Yan Ling fantasy world

"You, why are you here?" The blood slave's pupils suddenly dilated, and he looked at the figure in front of him with a solemn expression. He looked around for a moment, frowned, and said: "Huh? It's the blood river, Mader, this

asshole!"

Looking at the nervous blood slave, Yan Linger just smiled and threw away a few figures.

"Bang!"

The heavy object hit the blood slave hard in front of him, and then he looked at the world curiously.

"Is this a seventh-grade storage spiritual weapon?"

"Tsk tsk...it's produced by Yanling Yudu, it's really not bad."

Seeing the spiritual plants growing all over the ground beside the stream, the dense forest exudes vitality, and the trickling water is even more refreshing. Even Yan Ling'er couldn't help but praise it for such a space.

The area is not large, but the distance is still vast. Especially because of the vigorous vitality here, one can tell at a glance that it is an extraordinary spiritual weapon.

"Blood disaster!"

The blood slave's gloomy eyes and cold corpse exuded a strong and cold air.

"You're not awake. You're bored. Let's get rid of them and kill some time." Yan Ling'er clapped her hands and looked at the blood slave. The corners of her mouth were slightly raised, and several blood spirit knives appeared out of thin air in her hand, which symbolized the mark of their identity.

Looking at the familiar figure in front of him, the blood slave's gloomy eyes flashed with cold light.

The demonic energy suddenly rose, and his figure immediately became illusory.

However, at the moment when he was about to escape, an invisible palm fell from the air, and the pressure shrouded in the palm directly pressed his body to his knees.

"Bang!" With a bang, the flaming stone on the ground shattered instantly, turning into points of flaming power and disappearing into the space.

"You...Hua Zun Realm!" Looking at the calm and joking Yan Ling'er in front of him, the blood slave felt his whole body become cold.

This kind of pressure and strength made him unable to resist at all. Even though he was at the Supreme Realm, he was no more than an ant-like existence in front of the powerful ones at the Transformation Realm.

He raised his face slightly, knowing that he might be doomed today.

I thought I could use this Heaven and Earth Universe Bag to avoid a temporary crisis, but unexpectedly, I was betrayed by that bastard Xue He.

Knowing the outcome, the fear in my heart has been reduced a bit.

A contemptuous smile appeared, and he said: "The dignified Lord Ling, for pursuing me as a holy species so closely, it seems that he is making a fuss out of a molehill, isn't it?"

"Giggle, a saint is really not worthy of my pursuit." Yan Ling'er pinched her fingertips casually, raised her head slightly, and said with a smile: "However, if it is a saint who has traveled thousands of miles from Yanling Capital, I would

Some interest."

"You...tell me, what do you want to know?" The blood slave crossed his legs with a touch of arrogance.

Looking at the blood slave who was waiting to be restrained, Yan Linger grinned.

"Oh? Have you given up?"

"This doesn't look like you are a blood slave." With a hint of curiosity, he joked: "However, after tens of thousands of years, my strength has not increased, but my brain has grown a bit."

"You..." The blood slave was so angry that he glared at her again, and his heart was filled with anger. Yan Ling'er's sharp tongue could not be faulted, but today, there was no way to do it. He sneered and said: "Haha, the dignified Lord Ling, why?

Are you just teasing me?"

"If that's the case, then you can laugh at it all you want, but I don't care."

"Gee, didn't I praise you?"

As he covered his hands, several blood spirit knives in front of him disappeared out of thin air.

Immediately, in the void, fierce energy filled the air, and a spear solidified in the void. The spear pointed at the place between the blood slave's eyebrows.

"Two things."

"As long as you say no, this spear will pierce directly between your eyebrows."

Domineering words, through the fierce gun intention.

And the air of desolation also permeated the gun head.

"If you satisfy me, you have a chance to survive today. You know my way of doing things."

The Blood Slave knew very well the way Lord Ling worked. Most of the Lords who fell under the spear were probably the number one in the world, but he was also a man of his word.

"you say!"

"First, where is Long Su Territory Lord Long Xiaotian?"

"Killed by me!"

"Kill, where is the Demon Spirit Dragon Su's Wing Fruit?"

Yan Ling'er walked down slowly in the air, with sharp eyes carrying terrifying energy, she looked directly into the eyes of the blood slave in front of her, and a trace of confusion flashed across the latter's face.

However, he was still relieved in the end, and with a wave of his hand, the Blood Spirit Sword appeared out of thin air.

"Bang!"

The Blood Spirit Knife fell from a high altitude, and the blade sank into the ground for more than a foot.

"In the Blood Spirit Sword!"

"Is it sealed?"

"right!"

"As for how much consciousness he still has, we don't know." The blood slave looked at the Blood Spirit Knife with a trace of reluctance in his eyes.

God-given demon spirits can be used to make blood spirit swords, which is really great.

It's a pity that such spiritual creatures cannot belong to him after all.

"In that case, I will accept the Blood Spirit Sword." Yan Linger held it in front of the blood slave, and blood-red light bloomed on the Blood Spirit Sword.

A feeling that was sorted out to him emerged from the consciousness of the blood slave.

He knew that Yan Ling'er was using his own methods to obliterate all the spiritual knowledge about him in the Blood Spirit Sword.

"puff!"

Ten breaths later, a mouthful of blood spurted out. The blood slave was immediately severely injured, and the control of the Blood Spirit Sword was completely lost.

His relationship with the Blood Spirit Sword was like a contract with him. Now that he was forcibly deprived of it, that kind of harm came from the source.

"What's the second one?"

The blood slave looked up at Yan Linger, his eyes filled with resentment.

The weak are always helpless.

Looking at the Blood Spirit Knife in his hand, Yan Ling'er also felt a touch of spiritual consciousness integrated into it, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Although Long Su's Winged Fruit Demon Spirit has been refined, fortunately, the main body is still there.

The demon spirit, who was deeply in fear, was overjoyed when he sensed the disappearance of the blood slave's spiritual consciousness. But in the blink of an eye, another even more terrifying and powerful spiritual consciousness merged into it. In an instant, he was so frightened that he immediately hid in a corner.

, shivering.

"You...who are you?" The demon spirit asked tremblingly from within the Blood Spirit Knife. The trembling look as he spoke showed humility and pity.

"You, what do you want to do?"

"I am the domain lord of Longsu Domain, Long Xiaotian!"

The dignified Domain Master of Longsu Domain is now as timid as an ant.

Seeing this, Yan Ling'er felt a little happy. This gesture was just right for Lin Yue. After all, the latter's body was too fragile.

"It's okay, I'm just taking a look. Hey, you live here. If you need anything, just ask!"

"you..."

The demon spirit looked up and looked down at his own spiritual consciousness. It was like the vastness of stars and the vastness of the galaxy. This feeling was much more powerful than the blood slave just now.

"You...you won't kill me?"

"No kill!"

"Then...then let me go..."

"Don't let go!"

"and you…"

"I don't have time to chat with you. Take good care of yourself and go back to truly accompany your master."

"Master?" The demon spirit trembled. At this moment, he just understood that his situation was nothing more than being in a tiger's den and joining a pack of wolves.

"Who are you and what do you want to do?"

"you…"

…

Yan Ling'er no longer heard the words of Long Su's Winged Fruit Demon Spirit inside the Blood Spirit Knife.

As he covered his hands, the Blood Spirit Sword was completely sealed in an instant, turning into a stream of light and sinking into Yan Ling'er's Najie.

"Second thing, tell me, why did you come to Lingqu?"

"Hunt you!" The blood slave's vicious eyes were full of bloodthirsty killing intent.

Regarding the latter, Yan Ling'er just smiled indifferently and said: "Gee, I believe it, but I'm afraid it's not just this one?" "Uh..."

"Are you hesitating?" The spear suspended in the void suddenly advanced thirty centimeters, and the tip of the spear struck the blood slave's eyes.

The fierce murderous intention, as if it were real, made the sky stand still for an instant. At this time, the blood slave only felt a chilling feeling coming over him.

"Ahem, it does have other purposes!"

"What purpose?"

"Construct a space wormhole!"

Constructing a space wormhole? After hearing this, Yan Linger's eyes flashed with cold light.

The space wormhole is an existence that penetrates the continent and improves the quality of the continent.

At the same time, it is also the landing point for Galaxy ships to enter the mainland.

In Lingqu Continent, Yan Ling'er only knows about the remnants of the Linmen of the Holy Continent and the Holy City, but it is broken and is not really a real space wormhole.

At most, it is a pseudo-wormhole.

And he only travels across regions, and the distance is extremely limited, only between Lin Zangzhou and Shengzhou.

It simply cannot reach the distance that a space wormhole should have, and it cannot improve the quality of the continent at all.

But now, the blood slave has a mission and has come to the Spiritual Weapon Continent to build a space wormhole.

"Improve the quality of the mainland? Benefit all things in Lingqu?" Yan Ling'er would not be so stupid. If not, then there is only one possibility for Namo Luosheng to build a space wormhole to welcome a large number of star ships.

A large number of star ships!

…

Thinking of this, Yan Linger's head ached.

Looking down at the blood slave in front of him, his eyes were slightly cold and he said: "Then have you built it?"

"You haven't come yet!" The blood slave curled his lips. His surprise made Yan Ling'er feel slightly happy.

"However, even though I didn't build it, Xue Kun and the others should have already started. You have also stepped into the Supreme Realm, and your perception of Yanling must have reached the level of Luoqu."

"The aura of flame spirits in this continent is constantly increasing. It's impossible not to feel it, right?"

The blood slave's words made Yan Linger frown slightly and her scalp felt slightly numb.

When he first came here, he didn't know the concentration of Yanling in Yuxi Ancient Abyss, but his affinity with Yanling had already broken through the ditch and reached the Lingxi realm. The subtle changes in Yanling were even more clear. At first, he thought it was an illusion.

.

Now what I heard from the blood slave is true, and the refined perception is also quite affected by it in this spiritual weapon.

This is the improvement of the quality of the mainland, because the increase in the concentration of Yanling is real and permanent!

Even if Moro’s purpose in giving birth to them was not this!

"How many of you are here?" Yan Ling'er asked in a calm voice and a gentle voice.

"Two teams, fifty people. The third team will be led by me, and the fourth team will be led by Xue Kun."

"Each team of twenty-five people takes half a month to build eighteen space wormholes!"

"Eighteen?"

Eighteen means that eighteen ships arrived at the same time. What is this concept?

If a ship is assigned a supreme realm, that is, eighteen supreme beings, what does Morosheng want to do in such a scene?

Or in other words, what do the Saints want to do?

"Where is Xue Kun?"

"The Four Forbidden Places."

"The Four Forbidden Lands? So, the matter of welcoming the ships is arranged in the Four Forbidden Lands."

"Yes, and no!"

"Don't be careless!"

"In the remaining formation on the mainland, there should be about six space wormholes built, and the four forbidden areas should be trimmed to twelve!"

"Six!"

"Twelve!"

This is Morosheng, this is his ruthlessness, once he takes action, he will never leave a way to survive.

Eighteen space wormholes, how many powerful people will come?

Yan Ling'er's eyes widened to the extreme, and then slowly closed again. Looking at the blood slave's eyes, he blinked slightly, and his breath gradually calmed down...

"Congratulations, you saved a life!"