Yan Ling fantasy world

The blood slave, the holy blood slave, stood with his hands behind his back. His tall and majestic body stood above the head of the hundred-foot-long blood-red dragon. His contemptuous eyes looked directly into the crumbling mountain peaks, showing his domineering kingship.

"It's Lord Blood Slave!"

"Haha... As expected, Lord Blood Slave fought to the end. He is so strong. It seems that Lord Blood Slave is probably at the peak of Xiaozun's glazed body, right? With such strength, even among the Holy Sons, he is among the best.

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Under the scarlet moon, the tiger-faced man looked at the blood slave with excitement, then looked at the crumbling mountain peak, with a look of disdain on his face.

"Isn't this normal?"

"Lingqu, a place of ruins in the declining fantasy world. If it hadn't been arranged by the young patriarch, why would I have come here?" There was a disdainful voice under the moonlight.

"Yes, in this life, he has the opportunity to fight against the blood slave, which is also the greatest blessing in his life."

"However, a place like this should have been kicked out of the fantasy world and reduced to a land of ruins long ago. I don't know what the young patriarch thinks, but he actually asked three or four of our teams to come here together."

"What do you know, Master Xue Slave and Xue Kun..."

"Ahem..." Under the moonlight, when the saints were chatting happily, the tiger-faced man with an eagle on his feet interrupted their discussion with a dry cough.

Hearing this, the discussing saints shrank their necks.

He looked warily at the blood slave ahead, his blood-red eyes darting away, clearly showing fear.

"Ahem, okay, okay, now, Master Xue Slave has solved this farce with one punch. Solve it early and go back earlier, so as not to delay Master Blood Slave's Holy Son Competition, and let us return earlier.

The battlefield, there, is our stage!"

Among the figures, a tiger-faced man glanced at the collapsed mountain peak and said in peace.

Suddenly, under the scarlet moon, the saints were laughing and chatting happily, relaxed and harmonious.

At the moment, ten miles away, Xuan Qingyi, Long Ting and others looked at the crumbling mountain peaks, their expressions were as if burning steel had been poured with water, and they were extremely ugly.

The mountain collapsed and he was buried alive, or it was caused by a frontal punch from the powerful man with the Supreme Glazed Body.

alive?

The probability of dying must be greater than living!

The battle between Yan Ling'er and the blood slaves was too fast and too violent. Although they wanted to help, they couldn't intervene at all. Even in the aftermath of the battle, with their half-step power to the first and second levels of the supreme realm, it would be impossible to intervene.

The existence of giving away one's head.

Now, Yan Ling'er was hit by a punch and her life or death was unknown. The tension in her heart was self-evident.

He took one step forward, about to jump out, and when he headed towards the crumbling mountain peak, the void in front of him trembled, and countless flame patterns formed a thick wall of flame patterns in front of him.

"Jingyan, why are you..."

Xuan Qingyi, whose face was ashen, looked back and asked in confusion.

If buried alive in the mountain peak, if it is done in time, it is impossible to avoid the subsequent damage of suffocation, but if it is too late, how can it be possible to survive?

"Believe him, the Supreme Glazed Body will not die so easily!"

Xue Jingyan looked at Xuan Qingyi with firm eyes and nodded heavily.

And her palm caressed the Liyuan Brush, and faint blood-red flame patterns flashed on the Liyuan Brush. Her beautiful eyes looked at the blood slave in the distance, full of cold color.

Today, if Yan Linger stayed here.

Then she would have the entire Holy Seed Team bury his bones, even if it cost her blood.

"Morosheng!"

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"Compared with ruthlessness, my blood slave has never lost to anyone!"

The blood slave looked down at the crumbling mountain peaks in front of him, with a look of disdain on his cheeks. He licked his tongue slightly and spit out two teeth from his mouth.

Lifting his palm lightly, the giant dragon under his feet once again transformed into a blood-red sword. It licked the blade, and the scarlet blood dyed the sword red. While it was extremely bloody, it also showed the tyranny of the blood slave.

However, his distorted face could not help but grin despite the severe pain.

A mouthful of blood was spat out again, which contained rich blood clots.

Yan Ling'er's punch hit her face firmly. Even if he had a supreme glazed body and no matter how strong his recovery power was, it would be extremely difficult for him to recover from such a heavy blow in a short time.

But, fortunately.

At this time, when he sensed the collapsed mountain peak again, there was no breath of life under the collapsed mountain peak.

Not even a monster beast has ever existed.

Death was his final definition of Yan Linger.

"Thousands of years of grudges are understood today. The grudges between you and me are now over!"

The blood slave rubbed his cheek gently and looked at the mountain, with a look of respect on his face.

The broadsword stood horizontally, and the blood-red light lingered on the broadsword. In the next breath, the majestic demonic energy came from his body, like a flood, filling the sky, and then pouring towards the mountain below.

Beating the corpse was his purpose.

Even if you die, your flesh and blood must be completely stripped off and your bones shattered into ashes.

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"Jingyan, you...let me go!"

Xuan Qingyi looked at the blood slave's actions, and Mingdong's eyes were instantly filled with blood and turned blood red.

In one breath, she finally realized clearly that her feelings for Yan Ling'er were not friendship, let alone a blood connection with the flying monster beast, but sincere love from the heart.

Looking at Xuan Qingyi, Little Dog, and Long Ting, whose expressions collapsed, their expressions also changed drastically, and their figures shot out.

However, like Xuan Qingyi, when the two broke through the void.

As expected, two blood-red flame patterns stood out of thin air in front of them, like copper and iron walls. The two directly collided with the flame patterns and bounced back.

A look of confusion appeared in their eyes.

Xue Jingyan held the Liyuan pen in her hand, her face was calm, and there was even a smile on her lips.

"Jingyan, I'm fine. Please comfort them. Tonight is a feast for demon spirits, so don't spoil the fun!"

Just now, when she, Xuan Qingyi and the others were about to take action, Yan Ling'er's voice came from among the demon spirits. From the perspective of the soul, Yan Ling'er did not mean to be seriously injured.

On the contrary, at this time, his aura has not weakened after all, but has become extremely strong.

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"Holy skill, cross flame kill!"

The overwhelming demonic energy suddenly gathered in the void.

The blood-red cross blade formed with a breath. In one breath, the world was instantly dyed red. In front of the blood slave, the cross flame blade was tens of feet high. This time, it was obviously even worse than before.

and.

However, faced with such a fatal blow.

In the dark place among the collapsed mountain peaks, the young man closed his eyes slightly and collapsed on the ground with his breath free. His abdomen was sunken and deformed in a terrifying shape, showing a gloomy look.

The bright colored glaze all over the body was extremely dark at this time, and a white bone suddenly protruded from the depression in the abdomen, which was even more eye-catching.

This appearance is as miserable as that of a dying person.

Yan Ling'er was severely injured by the blood slave's punch and was on the verge of death.

All around, the faint light of Shicai True Palace flickered, enveloping him.

"Ten colorful true palaces, one palace born!"

The frail Yan Ling'er opened her mouth tremblingly, and her soft words were almost inaudible under her full strength.

However, the moment his words fell to the ground, a ray of spiritual power separated from his soul.

Trembling slightly, it slowly floated towards the ancient niche pattern of the Shicai Zhendian in front, sinking into it bit by bit. With a breath, the green light of the Shicai Zhendian glowed slightly, and a rich power of life was slowly released from the Zizhendian.

It flowed into Yan Linger's sunken belly like a stream.

"Ah!" The severe pain made Yan Ling'er grimace, but the restorative power of the Shicai Zhendian made him feel much more comfortable, and the pain on his face gradually faded.

Blood slave, Yan Ling'er obviously underestimated his strength. With one punch, he not only broke several of his ribs, but also made his Yanfu tremble.

If not for the last moment, it would have been due to the protection of the Shicai Palace and the influence of his own Suzaku Spirit Demon bloodline.

At this time, he is probably very likely to completely perish here.

Sensing the recovery of the abdomen and the Ten Colors True Palace, which are constantly nourishing and nurturing all the meridians, Yan Linger smiled slightly.

However, in an instant, it disappeared again.

Because, although it was incredible that he still had his breath after receiving a heavy blow, outside the Shicai True Palace, a sudden icy chill swept over him, causing his complexion to change suddenly.

"Hey, do you really want to stay here?"

"Am I really going to die here?"

With a low sigh, Yan Ling'er wanted to ask Xu Jingyan for help. However, in the next breath, another voice suddenly came from within her consciousness.

"Hey... brat, you really know how to cause trouble."

"Every time, you push yourself to death, is it just to let me out?"

"Can't you kill yourself without killing yourself?"

The old man's weak voice was filled with care and concern.

When the frail Yan Ling'er heard this, a helpless smile appeared on his face. He supported the ground with his stumbling palms and slowly helped him sit up. At this time, his face was almost completely deformed.

The white bones that protruded suddenly collided with his own arm at some unknown moment.

The severe pain made it impossible for him to bear the strength at the moment.

"Bang!" Yan Ling'er's body slammed down, and there were even signs of bouncing off the ground.

"Senior, I'm sorry for putting you in danger again!" A weak voice came from Yan Ling'er's forehead.

Helpless, helpless, but helpless...

However, just as he was in despair, a loud roaring sound came from the Phantom Nine Heavens Monument in Yan Mansion, and then, a golden-red Suzaku spirit demon flew out from the Phantom Nine Heavens Monument.

Fly out of the body and flicker in the dark place.

At the same time, the soul wings of the Suzaku spirit demon flickered, sinking into Yan Linger's sea of ​​consciousness like dust, scattering the blood-red spirit fox spirit.

"Supreme Glazed Body!"

"The taste of the ten imperial veins."

"The taste of the three emperor veins, little one, it seems that you are very destined to my Suzaku spirit demon clan."

The soul of the Suzaku spirit demon flying in the air looked at Yan Ling'er who collapsed on the ground, with a smile on his face, but there was no sign of panic at all.

At this time, Yan Ling'er looked at the soul flying in the air in front of her and remembered the promise she made to Luo Youxi that day.

His soul returned to his hometown and his bones were buried in the Bird Tomb.

In one breath, it's like a series of...

"Senior, I'm sorry, maybe I can't fulfill my promise to you!"

Yan Linger smiled slightly, with a hint of helplessness on her painful face.

The soul of the Suzaku spirit demon looked at the young man, a smile appeared on his face, and said: "Promise, you didn't make any promises to me, haha..."

Yan Ling'er's deformed face trembled slightly. From beginning to end, he had indeed never made any promise to the old man. However, he was determined in his heart that no matter what, he would let this "saint" help him through difficulties many times.

resurrection.

It's a pity that one impulse still wasted a good scene.

The soul of the Suzaku spirit demon was flying around. Looking at the helpless face, a smile of relief appeared immediately and he said with a smile: "Although he didn't do it to me, I know that little guy, I can meet a little guy like you before I die.

, still very happy..."

At this moment, Yan Linger's consciousness was finally blurred.

The soul of the Suzaku spirit demon looked at Yan Ling'er with a faint smile, as if whispering to himself: "However, a severely injured soul like mine has no chance of rebirth."

"Think about it, my time in this Ghost Nine Heavens Monument has reached its limit!"

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"Yan Ling'er, I'm here to save you..."

"Jingyan, I'm fine. Please comfort them. Tonight is a feast for demon spirits, so don't spoil the fun!"

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