the Holy City, it has become a war drum, constantly stimulating the fighting spirit of countless flamers on the battlefield.

The battle in the Holy City became more violent and terrifying.

The strong men in the Four Holy Palaces disappeared quickly like straw when the locust plague came.

All things compete, and heaven and earth resonate.

The Saint Ancestor in the Seven-Colored Palace now had uncontrollable fear on his face.

Looking at the palm of his hand, the flame power from the Yan Mansion was being released towards the outside at an alarming speed. At this time, the Yan Mansion in the body seemed to be out of control, and the movement of the flame power soul reached an astonishing speed.

In this way, the phenomenon is extremely mysterious, but there is nothing to be done about it. A feeling of powerlessness under the control of others pervades the depths of the soul.

Not only that, the seven-colored Demon Palace held tightly in the hand was also shimmering with dark black light at this time, and the rich dark black energy was released from the Demon Palace. It turned and was covered by the golden-red mysterious power.

, the dark black energy gradually faded away and dissipated in this seven-colored true palace.

It looks like it has been refined.

Feeling the flaming soul in his body and the dark energy of the Seven-Colored Demon Palace disappearing at an alarming speed, and completely disappearing, the Saint Ancestor's eyes became gloomy!

The Colorful Demon Palace is escaping from his control at an alarming speed.

The thirteenth holy weapon on the holy weapon list, the existence that countless strong men are crazy about, has not matured in my own hands, or is it about to disappear?

This feeling is quite breathtaking.

"Could it be that this Seven-Colored True Palace originally belonged to me?" A series of inexplicable thoughts surged into the sea of ​​consciousness.

However, after the flame power disappeared, his consciousness gradually became blurred, and the control of the Colorful Demon Palace also gradually weakened until it disappeared when the dark black energy disappeared.

In a daze, the feeling of disappearing power made him know that he would definitely be in trouble today.

Fear, fear, finally made him tremble and tremble!

He was unwilling, very unwilling.

Hundreds of years of preparation, collapsed in one day!

Even though he prepared carefully and signed many contracts with the saints, the battle in the secret realm started five years in advance. He finally obtained the soul of the demon, successfully crossed the first level, reached the peak of the second level, and cooperated with the preparations of the Four Holy Palaces for half a century.

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In the end, he was defeated, completely defeated.

He was not defeated by old rivals like Zhou Wangchen and Bai Tan, nor was he defeated by late-stage talents like Huo Yi and Lin Qingyun, but he was defeated by a young man who was less than twenty years old.

Those who are waiting for inflammation should only be in the realm of emotions. Even if they are geniuses, they are just young people who have touched the realm of emotions.

It was this young man who caused his plans to completely collapse, and Nuo Da's Four Holy Palace Empire collapsed in an instant.

Even today, I have been suppressed and refined!

The gaze of the Holy Ancestor became hollow, and his soul became distorted.

Finally, when all the first flame souls when building the mansion disappeared, his aura finally disappeared.

The moment he disappeared, the Holy Ancestor seemed to have returned to the place where he started.

At this time, in his body, a touch of spiritual power strangely separated from his body, turned into a stream of light, shrouded towards the Seven-Colored Demon Palace, and disappeared.

The disappearance of the aura made the Holy Ancestor completely rest. Without the soul of fire power, without the power of fire, the Holy Ancestor was like a mummy. There were all kinds of troubles on his face, but he didn't know that it was his ignorance that caused him to die.

A legend was created.

In the seven-colored true palace of Nuo Da, except for the seven-colored demon palace, dark black energy is still being released, and everything has returned to calm.

Yan Ling'er, who was sitting on the Seven-Color True Palace, had a blazing heat in his pupils at this time. The intensity of the flames at the second level of the Half-Step Supreme Realm exceeded his expectations. Even for him who had the ancient Flame Mansion,

If you want to refine all the fire power of the Holy Ancestor, you don't need to constantly use Jie Chen.

Fortunately, with the purifying power of the Buddha Spirit Art, the flame power of the Holy Ancestor is not violent.

Being placed in Yan Mansion, there is still room for buffering.

The first level of Futu Lingjue, Devour! The second level, Purifying Release! It can wipe out the fire power of the Saint Ancestor, and it can also wipe out the demonic energy in the Saint Ancestor's body. At the same time, it can also purify the Seven Colorful Demon Palace, but Yan Ling'er

Never forget the face of the Holy Ancestor and the soul of the demon!

The battle in the secret realm had already allowed him to escape once.

At this time, he would never allow it to happen a second time.

And if you want to completely obliterate the soul of the demon, you must also refine the soul. Only in this way can you completely eliminate such hidden dangers.

Not only that, at the moment when the Seven Colorful True Palace swallowed up the Seven Colorful Demon Palace, Yan Ling'er also clearly felt the desire conveyed by the Seven Colorful True Palace.

This desire is the desire for the power of the Seven Colorful Demon Palace.

Yan Ling'er had a premonition that once the soul of the Demon Lord completely fell, the Seven Colorful Demon Palace would merge with the Seven Colorful True Palace, and the seventh palace of the Seven Colorful True Palace would also be completely released.

"Is it quiet?"

Yan Ling'er looked at the Seven Colorful Palace where she was sitting, and a smile appeared on her face.

In the next breath, his hands suddenly formed a seal, and a mysterious talisman was instantly formed in his hand. He gathered his hands together and suddenly attacked towards the Seven-Colored True Palace. The moment he touched the Seven-Colored True Palace, the talisman in his hand instantly enlarged.

At this moment, a wisp of tyrannical spiritual power sank into the Seven Colorful True Palace.

"Buddha Spirit Art, seventh level, divine killing!"

In the seven-colored true palace, the calm void was suddenly enveloped by the invisible and fierce mental pressure.

It was also at this moment that a mysterious talisman slowly emerged from the bottom of the Seven-Colored True Palace. Its appearance, connected with Yan Ling'er, remained as if it had disappeared into the Seven-Colored True Palace.

The talisman appeared, and the void that had just calmed down was instantly ignited again. Whether it was in the void or the saint ancestor who had turned into a mummy, scattered spiritual power was emanating from his body, moving in the direction away from the talisman.

Leave.

There seems to be a special fear of the sigil below.

And at such a moment, these scattered mental powers were all attacked by the fierce mental power looking down from the void, and instantly turned into nothingness.

"Huh, is that just a little bit of mental power?"

"Mozun, could it be that you have shrunk like a mouse? Do you think you can avoid it like this?"

In the Colorful True Palace, Yan Ling'er's voice resounded, overlooking all things. At this time, he was like the master of this True Palace, forming a seal in the void, and the talisman below bloomed with light.

"Seven Colorful True Palace, Four Palace Town!"

Going deep into the Seven Colors True Palace, at this moment, the Four Palaces Town was used again. Its power was more than a hundred times more powerful than the outside world. Likewise, the void immediately distorted, and miserable roars also appeared simultaneously.

At this moment, in the ethereal seven-color true palace, it was like a ghost valley wolf howling.

Roads of spiritual power slowly rose into the sky, including a touch of spiritual power from the Seven Colorful Demon Palace, which was gradually squeezed out.

"Yan Ling'er, you must die a happy death!"

"Zhu Gang, you dare. If you dare to kill them all, our holy clan will fight you until death."

In the void, countless spiritual powers filled the air, but among the fragments, they could still be clearly distinguished into two types, one was the Saint Ancestor and the other was the Soul of the Demon. However, at this time, the eyes of the two were full of horror.

The mysterious talisman below and the fierce mental power above the void made them feel an unprecedented sense of death.

However, at this moment, they knew that Yan Linger would definitely not let them go.

At the time of death, cowardice is ultimately useless.

But being stubborn will only hasten death.

Sure enough, at the moment of the two's final curse, the spiritual power that was waiting in the sky above the Seven Colorful True Palace instantly turned into countless sharp blades, piercing the void and heading straight for the last trace of spiritual power.

Whoosh...

The sharp blade rotated in the void, making a harsh sound of breaking wind.

In the next breath, the spiritual power of the Holy Ancestor and the power of the demon-revering soul were transformed into countless fragments under Yan Ling'er's perception.

Feeling the spiritual power of countless fragments, the sigil below rotated, and an invisible power slowly rose from the sigil. In the blink of an eye, the spiritual power of the two began to burn mysteriously.

"ah!"

"ah!"

In the pitiful roaring sound, the spiritual power of the two, and the mysterious power of the talisman, gradually disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Looking at the gradually disappearing mental power, Yan Linger's aura gradually became calmer.

At this time, the darkness of the seven-colored demon palace suspended in the void gradually receded, and an appearance like a seven-colored true palace gradually emerged.

"Hmm? Colorful True Palace?"

"wrong!"

"The breath is more distant, what's going on?"

Looking at the mysterious Seven-Colored Demon Palace, Yan Ling'er's eyes were filled with surprise at the change of aura. In the next breath, the Seven-Colored Demon Palace was like tiny bricks, gradually disappearing, with dots of starlight rising towards the sky.

Yan Ling'er, who was sitting on the Seven Color True Palace, immediately felt a terrifying force coming from below.

He immediately jumped up, stepped into the void, and looked down at the Seven Colorful Palace.

The moment he obtained the Seven-Color True Palace, he sensed the incompleteness of the Seven-Color True Palace. He even said that it was a semi-remnant. Now, with the blessing of the Seven-Color Demon Palace, he could finally recover?

Countless tiny bricks pass through the seven-colored true palace and jump out of the true palace.

The original broken parts of the Seven-Colored True Palace are constantly being repaired. At the same time, the color of the Seven-Colored True Palace is also gradually changing.

At this moment, the structure of the Seven Colorful True Palace completely changed qualitatively.

"Haha, sure enough!"

Looking at the Seven-Colored True Palace where the aura was getting stronger, Yan Ling'er's eyes were blazing and she cheered in surprise.

At this moment, countless Flamers in the Second Ring Land also focused their gazes here, looking at the ever-changing appearance of the seven-colored light in the True Palace, their eyes filled with incredulity.

"I'll go, what the hell?"

"Is this treasure palace getting stronger?"

The power of the Seven Colorful True Palace has shocked everyone. Now, it has increased again. The aura emanating from it has made them all suffocated. At this moment, they all started to hold their breath and concentrate.

"Eight Colors!"

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"Nine colors!"

...

"Ten colors!"

As the tenth color gradually appeared, countless tiny bricks finally disappeared, and among the seven-colored true palace, the seven-colored demon palace also disappeared.

"Ten colors!"

Yan Ling'er looked at the ten-color palace. At this time, it was not much different from before. The size was the same, but the aura it exuded was enough to make him horrified.

Looking at the real palace, Yan Linger trembled slightly.

A touch of spiritual power was released and disappeared into the Ten Colors True Palace.

Without saying a word or making a move, the ten-color palace immediately transformed into countless fluids, which converged towards his body from the void, and outside his body, a series of ten-color armor gradually emerged.

Appearing on the body again, the latter's rank at this time shocked even Yan Ling'er.

Even thousands of years ago, he had never been exposed to this kind of power, let alone felt it.

"So...so strong!"

The true palace disappeared, but the horrified expressions of thousands of flamers did not disappear. Many eyes looked at the young man standing in the void with his hands behind his hands, their eyes burning. Among them, including those outside the Xuanming Palace with a smile on their faces

Two female figures...

Yan Ling'er, a name that has resonated for thousands of years, is resounding across the continent today!