Yan Ling fantasy world

"Third team of saints, blood slaves!"

Under the scarlet moonlight, Yan Ling'er held a rusty spear in his hand, stood with his hands behind his back, and looked directly at the sky above the forest ten miles away with his dark pupils.

There, the collision between the beast tide and the flame pattern has begun.

The thunderous thunder caused by the shocking explosion caused countless spirit demons to fall on the spot. Such a thrilling and soul-stirring scene made Yan Ling'er frown slightly.

Because, after the beast tide, within the scope of the scarlet moon's light, in addition to the red dragon in front, there were also behemoths coming from the sky and blending with them under the scarlet moon.

"roar!"

Where the pupils focused, a dragon roar resounded through the void, and dozens of miles away, a blood-red light emerged from the scarlet moon.

Looking carefully, what is coiled in the void is actually a giant red dragon of 100 feet, squirming gracefully. Long Su Fengyun actually fluctuates under the squirming, strong winds suddenly rise, and countless ancient trees standing in the forest below are uprooted in an instant.

"Saint slave of the blood slave!" Yan Ling'er repeated again, looking back at Long Ting, Xuan Qingyi, Little Milk Dog, Xue Jingyan and others, with a solemn look on her face, and said: "The battle will start around Jingyan later, you guys

, don’t come out of this flame array.”

Looking at Yan Ling'er's solemn eyes, Xuan Qingyi and Long Ting both nodded slightly. Even the little naughty little naughty dogs seemed to be filled with a sense of solemnity.

He knew that the current battle was by no means comparable to any previous battle.

"Be careful too!" Xue Jingyan looked at Yan Linger and nodded lightly.

She also knew the blood slave. If it were ten thousand years ago, he could be killed with just the touch of a hand. But now, this guy has survived for ten thousand years. Even if he is a pig, his strength will grow to a terrifying level.

The most important thing is that his cruel methods have taught many creatures on the continent a lesson.

"roar!"

The giant red dragon roared violently, and thousands of ancient trees were uprooted. Under the pressure of the giant dragon, it suddenly swept towards Yan Ling'er's direction.

At the same time, the giant red dragon swung its tail angrily across the air. The vast and raging fire power suddenly gathered in the void like a mountain roaring before a tsunami, and instantly transformed into a giant red dragon that was tens of feet tall. "Roar!" Dragon

The chant resounded throughout the heaven and earth.

The giant red dragon transformed by the power of fire broke out of the sky, blowing a terrifying strong wind, which merged with the violent power of fire below, and the heaven and earth suddenly tore apart.

Yan Ling'er and the others who were dozens of miles away also immediately felt the violent attack.

Boom!

With a bang, Yan Ling'er stepped out of the air, and the main branch of an ancient tree more than ten feet below instantly bent. When it reset, Yan Ling'er's figure had shot out.

And in front, the body of a red dragon that was more than ten feet away collided head-on with a thousand-foot mountain peak.

"Boom!" The piercing sound of the explosion made the ears of the mountain spirit demons ring in the air. The mountain peaks instantly shattered, and countless rubbles and ancient trees were swept towards Yan Ling'er like a mountain under the vast flaming power.

Two violent forces, one on the ground and one in the sky, tore apart the heaven and earth.

In the blink of an eye, countless gaps were torn out in the dense flame pattern ten miles away, and at this moment, a surging tide of beasts from behind rushed into the gap and came to fight in the direction of Yan Ling'er.

Countless spirit demons collided with the flame pattern again.

In the mountains and forests, within a ten-mile radius, is where Xue Jingyan and others are guarding.

"My dear mother, is this a fight or a suicide?" Looking at the countless spirit demons that collided with the flame formation and exploded instantly, the little puppy's eyes widened.

Everything in front of me seemed so unreal. I knew that there was a trap ahead, but I was still not afraid of the impact of life and death.

Why? Rush towards their gap together.

With this kind of posture, ordinary demon masters or humans would probably give up the fight in an instant.

The little milk dog's words were answered by no one.

But just as countless spirit monsters advanced five miles, Xue Jingyan, who was standing on the flame pattern, moved.

The slender jade hand holds the blood-red Liyuan pen, and a ray of spiritual power is injected into it. On the pen barrel, the deep blood-red lines flicker slightly, like fireflies shining in the dark night in summer.

However, there is a touch of eternity in this light.

The pen holder was lifted lightly, the tip of the pen was frivolous, and the blood-red vellus hair suddenly grew at the moment of lifting, leaping in the void, like a blooming lotus with a soul, rushing in all directions.

Endless and long-lasting flame lines are outlined from the dancing hairs.

"This...is the flame pattern?"

The little puppy looked at the fluffy hairs flying in the sky, his chin stretched straight out, and his eyes widened in excitement.

In one breath, the number of flying hairs is probably tens of thousands, and the number of flame patterns outlined is also tens of thousands formed out of thin air in the blink of an eye.

The horror of the Liyuan Pen, the ninth one on the list of sacred objects, was revealed at the beginning.

"Liyuan Pen, Jie Jie...what a wonderful spiritual weapon!"

On the giant red dragon, the blood slave looked at the vellus hairs flying all over the sky in the depths of the forest, as well as the countless flame patterns formed instantly, and recognized them at a glance.

Liyuan Bi, the existence that once shook the Yanling Royal Capital, reappears today.

The blood slave let out a startled expression, and at the same time, his feet suddenly exerted force, leaving an afterimage behind him. The dark figure penetrated the black light, jumped a hundred feet, ignored the large formation of flame patterns in front of him, and rushed in head-on.

At the same time, the hundred-foot-long blood-red dragon fell vertically under its feet. The light flickered and turned into a blood-red sword about a foot long. It drew a blood-red line in the void and was held tightly by the blood slave's palm.

With the blood knife in hand, a look of contempt for the world emanated from the blood slave's blood-red pupils.

However, before he could take any further action, the space in front of him suddenly froze.

The young man's sharp eyes appeared in front of the blood slave out of thin air. A golden-red figure flashed, and a cold spear filled with golden-red light exuded a domineering aura of true intent, pointing directly at the blood slave's head.

"Huh?" The tiger's eyes narrowed slightly, in surprise, and the corner of his mouth curled up with a hint of amusement.

"Are the Third Team of Holy Seeds and Blood Slaves still planning to launch a sneak attack?" With cold words and a look of contempt, the moment Yan Ling'er's figure appeared, the domineering spear tactfully struck at the head of the Blood Slave.

But after taking a breath, the cold spear suddenly retracted, and the cold air in the sky instantly turned into a desolate air, stirring up the flame spirits of the world and attacking the blood slave's body.

Spiritual Ancient Spear Intention, Desolate Realm!

After using it again, Yan Ling'er's Spiritual Valley Spear Intention in the Desolate Realm was obviously much stronger than before.

The seventh level is to transform the true meaning into the invisible.

This is the ultimate development of Yan Ling'er's spear intention, and it is all that is left in the memory of ten thousand years ago. The prerequisite for developing it to this extent is that the mental power is strong enough.

The Great Master Realm is Yan Ling'er's fundamental support.

Invisibly grasping the trajectory of every true intention, the spear intention can truly be brought into full play. Those who are besieged will have no room to escape at all, and it is extremely mysterious.

But when the cold light of the spear set off an invisible strong wind, and the sudden face appeared in front of the blood slave, the latter did not panic at all.

A cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he said: "Jie Jie... I never thought that the famous Venerable Ling'er, after ten thousand years, would still remember the name of this little saint. How lucky!"

"But it wasn't me who attacked, it was you!"

The blood slave's tiger eyes were slightly condensed, his voice was cold, his palm turned over, the blood-red broadsword, the blade's light became cold, and the domineering sword intent was cut out from the air, and it met head-on with the ancient spiritual spear intent.

"Hiss!" The force collided, and the void hissed. The two forces split the void, but in just a moment, Linggu Spear Intention was directly split into two halves, and the domineering sword light slashed towards Yan Ling'er's figure.

The speed was so fast that even Yan Ling'er couldn't react in time.

The sudden change caused Yan Linger's pupils to shrink suddenly.

"Damn it, this guy has really grown up a lot!" Yan Ling'er looked at the blood slave with a sneer on his face, and his heart became cold. At the same time, the light of the Zhencai armor suddenly bloomed above his body, and a palace about ten feet long continued from the front.

, gets bigger in one second.

"Ten Colorful True Palaces, Four Palace Towns!"

"Ten colored true palaces, six palace covers!"

When the sword light arrived, "Boom!" a bell sounded like the ringing of eternity, echoing in the sky above the Longsu Mountain Range. The void condensed, and Zhang Xu's palace was instantly knocked away a hundred feet away under the sword light.

The strong wind that shot out roared over the hills.

"Bang!"

With a roar, the Shicaizhen Palace sank directly into the thousand-foot mountain peak.

Under the dim light of the night, a dark cave appears completely natural.

"It has the flavor of the Seven Colorful Palace, ranked 18th on the Sacred Artifact List."

"It also has the flavor of the Seven Colorful Demon Palace, which is ranked thirteenth on the list of sacred weapons."

"interesting!"

The tiger's nose moved slightly, and the blood slave took a deep breath of the true palace smell that filled the void, raised the corners of his mouth, and raised his sword.

"Holy skill." The blade swept across the void, and a burning blood-red cross flame formed out of thin air in front of the blood slave. He raised his cheek slightly with a touch of disdain and said: "Cross flame kill!"

Whoosh...

The cross flame was like two intersecting sharp blades. The moment the blood slave's voice fell to the ground, it burst out and wreaked havoc towards Yan Ling'er inside the mountain...

Along the way, strong winds raged, and the cross flames set off hurricanes and exploded, destroying everything around them for more than ten feet, leaving only a piece of dark yellow scorched earth, appearing under the scarlet moonlight.

"Bang!"

The cross flame blade sank into the mountain peak, making a low explosion sound.

Then, the thousand-foot mountain peak trembled slightly, and the mountain peak that reached into the clouds suddenly tilted, and the two halves of the mountain peak slid downwards from the place where the knife was cut.

"Vulnerable!"

The cold voice of the blood slave floated in the void. "Roar!" A dragon roared, and the blood-red sword in his hand rose into the sky and transformed into a giant red dragon again.

Touching the void lightly, the blood slave's figure burst out. Under the illumination of the scarlet moon, he slowly landed and stood firm between the two blood-red horns of the red dragon's head.

Standing on the handrail, overlooking the crumbling mountain peaks, his face was full of contempt.

However, just when he was about to charge towards the flame formation, his body suddenly sank slightly, and his eyes looking towards the mountain peak were slightly surprised.

"Um?"

"Not dead!"

A sneer curled up at the corner of his mouth, and through the broken mountain debris, he still felt a breath of life.

The breath is free, but unusually strong.

"boom!"

Within the mountain peak, a blood-red light rose into the sky and hung directly above the clouds. At this moment, the sky of the Longsu Mountain Range was dyed red.

"Are you ready to stop like this?"

"So, doesn't it mean you don't take me seriously enough?"