Yan Ling fantasy world

Looking at the changes in the aura of the golden holy dragon in the void, Yan Ling'er exclaimed with joy.

However, after his words, Xue Jingyan's doubtful voice came to mind.

"Is it useful?"

"The Soul-Eating Split Tribe..."

At this time, her face was solemn, and she was not excited at all because of the burnt blackness of the moment. In front of her eyes, she seemed to be able to see the result of the current battle, which was developing towards the bad side.

Yan Ling'er, who was in excitement, slowly calmed down his inner thoughts, and his eyes gradually looked solemnly at the burnt black flesh and blood in front of him.

"Is it useful?" The low words suddenly enlarged after the pupils suddenly contracted. "No...it's useless!"

A gust of breeze blew through Guling Mountain. For a moment, the thousands of suspended particles in the void were stunned. The next breath, the power of thunder that filled it seemed to be swept by some mysterious force and instantly turned into nothingness.

"Jiejie, are these the same methods?"

"You took advantage of me in your lifetime. Do you think it will still be effective in the next life?"

"Haha, immune to thunder!"

While laughing wildly, the shattered flesh and blood all over the sky began to grow crazily again, even faster than before, even faster.

"well!"

And with a sigh, it was also announced that the little milk dog's attack had failed.

Looking at the thousands of fragments of flesh and blood that suddenly increased in front of them, everyone's hearts sank to the bottom.

Thunder, the supreme power of heaven and earth, even has the true meaning of nature injected into it. It is superimposed like this, but it is still immune. What a domineering race this is.

"roar!"

While thinking, the golden holy dragon that had been killed before split into shape, and roared, making Guling Mountain tremble and crawl.

"Is there really no other way?"

Looking at the golden holy dragons that stepped out from their swaddling clothes, they gradually revealed their fangs and showed their majesty.

Yan Linger weakly whispered to himself, looking towards the top of Guling Mountain.

There should be something he wants here, something the little puppy wants!

"Immune to thunder, let's go..."

The little puppy also looked up at the void, his face showing reluctance, but he gritted his teeth and still wanted to quit unwillingly.

The battle situation in front of him was beyond his imagination.

The current Soul-Eating Splinter Clan is no longer the enemy it encountered in the previous life. If you want to defeat the enemy, it is wise to take a long-term approach.

However, just when everyone was about to leave.

Another voice sounded in Yan Linger's heart, and that voice made his calm heart tremble suddenly.

"There are no ways!"

In the chaotic land of Yan Mansion, the playful smile is full of affirmation.

At this statement, not only Yan Ling'er, but also Xue Jingyan's pupils suddenly shrank, and she looked down with a horrified look. It was the land of Yan Mansion.

"Demon Saint!"

The word "Demon Saint" was like a heavy weight, pressing hard on the hearts of Yan Ling'er and Xue Jingyan, making them both gasp and feel extremely tired.

In the chaotic land of Yan Mansion, the Demon Saint is still alive.

You must know that these powerful men were the most powerful men in the illusion world who fell at the same time as the Lord God, and he disappeared completely after the Lord God helped Yan Ling'er break through the supreme withering and establish himself on the path of becoming a strong man.

I originally thought that the disappearance of this guy was a surprise given to me by the Lord God.

Unexpectedly, he is still alive today.

Moreover, Yan Ling'er was still frowning at the moment, unable to survive the last moment of the Soul-Eating Split Clan, and took the initiative to show up.

His scheming can't help but make people think deeply.

"Do you have any idea?"

Yan Linger's voice was cold, and he didn't have a good feeling towards the latter, even though he might be able to achieve his goal now.

But he knows very well the principle of seeking skin from a tiger.

If it really doesn't work, it's not a bad idea to give up on this ancient spirit mansion. Demon Saint, that would endanger his own life.

Even the always playful little puppy jumped up and landed on Yan Ling'er's shoulders, seeming to have some awareness of what was going on in Yan Mansion.

In the Yan Mansion, the Demon Saint of the Land of Chaos did not care at all about Yan Ling'er's cold words.

A wisp of chaotic energy escaped from the power of chaos. He looked up into the void and looked at the place where Yan Ling'er's spiritual consciousness was. He smiled and said: "Nonsense, since you are talking, there is a way."

"What conditions?"

"condition?"

"Haha, is it so straightforward?"

"There are no conditions for making plans with you and other saints. Do you think I will believe you?" Yan Ling'er looked down at the chaotic energy in front of her, with a contemptuous smile on her lips.

The Saint Clan was an existence that could not bear to gain anything without benefit, but he did not think that the latter would make free sacrifices to enhance the strength of others.

You know, I am still his host now.

One day, the Demon Saint will embark on the path of devouring himself. The prerequisite is that he is stronger than him. But now, although he has entered the Transformation Realm, he has not been able to detect him many times before.

traces.

Even though there is a ray of chaos now, Yan Linger knows that it is just a microphone.

Even if you wipe it with your hands, it won't hurt him at all.

And that wisp of chaotic energy looked up at the spiritual consciousness, and also aroused a smile, but compared to Yan Ling'er's disdain, there was a bit of joking in the chaotic energy.

"Don't believe it?"

"In this case, I will also put forward my conditions."

"Give me Guling Mansion!"

"Guling Mansion gives it to you? Haha, Mad, are you dreaming?" After hearing what the Demon Saint in the aura of chaos said, Yan Ling'er cursed reflexively.

Want to obtain an ancient foreign palace?

That was more difficult than climbing to the sky, but when he spoke, there were no polite words at all.

However, when Yan Ling'er was about to speak again, Xue Jingyan's voice sounded again in her consciousness: "Promise him and let him tell you how to destroy the Soul-Eating Split Clan."

"But..." Xue Jingyan's words made Yan Ling'er's mouth suddenly grow wide, and he looked at the latter with dumbfounded eyes, unable to believe his ears. "That is an ancient foreign country. With it, the Demon Saint brought it

We didn’t know about the changes!”

I can't imagine what kind of sparks a demon saint would create in an ancient foreign palace.

After all, the carrier of the Soul-devouring Split Clan in front of him was still in the realm of spirit monsters and real masters. One day, he was confident that he could completely destroy it.

Xue Jingyan stared at the ray of chaos in front of her eyes, her bright eyes turning slightly. At this time, she didn't know what she was thinking.

Naturally, Yan Ling'er did not doubt Xue Jingyan, but at this time, he could not figure out her opposite.

Looking down, I saw that wisp of chaos showing a happy expression, and said with a smile: "Jie Jie, the little fox is still sensible and understands human affairs!"

"You brat, you're so coy. No matter what, your soul still has a memory of ten thousand years, and you don't have the courage of a strong man at all."

"My cultivation and character have all been trained on dogs!"

The words of the Demon Saint are extremely stimulating.

Yan Ling'er ignored this. Compared with such meaningless verbal tit-for-tat, Yan Ling'er valued tangible improvement in strength.

Win or lose, what’s the point?

"Promise him." Xue Jingyan just repeated simple words, looking at Chaos Qi, Yan Ling'er thought about it again and again, and finally, with a face full of reluctance, said: "What can I do, tell me quickly..."

"Gu Ling Mansion?"

"for you…"

"Haha, that's cool!" The Chaos Qi grinned and said with a smile: "Actually, the method is very simple. To untie the bell, you need to tie the bell, so..."

"If I want to kill the Soul-Eating Splinter Clan, I have to rely on you..."

"You...if this is nonsense, then don't blame me for being rude."

Looking at the void, those golden holy dragons have taken shape. Although their strength has not increased, their number has increased from a thousand at the beginning to tens of thousands.

Facing this kind of spirit monster realm, the golden holy dragon in the real master realm.

Qin Xue, who was halfway to the supreme realm, no longer had the ability to confront someone head-on.

As for the little milk dog, with the strength of the Supreme Glazed Body and the Supreme Realm, although a head-on confrontation is not a problem, in order to avoid the second split of the Golden Holy Dragon, he started to be timid at the beginning of the battle.

The battle situation is also one of retreating step by step.

During this period, there were even many golden holy dragons who did not know whether to live or die and attacked Yan Linger.

Faced with such attacks, Yan Ling'er looked ugly. Although he only used vines to blow him away, the latter was seriously injured and was not in a situation of division.

However, the Soul-Eating Split Race's ability to split is extremely strong, and its ability to recover from injuries is also not comparable to ordinary humans, monsters, or saints.

Faced with this, the scene was extremely ugly.

"Jiejie, boy, it's hard to accomplish great things if you're so impatient."

Amidst the teasing laughter of the Demon Saint, the flame power suddenly gathered in Yan Ling'er's Yan Mansion, and a majestic momentum instantly crushed the energy of chaos.

In one breath, the energy of chaos will be completely obliterated.

Sensing the change in Yan Ling'er's posture, the chaotic energy also sensed the crisis, and the joking laughter immediately stopped.

With a rare touch of solemnity, he said: "With your blood, you can kill the Soul Devouring Splinter Clan!"

"My blood?" The words were cold, and Yan Ling'er's cold eyes revealed that her last bottom line was about to be breached.

However, at this moment, the Demon Saint did not retreat. Instead, he said more firmly: "Yes, your blood."

"Boy, you may not know that your blood contains the power of the blood fox, which has the power to purify everything."

As the Demon Saint spoke, he looked towards the sea of ​​consciousness with a smile, not hiding his greed at all.

The power of the blood fox made Yan Ling'er's heart tremble slightly.

When he was in the realm, Xue Jingyan did give him the power of the blood fox in order to save him. Why did the Demon Saint know?

Could it be that he has been in his body since then?

Meeting the Demon Saint when he was at his weakest was a perfect opportunity. How could he miss it?

If not, could it be because of Xue Jingyan?

Yan Ling'er's soul looked at Xue Jingyan, who fell into silence. What is the role of the blood fox's power?

unknown!

After a moment of silence, Xue Jingyan nodded carefully and said nothing.

Seeing this, Yan Ling'er frowned slightly. He was not afraid of losing blood, but that this kind of power was too much beyond the law.

Are the Soul-Eating Split Tribe really afraid?

"Try it."

"If it doesn't work, we will withdraw!"

After receiving Xue Jingyan's affirmative answer, Yan Ling'er did not stop. He looked at the hundreds of vine spears in front of him and waved his hand. Blood spurted out from his arm and instantly adhered to the vines.

Blood flowed out, and Yan Linger's complexion turned pale.

The big hand waved, and vines shot out like arrows.

In an instant, hundreds of golden dragons in front were pierced through the body by the attack of vine spears.

Even among them, there are many people who are beaten by two or three.

Although the location is different, from the abdomen to the chest, it is enough to be fatal.

Looking at it, the calm golden holy dragon stagnated in the void. In just three breaths, the golden holy dragon in front of him suddenly looked ugly.

Under the shocked gaze, he let out a miserable roar, such a sound that it made the earth tremble.

Then, under the unwilling sight, the golden holy dragons turned into pools of blood and scattered on the ground.

The smell of fishy smell filled the air.

"efficient!"