"Epic Overlord!!"
A majestic pressure bloomed from the plum blossom mark on the woman's forehead. Feng Ling's face turned pale, and she half-knelt on the ground holding the fire-tip gun tightly in her hands.
Just one look at it makes your soul shake!
This is the remaining power of the superior, the suppression of the level gap. Even though the opponent has fallen for thousands of years, it still makes Feng Ling miserable.
The coercive aura exuded by the woman was very familiar, and he was now absolutely sure that it was the sleeping aura he had felt before.
"Hmph! It doesn't matter if your cultivation was as high as the sky during your lifetime. Now that you have fallen and only this residual soul is left, don't expect me to bow down to you!"
There seemed to be a mountain pressing down on his back, Feng Ling's brows showed a hint of rebelliousness, and his bones were crackling even though his soul was condensed.
He actually stood up slowly against the pressure of the epic powerhouse, raised his arrogant head, and looked directly at the plum blossom mark with disdain.
The plum blossom mark is mainly purple, with only a faint hint of gold, but it is precisely because of the existence of this light gold that Feng Ling's soul is shaken.
"Crush it for me!"
After recovering a little strength, Feng Ling moved to adapt to the discomfort caused by the pressure, and suddenly ejected with force. The tip of the fire-pointed spear directly hit the mark between the woman's eyebrows, and was bound to destroy it.
Only by destroying it can the pressure be dispelled and everything can be returned to one's control.
"Feng Ling, stop it! That is an epic-level inherited ghost body with no owner's consciousness!"
An old voice came into his ears, Feng Ling's pupils shrank, and he quickly dispersed the power of ghosts and gods, but it was still a step too late. The fire-tip spear had already touched the plum blossom mark, making a sound of gold and iron.
At that moment, the space seemed to freeze. Feng Ling withdrew the fire-tip spear with an ugly expression on his face, and the force of the shock forced him to take several steps back "thump, thump."
Don't break it, don't break it!
Looking at the ripples and flashing plum blossom mark, Feng Ling prayed in every possible way.
"Mr. Tong, why have you been alarmed?" Seeing the frightened and angry face of the old man who appeared next to him, Feng Ling asked tentatively: "Seeing that you are so worried, will it break?"
"Broken, will it be broken? I'm worried about you!" Mr. Tong held his scepter, and became angry when he heard these words: "You idiot, do you know that maliciously attacking the epic heritage mark will not only It may lead to the loss of inheritance qualifications, and even cause the inheritance mark to reflect damage to the attacker with ten times the power! If I hadn't warned you, I would have ended up with a severe injury to my consciousness!"
"..."
Feng Ling remained silent.
Seeing this, Mr. Tong was very helpless: "Well, those who can cultivate to the epic level are only one in ten thousand. The one in your Yuqing Sect has just made a breakthrough, so it's understandable that he doesn't know these secrets. I'm here The spiritual consciousness of the space here is greatly consumed, so it is not advisable to stay for a long time, so I will send you a spiritual thought to read it by yourself."
Just as he was talking, a spiritual thought filled with a large amount of information poured into Feng Ling's mind. Immediately, Mr. Tong said a few more words and escaped from this space.
Feng Ling also quickly read through the contents of the mind. After half a stick of incense, he finally mastered all the knowledge points of the epic level.
Realm division: The strange phenomenon of heaven and earth - purple energy comes from the east and rains flowers, marking the entry into the epic level. When the realm stabilizes, a purple plum blossom mark will appear on the natal ghost.
One petal of purple plum blossom mark is the epic overlord of the fifteenth level, and two petals are the epic overlord of the sixteenth level. The higher the cultivation level, the stronger the purple meaning of the petals.
Based on this inference, the woman in palace clothes should have been a top epic overlord with a cultivation level of sixteenth level during her lifetime, and may even be the ultimate ghost spirit master with a half-step of seventeenth level!
Because the last paragraph about the epic ghost spirit master in Tong Lao’s spiritual message is: The light golden color is a sign that he is about to enter the seventeenth rank.
The ultimate ghost! !
They are definitely rare existences. They often hide in seclusion in paradise, and they only come across once in a thousand years. Only in the troubled times a thousand years ago, their frequency of appearance is slightly higher.
"Half-step ultimate inherited ghost spirit body!"
Looking at the ghost body with a faint golden color in the deep purple, Feng Ling's concentration could not help but ignite a burning feeling in his heart.
It is better that no one sees this scene, otherwise he will be misunderstood as having some special hobby.
"Seal it!" Feng Ling did not act rashly. Instead, he waved his hands and kept pinching out the incomprehensible magic formula to draw the plum blossom mark. Because powerful people above the epic level all have marks, inheritance is mostly completed through selecting the owner of the marks.
The imprint inheritance is different from the spirit-filling inheritance in terms of form: the former is a test-type inheritance formed when an epic level powerhouse dies and a residual soul merges into the plum blossom mark, which is not limited to bloodline; while the spirit-filling inheritance is a bloodline-type inheritance and is limited to Bloodline, if the person who is infused with spirit is not a relative or a passive recipient, the possibility of perfect infusion is very slim.
In addition, the security of imprint inheritance is far greater than that of soul-filling inheritance. If the ghost body is an encrypted energy storage, the mark is an anti-theft device that combines unlocking and self-destruction.
The spirit-imbuing inheritance is unlocked through bloodline, and there is also the risk of forcible destruction. For example, evil masters usually loot a large number of ghost spirits and forcibly imbue them at the cost of destroying the integrity of the ghost spirit inheritance.
The inheritance of the mark requires passing the mark test. If you fail to pass the test and try to obtain it by force, the mark will self-destruct along with the ghost body.
Generally, few people forcefully break the inheritance of the mark. First, breaking the mark will lead to self-destruction, so it is better to leave it as an opportunity for the younger generations of the clan to understand. Second, it is impossible to damage the mark below the epic level, let alone resist the mark first. Coercion.
"Buzz, buzz!" Finally, the magic formula condensed into shape, and the purple-gold plum blossom mark trembled, revealing a soft red light that enveloped Feng Ling.
Feng Ling closed her eyes subconsciously and felt that her forehead gradually became hot, with waves of numbness coming from it. There were two plum blossoms looming between her eyebrows, but they were blood red.
The epic inheritance begins!
Feng Ling was immersed in this wonderful energy and allowed her consciousness to transform.
"I am Qinglan, the lord of Menggui City. I am at the top of ten years of legend. I have been coming from the east for hundreds of years with purple energy. However, I have stopped in the epic for thousands of years. I died in response to the disaster of Jiu Ying. I sigh to the end..."
The majestic sound of the Tao resounded throughout the world, the image of the woman in palace clothes emerged, and the scenes around the strange space kept jumping and switching with her movements, which were the fragments of memories she had experienced during her lifetime.
In the memory fragments, Feng Ling saw Qinglan's legendary life. Although it was just a microcosm, it could also be described as shocking.
Qinglan is known as the beautiful girl of heaven who is rare to see in a thousand years. She started practicing at the age of six, and broke through to the peak of legend at the age of ten. She fought against the new epic powerhouse for seven days and seven nights, and killed him!
She broke through the epic at the age of 100, went down to the seams of the netherworld to subdue the ghosts, and jointly created a fierce ghost city. She was appointed as the new city lord, and humans and ghosts were harmonious! Later, when the Nine Infants were in trouble, she used her own power to forcibly save the eight envoys under her to achieve an epic achievement. She fought in a group battle with the Nine Infants, but was ultimately defeated, sacrificed her life, and severely damaged the seal...
"The peak of the legend at the age of ten, the epic overlord at the age of 100, and the nine-infant monster that was severely damaged and sealed before his death... Compared with her, the few achievements I have achieved are really not worth mentioning!"
The corner of Feng Ling's mouth twitched, and she felt that her cognition was severely impacted.
Generally, those who break through to the legendary level before the age of thirty, twelve turns before the age of forty, thirteen turns before the age of sixty, fourteen turns before the age of eighty, and those who break through the peak of legend around the age of one hundred are considered to have excellent qualifications.
Feng Ling is currently twenty years old and has just entered rank fourteen, while Qinglan was already at the peak of legend when he was ten years old. Most of the legendary peak powerhouses are over 100 years old. She had already achieved epic achievements when she was 100 years old. This talent is really close to that of a demon. No wonder Feng Ling was shocked.
Of course, what shocked Feng Ling even more was that even with such an incredible talent, it took Qinglan ninety years to break through the epic!
As for the higher level, Qinglan has never really reached it after thousands of years of practice. Sadly, she only glimpsed the glimmer of hope when she died.
It can be seen that starting from the epic level, realm improvement is something that can only be met but cannot be sought. Each level up is a huge watershed. If you want to break through the shackles, heritage, opportunity and talent are indispensable.
Therefore, before the life span of more than two hundred years is exhausted, the legendary strongman is lucky to break through the epic level and regain a new life, while the vast majority of them are stuck at the peak of the fourteenth rank waiting for the life span to run out.
For example: Elder Wu Zhong of the Yuqing Sect reached the peak of legend at the age of 102, and did not reach the level of epic overlord until he was approaching the age of 239. He had accumulated more than a hundred years!
"The road is ruthless and leaves dry bones. Thousands of years of time pass by like a white horse, and any cultivation level reaches the sky and disappears in one day!"
Feng Ling sighed with sadness. Ordinary people lived a hundred years, senior ghost masters had fifty years more, and legendary powerhouses had two hundred years. Only epic powerhouses could live for five hundred or one thousand years, but still could not escape their fate.
Now, Feng Ling has reached the fourteenth rank, and it won't be long before he reaches the peak of the fourteenth rank. By then, he will also face an epic watershed.
Feng Ling is confident that he can break through this barrier, but the length of time for this breakthrough is beyond his control, unless there is an opportunity, such as the opportunity he is encountering at this moment!
"ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZSZZZZZZZZZZZS"!!" Suddenly, the blood-red mark on Feng Ling's eyebrows flickered frequently, resonating with the purple-gold mark. The two met like magnets, erupting with a strong pulling force.
Immediately, a sudden change occurred, and the red light of the mark tore and squeezed Feng Ling's consciousness body, and finally shrank sharply and merged into the epic ghost body.
…
"boom--!!"
On the outside square, the golden runes transformed from the scrolls were densely packed and exploded. The tyrannical golden energy storm centered on the man in black and spread wildly in all directions.
"Not good!!" Sensing the abnormality, the elder of the Kuang clan let out an angry shout. With a wave of his sleeve, he swept Kuang Tu and Ye Jin away as fast as they could before they had reacted.
Immediately afterwards, smoke and dust billowed in the square, and the roar continued, so much so that it obscured the painful roar of the figure in the center of the square looking up to the sky.
"ah--!!"
The spiritual consciousness in the strange space was forcibly cut off, and Feng Ling could not bear the pain that was like a heart-wrenching pain.
"Ding-ding, ding-ding!"
The golden storm continued to rage in the square with thousands of ravines, and inevitably affected the sacrificial sarcophagus in the center. The eight chains on it, which were as thick as baby arms, vibrated violently, colliding with each other and making a rustling sound.
Immediately afterwards, thunder surged and sparks splashed on the chain, and the entire azure barrier space was filled with lightning and thunder, as if a chain reaction had been triggered.
"Boom, boom!" The thunder roared with a deafening roar, and suddenly followed the eight chains and blasted into the sarcophagus.
There was a loud "bang" sound, and the eight chains and sarcophagus turned into dust and smoke. A figure of a woman in palace clothes quietly emerged from it. The purple-gold mark on her forehead emitted a bright and dazzling light, reflecting the entire space like daylight.
"Feng Ling, Feng Ling..."
Suddenly, an ethereal and melodious female voice passed through the sea of consciousness, as if it contained supreme magic power. Feng Ling suddenly felt the severe pain subside, and the sounds of chaos happening around him also faded away like a tide.
Feng Ling slowly opened his eyes and was shocked by the chaotic scene around him.
I saw that the surrounding time and space had frozen strangely, the energy ripples spread by the golden storm were clearly visible, and thousands of lightning and thunder hung in the sky.
Nearby, the original square and sacrificial platform had completely disappeared, replaced by rubble and scorched earth covered by patches of electric snakes.
In the distance, three embarrassed figures remained resisting the energy storm, their expressions frozen on their faces, like lifelike statues.
Kuang Lao's beard and hair were fluttering and he tried his best to maintain the barrier; Kuang Tu's hair was disheveled and he was inexplicably frightened; Ye Jin's beauty was gone and her face was blank.
…
"Feng Ling, congratulations on passing the test and obtaining my inheritance... But the Nine Infant Monster is about to awaken, and the real test of life and death has just begun! You must obtain the inheritance power of the other eight deputy city lords as soon as possible... This piano is given to you... "
The purple-gold light continued to flash, and the woman in palace clothes suspended in the air spoke intermittently, waving her sleeves and sending a dazzling purple light in front of Feng Ling.
Qinglan! ?
Feng Ling looked at the woman in palace clothes warily. He knew that the ghost body and the ghost had the same origin and were not the same thing. This woman was most likely a wisp of the plum blossom mark that was retained by Qinglan when she died to ensure the continuation of the inheritance. Transformed by the remaining soul.
Now, after thousands of years have passed, no matter whether this remnant soul has any ill intentions towards itself, it has reached the edge of annihilation and cannot meet the prerequisites for resurrecting others.
After repeatedly confirming that the other party only had a ray of remnant soul left, Feng Ling carefully took the purple light.
"Boom!!" Purple Light took the hand, and the halo flowed and converged, turning into an exquisitely crafted guqin.
The lower right corner of the piano body is engraved with two beautiful characters - "Qinlan". There is a silk scroll laid flat on the strings. If you look closely at the content, it turns out to be a set of piano scores, called: Dao Wuqin tactic.
These two were Qinglan's destiny and famous skills when she traveled across the continent, and "Qinlan" was both Guqin's name and her title.
"Thank you for your kindness, senior. I wonder how this junior can find the eight deputy city lords, and how can I fight against the nine-infant monster?"
Feng Ling put away his guqin and respectfully held his fists towards Qinglan's remnant soul. He didn't think that just a guqin and his fourteenth-level legendary power could stop the evil thing that was about to awaken.
"Qin, Qinlan...will guide...you to find...the location of the deputy, deputy city lord, and leave the memory to you...we will meet again if we are destined..."
The sound was ethereal and intermittent, and Qinglan's remnant soul swept over the epic ghost body and rushed out of the palace-dressed woman's body. Feng Ling immediately restored the connection with the ray of consciousness in the strange space.
Immediately afterwards, the inherited consciousness returned to its place, the blood-red plum blossom mark bloomed in the center of Feng Ling's eyebrows, and the epic ghost body gradually transformed into Feng Ling's appearance.
"Goodbye?" Feng Ling was suspicious. Before he could ask, Qinglan's remnant soul had turned into dots of silver light and merged into the blood-red mark.
In the sea of consciousness, a large number of memory fragments surged forward, pieced together into a complete picture. It turned out to be the battle of the Nine Infants that was missing in the inherited memory!
…
At the beginning of the scene, a thunderous roar suddenly erupted from the sky above the silent Ghost City, and a behemoth with nine ferocious tentacles fell from the sky. Its heavy body crushed the city's protective barrier.
Feng Ling could tell at a glance that this huge creature that looked like a deep-sea octopus was none other than the Nine Infant Monster!
"Boom, boom!"
The nine-infant monster fell to the ground and kicked up hundreds of feet of smoke and dust. Its nine tentacles stretched thousands of feet in length and suddenly swept across the wasteland. Everywhere the tentacles passed, life was reduced to ashes. Countless majestic palaces were instantly turned into ruins.
The territory of Menggui City is so large that only dozens of breaths after the birth of the Nine Infants, the powerful stream of nine auras came from the distant sky at high speed.
…
In the middle of the scene, mourners are everywhere in the Ghost City. Nine tentacles shake the earth and create nine deep ravines, and various forms of death appear.
Some were hit in the head by the tentacles and died directly from the explosion; some were squeezed by the tentacles and directly rolled inward to death; some were swept down the ravine by the tentacles and died indirectly from drowning!
The rich and pungent smell of blood filled the entire world, and a large amount of hot blood flowed continuously into the ravines to form a blood river.
"Boom! Boom!"
A series of fierce collisions resounded throughout the world, and the eight epic-level powerhouses were scattered in all directions in the shape of a trigram, with only one person blocking it from above.
"Qinglan, you have fallen under my natal ghost curse. If you are still stubborn and unwilling to surrender, you will have no choice but to die!"
Instead of pursuing the victory, the Nine Infant Monster quietly infiltrated its nine tentacles into the blood river, and continuously replenished its own consumption by sucking blood crazily.
It doesn't panic at all. Anyway, the longer the time goes on, the more people will die and the river of blood will grow stronger, which will be more beneficial to it.
"Jiu Ying, you are bloodthirsty and slaughter all sentient beings. How can we as cultivators help you to commit evil? You should be punished by God, even if you die!"
The woman in palace clothes played the piano with one hand, and the solid sound waves hit the Jiuying monster's head like a vast sea. Each sound wave fell, causing Jiuying to let out a roar of pain that shook the sky.
Feng Ling also saw a clue. The main function of the eight epic heroes was to form a restrictive array, and only Qinglan was the real main output force.
"Buzz, buzz!" Just as Feng Ling was thinking, a violent wave with unstoppable divine power penetrated through the place where the spiritual mind body was. The aura of death brought by that moment was so real that his body was stunned. I couldn't help but shudder.
"Boom!!" A mountain peak in the distance suddenly collapsed, and rocks flew. It was actually the sound wave that Qinglan sent out with all his strength that was bounced off by the Nine Infant Monster's tentacles, which caused all of this to happen.
"Hiss!!" Feng Ling turned around and looked at this scene with burning eyes. He was so shocked that he couldn't calm down for a long time. Although it was just a memory image, it still gave him an immersive feeling.
In particular, that violent wave of sound had the terrifying power to split mountains apart, which made Feng Ling's understanding of Qin Lan Qin even further.
"Kanglan, I have opened the heaven and earth of my Dharma, what can you do to compete with me!"
Feng Ling watched the mountains collapse with lingering fear. The fierce battle in the city was coming to an end, and a wild roar rolled in.
…
Later in the scene, the Nine-Infant Monster spreads out its Dharma Realm, and a strange dark shadow solidifies on its body, with a volume that is more than ten times larger than its body.
Each tentacle is like a giant pillar supporting the sky. When it is swung, the wind roars and the wind and clouds change. When it falls, it is shocking and ferocious. Especially when the nine tentacles are waved at the same time, the violent and supreme power is simply shocking to the heavens and the earth, making ghosts and gods cry.
Dharma appears in heaven and earth!
Feng Ling silently memorized this word, and a burning passion rose in her heart. After watching the battle for so long, Qinglan's cultivation level should be on par with Jiuying's, and even her explosive strength is even higher than Jiuying's. But after Jiuying was forced to open the Dharma World, he was able to instantly change the situation. reverse.
"Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!"
The surrounding wind roared, and the nine giant pillars rotated at high speed, forming a powerful tornado vortex. The vortex uprooted the towering ancient trees and swept away the rubble of the palace wall.
"Bang, bang bang -" The tornado whirlpools transformed by Jiu Ying came one after another, one after another. Qinglan was not to be outdone, and hundreds of thousands of violent waves rose up behind her, overwhelming the sky and the earth.
I saw that the energy filled with destructive aura from both sides collided with each other, and the dazzling white light produced in that moment made the world silent and eclipsed.
"..." The white light was shocking and filled all directions. Only in the center of the white light were two black shadows, one large and one small, with extremely different body proportions.
There was silence in the white light. Feng Ling's pupils suddenly shrank, and he found that the eight epic heroes below looked shocked and angry, and their lips opened and closed, but they did not feel a sound wave coming from them.
Deaf!
Everyone in the audience temporarily lost their hearing due to the peak showdown between the two overlords.
"Boom!!" The white light quickly faded, the sky-shaking sound waves were released, and the violent energy aftermath impacted on the magic circle. The eight epic heroes spurted out a mouthful of blood and flew backwards a hundred feet before they stabilized their bodies.
Fortunately, the existence of the magic circle not only limited Jiu Ying's range of activities, but also offset most of the energy aftermath, saving everyone from secondary trauma.
"City Lord!!" Seeing a deep purple light shooting out from the center of the battlefield, the eight epic heroes shouted in shock and rage and rushed forward, only to be hit in the head by eight giant pillars falling from the sky.
It was Jiuying who had reached his peak state and danced his tentacles at will, not only easily repelling everyone, but also exerting the power of imprisonment.
In the distant sky, deep purple light turned into a confused female figure. Although the aura fluctuations were still very strong, they were extremely unstable and were translucent from time to time.
"Qinglan, you were first hit by my ghost curse, and now your soul has been severely injured, your body has collapsed, and you are no longer able to recover. Since it is not easy to practice, you are an epic ghost body, so why not let me swallow you up! If you can help me break through the shackles, I might be happy and let them go!"
The nine-infant monster retracted its tentacles and swayed, deliberately playing with the eight glass balls formed by the power of confinement. It roared with a ferocious laugh from its bloody mouth, overwhelming the mourners everywhere in the hundreds of thousands of miles around.
A black line rose on Feng Ling's brow. This Jiuying must have suffered from some serious illness! After destroying other people's cities and destroying other people's bodies, how can you have the audacity to say that it is not easy for others to practice cultivation, and how dare you ask for "sacrifice before death to release a ghost body".
"City Lord! Leave us alone. Even if we die, we will never compromise with this evil beast!"
There were tremors in the crystal ball. The eight deputy city lords shared the same hatred and at the cost of burning their essence and blood, they finally escaped and broke the power of imprisonment.
"Hmph! If you are stubborn, I will swallow her soul first, and then I will take care of you!"
Seeing that the threats were ineffective, Jiuying frightened away the eight people and looked at the dazed figure in the distance, unable to suppress the greed in his eyes.
The so-called Yuanhun is the state in which the epic warrior loses his physical body, soul and ghost body.
"This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, God is really helping me!" Jiuying opened its mouth and roared out with its huge body. It actually wanted to swallow Qinglan's ghost body and soul in one gulp.
Qinglan's head was covered by shadows, and a fishy stench blew out of Jiuying's mouth, making Fengling's consciousness and body feel nauseated.
Feng Ling thought that Qinglan would not be able to escape the fate of being swallowed by the huge bloody mouth. Unexpectedly, a sigh of helplessness penetrated the noise between heaven and earth: "That's it... humans and ghosts coexist in the same corner, and they will eventually be punished by heaven. I can't witness the realization of such a great wish, so I sacrificed my life to survive the catastrophe of the Nine Infants!" "
Qinglan's eyes returned to clarity, and two plum blossoms appeared between her eyebrows. The purple color became thicker and thicker, reaching the extreme, and was quietly coated with a ray of sacred golden light. Then, a purple-gold sound wave appeared in the world.
"call out--"
The purple-gold color was reflected in the huge pupils. Jiuying sensed a strong dangerous aura and quickly retreated.
Jiuying's reaction speed was very fast, but the distance between him and Zijin Kuanglan was too close. In addition, the latter's speed was extremely fast.
I saw that the purple and gold waves arrived first, and in an instant they reached the edge of Jiuying's huge mouth that was about to close. The purple and gold light penetrated from between the teeth, illuminating the vital parts of the body.
How can this be! ?
Seeing this scene, Jiuying was so frightened that he opened his mouth and let out a thundering roar, trying to distance himself through the collision of two sonic energies.
Unexpectedly, the roaring sonic energy was strangely assimilated. The purple and golden waves were not slowed down at all, and their speed increased instead of decreasing. When Jiuying saw this, he could only bite the bullet and swallow it in one gulp.
In terms of defense alone, it is still very confident!
"Roar!!" The purple gold surge entered the throat and exploded, like fish bones choking, causing continuous damage. Jiuying roared in pain, but the more it struggled, the more painful it became.
Naturally, the nine powerful men in history would not let go of such a good opportunity. The eight deputy city lords used all their methods to wildly bombard Jiuying's head, causing his roar to grow louder. They had been extremely frustrated before.
The city lord Qinglan paused on the spot, opened his arms strangely, and muttered something.
Immediately afterwards, Feng Ling saw a scene that shocked him: he saw a purple-gold light flowing between Qinglan's eyebrows, and the translucent figure began to expand rapidly. The body size instantly expanded more than a hundred times, and the height reached a level where he could look down on Jiuying.
"Bang! Bang bang bang!!" As if the sky collapsed and the earth collapsed, a series of blasting sounds resounded throughout the world. The giant Qinglan rushed up and gave Jiuying a violent beating. The overwhelming power shocked the surrounding eight people. The deputy city lord dispersed in a panic.
Feng Ling found that the eight deputy city masters were half ghosts. After they dispersed, they looked at each other in tacit understanding, with strange expressions on their faces. Especially when the four deputy city lords, who were big ghosts, looked at the beaten Jiu Ying again, they felt even more weird!
It’s like gloating about someone else’s misfortune!
"Qinglan, I am at the half-step ultimate state, and you only reached the half-step ultimate state when you were about to die. None of you can kill me! Forcibly urging the Dharma and Heaven and Earth to fight against me will only make you exhaust the last trace of your origin. No chance of survival!"
Under the violent beatings of the Qinglan City Lord, Jiuying retreated step by step, letting out a hysterical roar of anger, retracting its nine sky-lifting tentacles and wrapping its head tightly, allowing it to be rained down with bullets.
It's not that Jiuying doesn't want to resist, but it is no match for Qinglan whose cultivation level has been raised to the same level. Qinglan is in a state of blessing from the Dharma and Heaven and Earth at the moment, so it is beaten to the point where it has no power to fight back and can only Fall into passive defense.
It simply has rough skin and thick flesh, and its defense power is extremely amazing. Although every attack from Qinglan caused Jiuying to roar, they were only superficial injuries and not fatal at all.
"City Lord! Leave us alone. Even if we die, we will never compromise with this evil beast!"
There were tremors in the crystal ball. The eight deputy city lords shared the same hatred and at the cost of burning their essence and blood, they finally escaped and broke the power of imprisonment.
"Hmph! If you are stubborn, I will swallow her soul first, and then I will take care of you!"
Seeing that the threats were ineffective, Jiuying frightened away the eight people and looked at the dazed figure in the distance, unable to suppress the greed in his eyes.
The so-called Yuanhun is the state in which the epic warrior loses his physical body, soul and ghost body.
"This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, God is really helping me!" Jiuying opened its mouth and roared out with its huge body. It actually wanted to swallow Qinglan's ghost body and soul in one gulp.
Qinglan's head was covered by shadows, and a fishy stench blew out of Jiuying's mouth, making Fengling's consciousness and body feel nauseated.
Feng Ling thought that Qinglan would not be able to escape the fate of being swallowed by the huge bloody mouth. Unexpectedly, a sigh of helplessness penetrated the noise between heaven and earth: "That's it... humans and ghosts coexist in the same corner, and they will eventually be punished by heaven. I can't witness the realization of such a great wish, so I sacrificed my life to survive the catastrophe of the Nine Infants!" "
Qinglan's eyes returned to clarity, and two plum blossoms appeared between her eyebrows. The purple color became thicker and thicker, reaching the extreme, and was quietly coated with a ray of sacred golden light. Then, a purple-gold sound wave appeared in the world.
"call out--"
The purple-gold color was reflected in the huge pupils. Jiuying sensed a strong dangerous aura and quickly retreated.
Jiuying's reaction speed was very fast, but the distance between him and Zijin Kuanglan was too close. In addition, the latter's speed was extremely fast.
I saw that the purple and gold waves arrived first, and in an instant they reached the edge of Jiuying's huge mouth that was about to close. The purple and gold light penetrated from between the teeth, illuminating the vital parts of the body.
How can this be! ?
Seeing this scene, Jiuying was so frightened that he opened his mouth and let out a thundering roar, trying to distance himself through the collision of two sonic energies.
Unexpectedly, the roaring sonic energy was strangely assimilated. The purple and golden waves were not slowed down at all, and their speed increased instead of decreasing. When Jiuying saw this, he could only bite the bullet and swallow it in one gulp.
In terms of defense alone, it is still very confident!
"Roar!!" The purple gold surged into the throat and exploded, like fish bones choking, causing continuous damage. Jiuying roared in pain, but the more it struggled, the more painful it became.
Naturally, the nine powerful men in history would not let go of such a good opportunity. The eight deputy city lords used all their methods to wildly bombard Jiuying's head, causing his roar to grow louder. They had been extremely frustrated before.
The city lord Qinglan paused on the spot, opened his arms strangely, and muttered something.
Immediately afterwards, Feng Ling saw a scene that shocked him: he saw a purple-gold light flowing between Qinglan's eyebrows, and the translucent figure began to expand rapidly. The body size instantly expanded more than a hundred times, and the height reached a level where he could look down on Jiuying.
"Bang! Bang bang bang!!" As if the sky collapsed and the earth collapsed, a series of blasting sounds resounded throughout the world. Like a giant, Qinglan rushed up and gave Jiuying a violent beating. The overwhelming power shocked the surrounding eight people. The deputy city lord dispersed in a panic.
Feng Ling found that the eight deputy city masters were half ghosts. After they dispersed, they looked at each other in tacit understanding, with strange expressions on their faces. Especially when the four deputy city lords, who were big ghosts, looked at the beaten Jiu Ying again, they felt even more weird!
It’s like gloating about someone else’s misfortune!
"Qinglan, I am at the half-step ultimate state, and you only reached the half-step ultimate state when you were about to die. None of you can kill me! Forcibly urging the Dharma and Heaven and Earth to fight against me will only make you exhaust the last trace of your origin. No chance of survival!"
Under the violent beatings of the Qinglan City Lord, Jiuying retreated step by step, letting out a hysterical roar of anger, retracting its nine sky-lifting tentacles and wrapping its head tightly, allowing it to be rained down with bullets.
It's not that Jiuying doesn't want to resist, but facing Qinglan whose cultivation level has been raised to the same level, it is no match at all. And Qinglan is in the state of blessing from the law and heaven and earth at the moment, so it is beaten to the point where it has no power to fight back and can only Fall into passive defense.
It simply has rough skin and thick flesh, and its defense power is extremely amazing. Although every attack from Qinglan caused Jiuying to roar, they were only superficial injuries and not fatal at all.
"City Lord! Leave us alone. Even if we die, we will never compromise with this evil beast!"
There were tremors in the crystal ball. The eight deputy city lords shared the same hatred and at the cost of burning their essence and blood, they finally escaped and broke the power of imprisonment.
"Hmph! If you are stubborn, I will swallow her soul first, and then I will take care of you!"
Seeing that the threats were ineffective, Jiuying frightened away the eight people and looked at the dazed figure in the distance, unable to suppress the greed in his eyes.
The so-called Yuanhun is the state in which the epic warrior loses his physical body, soul and ghost body.
"This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, God is really helping me!" Jiuying opened its mouth and its huge body roared out. It actually wanted to swallow Qinglan's ghost body and soul in one gulp.
Qinglan's head was covered by shadows, and a fishy stench blew out of Jiuying's mouth, making Fengling's consciousness and body feel nauseated.
Feng Ling thought that Qinglan would not be able to escape the fate of being swallowed by the huge bloody mouth. Unexpectedly, a helpless sigh penetrated the noise between heaven and earth: "That's it... humans and ghosts coexist in the same corner, and they will eventually be punished by heaven. I can't witness the realization of such a great wish, so I sacrificed my life to survive the catastrophe of the Nine Infants!" "
