Yan Ling fantasy world

call!

Within the Qianxiu Golden Hoop, the sound of heavy breathing emerged, and then, the old figure stepped out of the Qianxiu Golden Hoop.

"Little guy, reshaping the body requires the ability of a seventh-grade flame pattern master. Are you... a little too impatient?" The old soul man stepped out of the Qianxiu Golden Hoop and looked down at Yan Ling'er in front of him, with a look in his eyes.

The excitement came out.

At this time, the young man's cultivation level has completely surpassed his peak ability.

Speaking of which, how many years has it been since you came out of the secret realm?

The potential of the young man in front of him had already made him dumbfounded.

However, the more this happened, the more cautious Donglin became about forging his physical body and rebirth, because he really saw the opportunity to be reborn after a thousand years.

"Senior Dong, next, there will be a decisive battle with the Saints."

"I need enough powerful helpers and enough strength, so now is the perfect time to forge a physical body for you." Yan Ling'er looked at Dong Lin in front of him and smiled slightly.

As he spoke, he seemed somewhat relaxed.

Such a form made Donglin frown slightly and said with a hint of confusion: "However, rebuilding the physical body requires the ability of a seventh-grade flame pattern master. It seems that you are not there now, right?"

"Moreover, the number of spiritual plants and demon spirits consumed after reshaping the body is far beyond your imagination."

"Reshaping the Supreme Body is naturally far more difficult than imagined."

"However, do you think I will forget Mr. Dong's kindness to me?"

Between the smiles, a pearl-like milky-white storage ball appeared in Yan Ling'er's palm. He suddenly exerted force with one hand, and a small crack slowly appeared on the storage ball. Then, it made a soft and crisp sound.

The sound exploded.

The moment the milky white storage ball exploded, the rich breath of the flame spirit immediately filled the void.

"Seventh grade spiritual plant, Huangquan Zunlian!"

"Spirit Monster Realm, the physical body of the Spirit Monkey Monster Clan."

"Sixth-grade spiritual plant, blue-falling snake flower."

"Sixth Grade Spiritual Grass, Violet's Dream."

...

Looking at the spiritual plants emitting rich flame spirits in front of him, Donglin's body finally trembled slightly uncontrollably.

These are all spiritual plants needed to forge the physical body.

Not only do they have a strong spirit-gathering effect, but they also have the function of coagulating blood and flesh. With the physical bodies of them and the monkey demon clan, the conditions for forging a physical body are already met.

However, Donglin didn't know when and where Yan Linger collected these high-level spiritual plants.

You must know that he has been in Qianxiu Golden Hoop, but he is very clear about Yan Ling'er's every move, and each of these is extremely rare. If you want to collect them all, you don't have to spend a lot of Jie Chen.

How can it be accomplished?

"Old man, you don't have to be surprised. Yan Linger and I have suffered a lot for these things."

Just when Donglin was confused, Long Ting on the side muttered.

Hearing this, Dong Lin suddenly realized that Yan Ling'er would always be separated from Long Ting when they were on their way or after entering the city.

It seemed that Long Ting was stealing words, but now it seemed that he was actually working for Yan Ling'er.

Among them, it is very likely that he went to search for various spiritual plants. Naturally, he probably did a lot of stealing.

Looking back on the past, Donglin bowed deeply to Long Ting.

Seeing Dong Lin like this, Yan Linger stretched out one hand, and another dark red storage ball appeared in his palm, and said with a smile: "Senior Dong, as for the demon spirit, you don't have to worry."

Squeezing it gently with one hand, the dark red storage ball exploded instantly, and dark red light flashed in the air.

"These are all demon spirits in the spirit demon realm, and the power of their bloodline is not low. Although they are mainly from the nine-tailed spirit fox clan, the main material is still the ape clan."

"Think about it, with him, you can rest assured, right?"

These demon spirits were obtained from Ye Chen. It was said that they were also evidence of his crime of harming the demon clan. In order to repay the kindness of saving the clan and saving lives, Hu Ya gave all these demon spirits to Yan Ling'er.

At first, he wanted to refuse, but when he saw the five spirit monkey demon clan demon master realm demon spirits among them, he immediately thought of Donglin.

That's why, accept them all.

Dong Donglin looked at the demon spirits in front of him. Judging from the current aura, there were no less than ten demon spirits in the Demon Lord Realm. Among them, the precious Spirit Monkey Demon Clan and Demon Lord Realm demon spirits were even more important.

There are as many as five paths.

As for those in the spirit demon realm, there are even thousands of them. From the perspective of the aura of the demon spirit, the power of bloodline is not low.

In this way, it is perfect for refining the body.

Looking at the densely packed demon spirits in front of him, and then at the spiritual plants, Donglin's old face had some tears in his eyes. Looking at the young man in front of him, he began to tremble slightly with excitement.

It turns out that he really didn't just say it casually.

I am really making adequate preparations for my own resurrection.

Looking at the boy, Donglin finally choked up.

However, compared to Dong Lin's excitement and trembling, Yan Linger seemed much calmer.

Then she looked at Xue Jingyan aside, a slight smile appeared on her cheeks, and she said with a smile: "As for the seventh-grade flame pattern master, I really haven't reached it now." The voice paused slightly, and then in the eyes of everyone

, blood-red light flashed on Xue Jingyan's palm, and a blood-red Liyuan pen filled with a rich flame pattern appeared out of thin air.

Looking at the Liyuan pen, the smile on Yan Linger's cheeks became even stronger.

"However, with him, it may be more difficult to refine the seventh-grade Flame Pattern Pill, but refining the physical body is not a big problem." With a flick of one hand, a soft flame force controlled the Liyuan Pen in Xue Jingyan's hand.

Come.

The moment the flame power touched the Liyuan Pen, it made a low roar, as if it was resisting.

However, as Xue Jingyan's jade hand flicked twice on the top of the Liyuan pen, the resistance of the Liyuan pen mysteriously disappeared.

A blood-red arc was drawn in the air and fell into Yan Linger's hands.

After taking the Liyuan Pen, a cold feeling hit Yan Ling'er's sea of ​​consciousness. If his mental power had not reached the Great Master state, his soul might have been washed away by such an impact.

Looking at the Liyuan pen, Yan Linger smiled slightly.

Holy Spirit Artifacts all have their own arrogance, especially after recognizing their master, they want to separate themselves, unless their predecessor dies and the resentment of the Holy Spirit Artifact has subsided.

Otherwise, there is no hope of mastering it.

And Dong Lin looked at the blood-red Liyuan Pen that flew into Yan Ling'er's hand, and his body trembled with excitement, which became even more serious. Although he had never recognized it, he knew from the aura that this type of spiritual weapon was useful for refining the Flame Pattern Pill.

Great effect.

From this point of view, Yan Ling'er has really prepared all the preparations needed to refine his body.

call!

Donglin took a heavy breath and then exhaled.

Since he was ready, he was not afraid. He looked at Yan Ling'er with fiery eyes and said with a smile: "Little guy, how sure are you?"

"Seventy percent!"

"Seventy percent, so high?" Yan Linger's answer far exceeded his imagination.

When he was alive, he once saw a seventh-grade flame pattern master forge a physical body in the Yanling Capital. The result was unfortunate. Not only were the materials destroyed, but even the resurrected soul was completely destroyed.

.

At that time, he asked the seventh-grade flame pattern master, and the latter's answer was: "The probability of success is 60%."

Now, looking at Yan Linger, he predicts that if the chance of success reaches 50%, it is already rare.

Unexpectedly, Yan Ling'er's answer turned out to be as high as 70%. This result was 10% higher than that of a seventh-grade flame pattern master. I don't know whether it was Yan Ling'er's pride or whether he really had such confidence. He smiled slightly.

Looking at Dong Lin in front of him, Yan Ling'er also smiled slightly and said: "Don't worry, Mr. Dong, 70% is my most conservative estimate. Normally, it is 80 to 90%."

"this..."

"Okay, that's enough, Jie Jie... I didn't expect that after a thousand years, I would have a chance to be reborn." Yan Ling'er's sudden words made his heart tremble.

Eighty percent, ninety percent, that kind of probability was really far beyond his expectation. Regardless of whether Yan Ling'er said it was true or not, having this answer really made him feel more at ease.

"Little guy, just worry about refining."

"If it succeeds, I will follow you to the mountains of knives, to the sea of ​​fire, whatever you want. If it fails, just think that my fate is bad, and I am very grateful for everything you have done for me."

"Don't worry, Mr. Dong, I will live up to my destiny." Yan Ling'er opened her hands, which meant the beginning of Donglin.

However, when he looked at the young man in this form, he grinned and said: "Little guy, before you start, let me do something for you first, right?"

"If something really unfortunate happens, don't leave any regrets!"

"Oh? What's the matter?"

"Please let me control your body. I wonder if you will be more fortunate than me?"

"Hey, old man, don't push yourself too hard. My boss said that I would refine my body for you. Don't you think it's bad and want to take over my boss's body?" On the side, the little milk dog heard Dong Lin's words and suddenly became irritable.

At the same time, Emperor Xinlian, Long Ting, and Xuan Qingyi also frowned and looked at Yu Yan Linger, as if they had not agreed.

Looking at everyone's gaze, Yan Ling'er smiled slightly, put down one hand gently to signal everyone to calm down, and then smiled and said: "I don't know, why does Mr. Dong want this body of mine?"

"Send you a gift."

Donglin's cynical smile made everyone even more stunned.

Unexpectedly, Yan Ling'er said calmly: "Okay!"

"I don't agree!"

"Leave it to him." When Xuan Qingyi disagreed, Xue Jingyan interrupted with a smile, and then said: "Don't worry, Mr. Dong has no bad intentions."

"Can..."

"Lao Dong, let's start!"

As Yan Ling'er slowly closed his eyes, he wanted to see what the Venerable's gift was.

Looking at the young man in front of him, Donglin's eyes showed even more approval.

The power of the soul floated in the void, and finally disappeared from the top of Yan Ling'er's head into the sea of ​​consciousness.

Submerged into the sea of ​​consciousness again, this time, although there was no fear of entering the secret realm for the first time, I was deeply shocked by Yan Linger's sea of ​​consciousness.

The divine energy emanating from the hundreds of meridians made his sea of ​​consciousness feel like an ocean of divine energy.

And above the ocean, there was a blood-red demon spirit and a calm soul. Although they were both things he had seen before, the aura of the two made him feel like he was in the divine sea when he saw the megalodon.

Fear. "Good guy, with your soul, I'm afraid even a seventh-grade Flame Pattern Master won't be able to reach this level!"

"No wonder I'm 70% sure!" Looking at Yuanshen, Donglin's eyes were full of excitement and he said in amazement.

While speaking, the Yuanshen opposite opened his eyes slightly and said with a smile: "Lao Dong, let's start."

Then, Yan Ling'er's soul slowly closed his eyes, as if falling into a deep sleep. When he opened his eyes again, his eyes were filled with the vicissitudes of time.

"Are you in control?"

Looking at Yan Ling'er's expression, Xuan Qingyi whispered.

At this time, the other people also surrounded Yan Ling'er, and they saw Dong Lin's hand controlling Yan Ling'er's hand slightly raised.

All over his body, colorful rays of light bloomed.

Then, with a soft breath, the Shicai True Palace soared into the sky, stagnated in the void, and shrouded it down. A low buzzing sound emitted from the True Palace.

"Is this... also the reason for recognizing the Lord?"

"However, the taste seems wrong!"

Everyone noticed that after the Shicai Zhendian made a low hum, it did not resist at all, and even looked like it was whimpering.

"Old friend, it's been a thousand years."

"With him, is your final destination." Under the control of Yan Ling'er, an invisible force flicked against Shicai Zhendian. After Zhendian whimpered softly, he leaned against that force.

Then, crystal clear tears flowed from "Yan Ling'er's" eyes.

"It's time to reunite!"

"Come back."

"The true palace is unified!"