Yan Ling fantasy world

"Supreme glazed body." Looking at the transparent glazed body, Yan Ling'er's domineering face showed contempt, and said: "After ten thousand years of cultivation, you are still stuck in the realm of small glazed body. Is it worth being rampant?"

"worth?"

"Jie Jie...Whether it's worth it or not is not up to you." The blood slave showed disdain, with a stern smile on his lips, and looked at Yan Ling'er with contempt.

The tiger's claws instantly turned into glass, and the clear and transparent fist looked like a gem under the scarlet moon.

His eyes were condensed and his voice suddenly became louder. "Do you think that you are still the same Venerable Ling'er who was looked up to thousands of years ago and can stand shoulder to shoulder with the Young Patriarch?"

A punch, this time, without any fancy movements, a solid fist, complete physical strength.

"Bang!" A harsh, dull bang was heard on the Liu Li body's fist.

Half a breath later, a strong wind passed by Yan Ling'er's ears, like an invisible sharp blade, and a strand of hair slowly fell down the moment the strong wind swept by.

One punch directly shattered the void and penetrated through the void.

The Supreme Glazed Body is so terrifying!

And this result was due to Yan Ling'er's use of the fifth level prophet of Futu Lingjue in advance.

Otherwise, the strong wind would be enough to make his head move.

"Interesting, I actually avoided it." A look of surprise, the corner of his mouth slightly raised, the blood slave said coldly: "In that case, come on, let you taste my power."

The blood slave's hind legs suddenly exerted force, and the glaze-colored flesh suddenly bloomed with light. The blood-red Flamer suit exploded with a "bang" sound, and debris fell from the sky like snowflakes.

The explosive muscle lines and the dazzling glass-colored transparent body look like a dazzling glass man under the scarlet moon.

"Boom!" The figure of the blood slave shot out. In the blink of an eye, he appeared in front of Yan Ling'er. The bright glazed fist suddenly enlarged. "Death!" A loud shout came from the mouth of the blood slave.

The blood shadow flew over very quickly. Yan Ling'er raised his head slightly and looked at the suddenly enlarged glass fist.

With a solemn expression on his face, two golden-red wings roared out from behind him. Without any hesitation, he quickly retreated, and the color of glaze filled the fist in his hand instantly.

Blood Slave's burst speed is obviously one minute faster than Yan Linger's.

When the fist suddenly appeared in front of him, the glazed fist punched out and collided head-on with the blood slave's fist.

"Bang", the clear and crisp sound is like the ringing of a bell, echoing in the Longsu Mountains.

With a breath, Yan Ling'er's figure quickly retreated above the violent fist of the blood slave. In the blink of an eye, a touch of coldness appeared ten feet away. The wings behind him suddenly shook, and Yan Ling'er's figure rushed towards the direction of the blood slave at high speed.

In the blink of an eye, their eyes met, and they said coldly: "Death?"

"I'm afraid you don't have this ability!" Yan Ling'er's eyes were slightly cold, looking at the blood slave without a trace of ecology. "Ten thousand years ago, I never looked at you directly. Ten thousand years later, I still won't. So, you are here to die.

It should be you..."

"Second-grade fire skill: Meteor Wind and Thunder Fist!"

In an instant, countless bright fists appeared in the sky and attacked the blood slave from Yan Linger's hand.

The number is dizzying, and the power contained in each punch is like a series of terrifying mountain peaks, pressing on your head, making you unable to breathe.

The second-grade fire skill, a fire skill that could be almost ignored by blood slaves, broke out in the hands of Yan Ling'er, who had a supreme glazed body, in a way that he shouldn't have.

Seeing the countless fists and the roaring wind, the blood slave didn't show the slightest fear on his face.

It was Yan Linger's words that completely angered him.

Thousands of years ago, I never looked at it from the front, but after just one glance, it is still the same after ten thousand years.

The man in front of him was reborn after tens of thousands of years. He is now only about twenty years old. Even at such an age, he already has the ability to confront himself head-on.

Although he sounded extremely unhappy, his words made the blood slave feel deeply afraid.

The fear was even more terrifying than it was ten thousand years ago. This fear originated from the depths of the Demonic Core. He had not felt this way for many years after entering the Supreme Realm.

Looking at the figure in front of him, for a moment, he really felt as if he had seen the young figure from thousands of years ago.

"Haven't you ever looked at me?"

"Haha, if that's the case, then I'll let you never see it."

"roar!"

The blood slave's scarlet eyes seemed to be dripping with blood.

With a roar, the colored glaze on his body exploded to the extreme, and as his fists were swung, countless afterimages of his fists appeared in the void.

Where the attack is, confront Yan Ling'er head-on.

Thousands of years ago, he had to be content. Tens of thousands of years later, he is better than Yan Ling'er in terms of realm and physical cultivation. If this is the case, then only the pleasure brought by crushing can be more cathartic.

Thousands of years of grudges.

The Holy Seed has been despised by God and has been spurned for thousands of years. At this moment, it completely exploded.

"Bang!"

The fists collided, and the violent force raged in the air, causing the space to shatter. The atmosphere between heaven and earth was instantly chaotic, and the violent force splashed across the sky.

An ancient tree that was closer was instantly attacked by some force from inside.

With a loud "boom", the ancient tree exploded from its trunk, and the ancient tree instantly turned into a sky full of broken branches.

Like sharp swords, they shot out towards the surrounding ancient trees.

The moment the trunk of the ancient tree was gathered together, there was a "boom" sound, and the branches directly penetrated the ancient tree. At a close distance, a transparent hole was left. Viewed from a distance, the gap was extremely smooth.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

A "dong" sound fell to the ground, followed by countless "dong" sounds. In the dense forest, the branches were instantly destroyed and everything was destroyed.

Not only that, above the forest, the hand-to-hand battle between the blood slave and Yan Ling'er officially began.

The terrifying fist shadows are constantly colliding in the void. At the same time, the violent aftermath of the power makes the fighting area between the two extremely wide, especially every time they collide, in the harsh "bang bang" sound, the messy space

Immediate confusion.

A horrifying twisting force turned everything around them upside down and torn into pieces.

"Oh my god, this kind of hand-to-hand fighting..."

"Supreme Realm!"

"Supreme Realm?" The little puppy's eyes widened, and he continued with a large piece of bloody dragon meat in his mouth. He continued in disbelief: "Is this kid Yan Ling'er still a human? How did he become so strong all of a sudden?"

The way the little puppy looked at Xue Jingyan was wonderful.

Not only him, but also Long Ting also opened her eyes wide. It was at this moment that she realized Yan Ling'er's true strength.

"You don't have to be surprised. His physical body broke through to the Supreme Realm, and he only reached it in an instant."

"Really speaking, we also need to benefit from the holy seed." Xue Jingyan pointed her finger at the blood slave who was violently fighting with Yan Ling'er. At this time, they were fighting hand to hand. The dense violent force tore the world apart.

, and many hit the opponent.

Although they have the body of the Supreme Glazed Body, the power of the Supreme Realm makes them feel particularly uncomfortable.

Especially a guy like a blood slave with hundreds of years of combat experience is far more difficult to deal with than anyone imagined, and his agility, speed and fighting form in battle can only be described as terrifying.

Blinking his copper bell-sized eyes, Long Ting, Little Nanny Dog, and Xuan Qingyi all had puzzled looks on their faces.

"Thanks to him?" The little puppy rubbed his nose and smiled casually: "Did he break through because of his beating?"

"Yes, I just broke through after being beaten!"

Xue Jingyan gently put away her Liyuan pen. Because of Yan Ling'er, the battle of the blood slaves was too violent. At that moment, all the ferocious monsters that broke the formation stopped.

"A cross flame kill removed the last impurities of Ling'er's hundred meridians and ten meridians, allowing him to possess the supreme glazed body."

"Goddess, your level of joking is getting better and better."

"The Supreme Glazed Body can come out like this. If so, I would be willing to be beaten up by him." The little milk dog patted its chest and said with a smile, not believing Xue Jingyan's words at all.

After all, the Supreme Glazed Body is the true supreme state. How can it be achieved just by resisting a beating?

Xue Jingyan flicked the Liyuan pen in her hand and looked at Yan Ling'er who was fighting in the distance. In her eyes, a memory emerged in her mind.

Nirvana and rebirth!

A painful experience, even if she just heard what Yan Ling'er said, she still felt the physical pain.

Hundreds of meridians and ten meridians, broken and shaped, a full forty-five rounds, this number is unique among the Suzaku spirit demon clan.

"Because, he once experienced pain that he should not have experienced." Xue Jingyan's soft voice was extremely low, but the aura revealed was enough to chill people to the bone.

Not far away, Xuan Qingyi looked at Xue Jingyan, her teeth clenched slightly.

"Pain that shouldn't be experienced?" Long Ting and Little Dog both said softly, recalling their own unrestrained experiences, but they could not understand the pain involved.

"boom!"

"Bang!"

"Blood slave, take a punch from me!" Yan Ling'er, with blood oozing out from the corner of her mouth, clenched fists with both hands, the fierce look on her cheeks solemn, and when she opened the blood slave's sandbag-sized fist with her left hand, she whispered: "Five

Taste the flame technique, the nine-fold wave of overlapping shadows!"

The overlapping image appeared suddenly in front of the blood slave's eyes. He suddenly punched the blood slave with his right hand and hit the blood slave's face hard. The sound of broken bones could be heard clearly.

However, the moment the fist touched, a stern smile appeared on the blood slave's deformed cheek.

The colored glaze of the tiger claw on his right hand bloomed with light and hit Yan Linger's abdomen hard.

"puff..."

Almost at the same time, Yan Linger and the blood slave spat out mouthfuls of blood.

Following that, their bodies were like cannonballs, hitting each other heavily in different directions.

"boom!"

With a loud noise, the blood slave's body, which was about ten feet long, was directly hit by Yan Ling'er's fist and hit the ground heavily. A huge pit dozens of feet deep was formed out of thin air.

At the same time, Yan Ling'er's body crashed into the opposite mountain peak at a speed invisible to the eyes under the heavy hammer of the blood slave.

"Bang!"

With a loud noise, the mountain peak collapsed, and countless rocks and ancient trees collapsed instantly, setting off a terrible mudslide, directly burying Yan Ling'er alive.

In the distance, whether it was the spirit demons watching, or Xue Jingyan and others, after hearing the two fierce attacks, their hearts tightened suddenly, and their eyes looked towards the battlefield with a look of color.

At this time, the battlefield no longer looked as lush and green as it did in the middle of the night, with branches and leaves covering the sky and the sun.

Countless ancient trees were now reduced to broken branches.

Some have clean cuts, while others directly break horizontally under the force of tearing.

No matter what it is, the forest at this time no longer looks like the forest in the past. Apart from constant dilapidation, broken trees and branches, there is only desolation.

"Is it over?"

Xuan Qingyi's jade hands grasped the Flamer's robe tightly, and there was a particularly worried look in his eyes.

"The boss won't be buried alive like this, right?" The little puppy looked at Yan Ling'er who was covered by the mudslide, and whispered to himself unconsciously.

However, just as his voice fell, two cold eyes came directly towards him, frightening him and he quickly said: "Bah, bah...crow's mouth, I'm talking nonsense, I'm talking nonsense!"

As he spoke, he spit out two big mouthfuls of saliva.

"Is it over?"

"The fighting ability of the indigenous people on the edge of the ruins of the fantasy world has reached this level?" The tiger-faced man with an eagle on his feet stared at the young man buried in the mountain peak and whispered to himself.

His eyes never looked at the blood slave from beginning to end.

"Lord Xuejia, Lord Xuenu..."

"It doesn't matter. This kind of power is not enough to kill him." The tiger-faced man named Xuejia waved his hand gently.

"roar!"

In a deep pit that was tens of feet deep into the ground, a blood-red light suddenly appeared, and the sound of a dragon roared through the sky. In the next breath, a red stream of light pierced the deep pit and suddenly rose into the sky...

"Lord Blood Slave!"

"roar..."