Yan Ling fantasy world

The moment two mysterious forces mixed with strong spiritual power collided, invisible spiritual power fluctuations hit the sea of ​​consciousness without any reaction. Yan Ling'er only felt deep in the soul, as if he was being stabbed hard by thousands of golden needles at the same time.

Generally speaking, the severe pain caused his face to turn livid in an instant until it became distorted.

The soul of Zunhu, who was facing each other head-on, was no better under the impact of such invisible force. At the moment of the collision, a tyrannical spiritual power was suddenly released from the white body of "Little Nine-Tails".

Around the little nine-tails, a layer of pure white outline is constructed. That illusory posture is clearly a nine-tailed spirit fox. This is the soul imprint of the soul of the fox. As soon as the imprint comes out, there is a feeling that has been tempered by ancient times.

Practice, and the accumulated breath will come out.

And on the face with the soul mark at the front, there is a mask of pain directly on it.

The mental power was evenly matched, and the pain caused by the impact was not only far beyond Yan Ling'er's expectation, but also beyond the expectations of Zunhu Soul.

"ah!"

"ah!"

Without any pause, two pitiful roars came out from the mouths of Yan Ling'er and Zunmo Soul almost at the same time. In an instant, the sound resounded throughout the cave, and the echoes of the sound shocked the souls, filling the despair with stubbornness.

"Die to me!"

Yan Ling'er looked at the fluctuations of the two forces above her fist, and her spiritual power surged out again, converging towards her fist, and a severe sting struck again.

The tingling feeling originating from the depths of the soul was several times more painful than the reshaping of the meridians during Nirvana and rebirth. In an instant, Yan Ling'er spurted out a mouthful of blood, marking the front red.

of spiritual strength.

When they opened their eyes again and looked at each other, apart from the ferocious murderous intent, there was no other emotion in their eyes.

Fortunately, before these two forces collided, Xiaowu and Donglin in front of Shiling's ninth-level pagoda were aware of the subtle changes in the current atmosphere.

Before the little milk dog and Qingluan could finish devouring the core of the source demon, they rolled up the two and fled into the ninth-level pagoda of Shiling.

Otherwise, under the raging power of this powerful spiritual power, they may become idiots in an instant, just like those thousands of Netherworld Chaos Beasts frozen by the true meaning of ice, with their eyes widened to the extreme without any sparkle.

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His soul was snatched away in an instant, just like ice sculpture specimens silent in this glacier world.

"Jie Jie, what, is it painful? Look at the girl behind you, tsk tsk, he is a hundred times more painful than you at this moment!" The white soul mark of the soul of the fox was peeled off from the body of the little nine tails.

, looking at Yan Ling'er with a distorted face, he made an extremely cruel provocation, and the smile on his face was even more disgusting.

This is a naked personal attack!

At the same time, under the disgusting smile, a dark energy of spiritual power shot out along the ice pick toward Yan Ling'er below.

Dark energy poured in, and Yan Ling'er's scalp suddenly felt numb with pain. While staring, his mood fluctuated slightly.

"I'm fine!" However, just when the severe pain penetrated deep into his heart, a clear girl's voice suddenly sounded in his consciousness. The soul under the pain slightly opened his eyes and looked at the safe and sound blood-red demon in front of him.

The spirit, everything, told him that Jingyan's condition was not bad.

Between gritted teeth, traces of blood seeped out from the corners of his mouth.

The stars above the Yuan Shen and the Mansion Spirit moved very fast, outlining strange lines. In the center of these lines, the invisible spiritual power flowed out like an endless river, rushing towards the fist along the ten meridians.

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"Is it painful? I'm afraid it would be even more ugly without your painful mask!"

"I have endured hardships along the way that are far beyond your imagination."

"So, put away your humble plan and have a head-on confrontation!"

"Respect the soul of the fox, even if you fall, don't be humble!"

Yan Ling'er looked at the soul imprint of Zunhu Soul in front of him, and his words were full of awe. Every word fell into Zunhu Soul's ears, but it was like a heavy punch, hurting Zunhu deeply.

The soul of the soul.

Once upon a time, the most powerful people had to rely on words to attack.

At the same time, the vast spiritual power emanating from the Yuan Shen and the flaming power emanating from the Ghost Nine Heavens Monument merged again on the fist, and continued to converge, until finally, it was like a solid, rich brilliance.

The ice cone formed by the fusion of such power with the true meaning and spiritual power, during the collision, aroused a shocking white light, flying between the sky and the earth, like lightning, raging in the void.

"Gee, it's a head-to-head confrontation. I don't know how many years have passed before I can still hear such words."

"But, since you want it, then I will make it happen for you!"

"Boy, please remember my name. I am a member of the nine-tailed fox clan!"

The mask of pain was peeled off in one breath, and what emerged was the greed hidden under the mask of pain, the greed for the vast and powerful power of the world, and this power, at this time, was within reach behind the young man's arms.

place.

Bo Zhong, the name of the Soul of the Fox, is just that these names have long been buried without trace in the passage of time in the Yanling Illusion Realm.

However, even if you are called a venerable person, you have the pride of a venerable person.

Yan Ling'er looked at the Venerable Bozhong in front of her, and in a daze, she seemed to see herself before her death. However, after ten thousand years, he was reborn again, and he was much, much luckier than the Venerable Bozhong.

"Bozhong, okay, I remember."

"However, in order to let you die in peace, I might as well tell you that my taboo name is: Ling'er...Hua Zun!"

When Ling'er transformed into a deity, the name taboo from ten thousand years ago came out from Yan Ling'er's mouth again, everything seemed like a dream, and under this dream, the soul of the soul suffered from the pain of tens of thousands of golden needles, seemed to follow

Disappear quietly.

Yan Ling'er's calm eyes looked at the shocked Venerable Bozhong in front of him, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

At this moment, all hatred seems to be forgotten!

"Ling'er Hua Zun, Hua Zun!" Venerable Bozhong's cold words were full of incredulity. The young man in front of him had the same fate as himself, and he was actually reborn as Hua Zun.

Staring into each other's eyes, the two of them were like lovers sparking off sparks, but behind the sunshine came a more ferocious storm.

"It's unbelievable. I didn't expect that in this ruined place of the illusion world, I can actually meet the reborn body of Lord Hua. Haha, in this way, today's harvest will be even greater."

The Soul of the Fox looked at Yan Ling'er's face, a sinister smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and the excitement in his words was obviously more intense than before.

Not only that, the true meaning and spiritual power of ice suddenly gathered in the void. During the process of speaking, another terrifying ice cone was formed out of thin air on the other sharp fox claw of Xiao Jiuwei. However, after the ice cone was constructed,

, the soul imprint of the Soul of the Venerable Fox, and the fit with the Little Nine-Tails body are obviously further apart.

Killing the chicken to retrieve the egg, this practice is clearly the result of excessive consumption of the spiritual power of the Soul of the Fox.

After the soul mark was separated, Yan Ling'er instantly understood the thoughts of Venerable Bo Zhong.

"Do you want to fight to the death?" Looking at the ice cone that was formed in an instant, the invisible force on Yan Ling'er's left fist suddenly turned golden and red, and the fusion of fire power and mental power became violent.

It is better to strike first than to be beaten.

Yan Ling'er looked at the Soul of the Fox who was very close at hand, and a creepy smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

At the same time, scarlet blood filled his eyes instantly, his pupils suddenly shrank, and the last dark color in his eyes completely disappeared. It looked like someone had dug out his eyeballs with one breath.

It was gloomy and terrifying, and the eyes of the little Nine-Tails were facing each other like this, and there was an icy aura that made the surrounding void become filled with frost.

"The harvest depends on your ability!"

"Die to me!"

The three-shaped unified power on both fists swayed out without restraint. Along the way, it was completely filled with spiritual power. At this moment, the spiritual power, like the power of fire, was transformed into the most direct power output by Yan Ling'er.

For a moment, countless afterimages of fists appeared in the void, and they were violently outputting towards the Venerable Bozhong in front of them. As soon as the battle situation changed, the face of the Venerable Bozhong suddenly changed.

Does this kind of attack still have the appearance of a confrontation of mental strength?

He never thought that Yan Ling'er would be so crazy. Even if Yan Ling'er wins in the end, the trauma left behind will probably be indelible. And once he loses, he will be doomed and never be reborn.

After experiencing life and death, how can we take life and death lightly? Shouldn't settling for a living be the only option?

At this moment, Venerable Bozhong had the idea of ​​​​retreating, but unfortunately, he was also caught in the waves of the river, and there was no way back.

"Crazy, crazy!"

In a rage, Bo Zhong had no choice. The two true meanings and the ice picks constructed by spiritual power also turned into two fist gloves in his hands. While meeting the storm-like fists, he mechanically swung forward.

With such a crazy clash of mental powers, he never had the chance to control Little Nine-Tails' physical body. All he had to do was rely solely on the compatibility created by Jie Chen in the previous five years.

At this time, the white soul mark that was separated from the body became more and more obvious.

"Ah, ah...ah!"

In the glacier cave, the two figures turned into countless afterimages. During the collision, the spiritual power merged the surrounding land thousands of feet into the battle situation, making the scene chaotic.

At the same time, the aftermath of the mental power quietly shattered the true meaning in the glacier, causing the power of the flame patterns covering the glacier to begin to surge again.

The water droplets gather and the stream becomes a river!

At this time, Yan Linger and Master Bozhong were completely unaware of the subtle changes in the power of the flame pattern under the glacier. The immersive battle had made them forget everything.

"Boom, boom!"

Every punch and awl clash is frightening and soul-destroying. I don’t know how long it has passed, but the soul imprint of Zunhu’s soul has gradually faded away.

In an instant, a clear look suddenly appeared in the scarlet pupils of the "Little Nine-Tails" who was fighting violently.

"I, I can't sleep..."

"Brother Ling, brother Ling is still fighting, I...I can't sleep!"

Among the afterimages, an inaudible sound suddenly sounded in the glacier cave, as clear and crisp as the sound of a mountain flute.

"Little...little Kyuubi?"

Through the afterimages in the sky, Yan Ling'er seemed to see little Jiuwei's face, and a faint smile appeared. The sunshine and warm feeling contained in it penetrated the soul.

However, he couldn't tell whether the current battle was real, illusory, or just his own imagination, but no matter what, his soul power was almost exhausted.

At this moment, looking at Xiao Jiuwei with a smile on his face opposite him, Yan Linger had no choice.

In the soul, all the spiritual power, and all the fire power in the Ghost Nine Heavens Monument, instantly emerged, gathered in the meridians, and finally poured into the fist.

Both fists came down and collided head-on with the ice pick. Both of them released their final strength.

"boom…"

There was a loud noise, and the ice cone attacking from the front shattered instantly and turned into countless ice shards. Behind the little nine tails, the sky was full of ice cubes, rising through the air, and countless ice cubes were suspended in the void.

After seeing such a scene, Yan Ling'er's consciousness finally became blurry...