His eyes were extremely solemn, and the white Dharma wheel behind him shone with light. He appeared next to Nangong Ling in an instant. He touched the sea surface with his left foot, and lightly touched the other party's shoulder with the toe of his right foot, turning her body over so that she was facing forward. up.
What caught his eye was a face that was as calm as a fish or a wild goose.
The eyes that should have been golden were tightly closed, the delicate eyebrows were slightly frowned, the pale face had no trace of blood, and there was no trace of breath between the mouth and nose.
If not Nangong Ling, who is it?
Miss Nangong, who was once unparalleled in splendor and wisdom, was not only lifeless at this time, but her limbs and body were twisted into incredible angles, making her almost non-human. Her condition was extremely miserable and horrifying, and it was unbearable to look at.
Wang Lun was a cautious person. Faced with such an unexpected situation, he was only slightly startled. He quickly came to his senses and carefully stretched his fingers to the tip of Nangong Ling's nose to explore, and then grabbed her cold His Hao Wan carefully felt it for a moment.
After all kinds of probing, he still couldn't get any feedback on life.
Really dead?
A look of surprise flashed in Wang Lun's eyes, and the scene of his quarrel with Nangong Ling not long ago appeared in his mind unconsciously, which felt unreal.
Of course he knew that Nangong Lingnai was a master of illusion and could easily conjure up the illusion of his own death.
However, both his unparalleled intuition and the feedback from the Soul Chasing Wheel clearly told Wang Lun that the corpse in front of him was indeed Nangong Ling himself.
"I never thought that an arrogant woman like you would end up in this situation."
Staring at Nangong Ling's pretty, ashen face, Wang Lun was silent for a long time before finally speaking slowly, "You are usually arrogant and contemptuous of your elders. You deserve to die so quickly."
He spoke coldly, but his brows were furrowed tightly. When he thought that there were powerful beings in this sea area who could defeat or even kill Nangong Ling, he felt a little heavy unconsciously.
It should be noted that when they first met, he witnessed Nangong Ling perform a terrifying illusion, trapping Xu Wu, the Void Heavenly Lord who was similar in strength to himself, in the illusion and unable to escape for a long time.
Although Xu Wu deliberately hid his strength at that time and was suspected of letting others offend, it still showed how powerful Nangong Ling was.
If Wang Lun hadn't relied on his strong intuition to successfully attack with the Burning Heart Chakra, Wang Lun would have had to fight for dozens of rounds if he wanted to defeat Nangong Ling in a head-on confrontation.
Not long ago, Nangong Ling obtained soul power from Lin Bei, a terrifying power that surpassed the entire cultivation world. His combat power soared again, catching up with the old top powerhouses such as Wang Lun and Xu Wu. In addition to Lin Bei and Shi Yu, etc. Except for a few monsters, there are almost no opponents in the world.
Being able to kill Nangong Ling undoubtedly means that the enemy has a strength that is not inferior to his own, or even better.
Could it be Shiyu?
If she is really nearby, can I win if we encounter her?
Wang Lun's thoughts were spinning, his expression became more solemn, and the domineering posture of Shiyu when facing Lin Bei emerged in his mind unconsciously.
The extremely talented Master of Time Palace obviously put great psychological pressure on him.
No matter how powerful the Lord of Time Palace is, he still cannot get a glimpse of the secret of soul power.
If she could be killed, no one in the world would be able to threaten the Lord again. Wouldn't it be settled once and for all?
However, when he thought about it, the expression on his face suddenly relaxed, and there was a hint of joy in his eyes.
He glanced at Nangong Ling's stiff body floating on the sea, a complicated look flashed in his eyes, then turned around gracefully, rose into the air, and while releasing his consciousness to the maximum, strode towards the south, trying to search to the whereabouts of Shiyu and others.
"Heart Chakra!"
However, just after taking two steps, he stagnated. He suddenly turned around, shouted softly, raised his hand and slapped downwards. A black Dharma wheel, only the size of a grapefruit, appeared in his palm. It was spinning counterclockwise at an unimaginable speed.
A black spiritual light shot out from the center of the Dharma Chakra, like an arrow from a string, and landed on Nangong Ling's body in an instant, piercing her heart that had stopped beating.
It is a strange story for a dignified ancient boss to act on the body of a young girl regardless of his face.
However, this fierce and terrifying black light did not cause any reaction from Nangong Ling.
She was pierced through the heart from the front, but she lay quietly on the sea surface without even moving her fingers. It was obvious that she was already dead and could no longer feel any pain.
After confirming Nangong Ling's death again, Wang Lun finally showed a look of satisfaction on his face, turned around and strode away. Soon it turned into a small black dot, his head was shiny, and under the sun, he turned into a Dazzling light spots moved quickly in the air.
After dozens of breaths, the light spot finally disappeared, and there was no sound around. The blue sea was boundless, and Nangong Ling's body was floating on the water. From a distance, it was just a sesame. size black dots.
At a certain moment, this small black spot suddenly emitted a golden light.
This golden light was warm and soft, yet dazzling, illuminating almost the entire sea area.
When the light dissipated, Nangong Ling's body floating on the sea had completely disappeared, as if it had never appeared before.
Ever since, there was only a piece of blue left between heaven and earth.
Pure blue.
Endless blue.
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Two hundred and fifty-nine thousand.
Two hundred and fifty-nine thousand and one.
Two hundred and fifty-nine thousand and two...
In the cave in the middle of the island, Zhong Wen was sweating like rain and punching like wind. He kept counting the number of punches with his arms in his mind, but he didn't say it out loud.
After the battle with Nangong Ling, he suddenly realized that although the Immortal City was remote and shrouded in fog, which could isolate his spiritual consciousness, it was still just an island and not an unreachable existence.
Since Nangong Ling can find this place, Lin Bei will be able to do it sooner or later.
The alarm bells were ringing in his head, and he no longer dared to stay at the bottom of the sea. Instead, he rushed back to the island without stopping, dragged Feng Qingyu to the cave, and hurriedly practiced his boxing skills.
In order to upgrade Wild Ball Fist from the star spirit level to the holy spirit level, he shook his fist ten million times in total.
According to the rule that the number of punches increases tenfold with each level up, for Yeqiu Fist to break through again, he needs to punch at least another 100 million punches.
Most people in the world have no intuitive concept of the number "100 million".
Even a strong saint, who has fought and killed endlessly for five hundred years, would not have been able to perform 100 million spiritual skills, let alone only target one boxing technique.
He once roughly estimated that if he continued at the current pace, it would take at least nearly three years to complete 100 million punches.
Even with the help of wind and rain, this time cannot be less than one year.
One year is neither long nor short, but it is not short either.
He didn't know if Lin Bei would be able to find the Immortal Islands in this year, and he didn't know if the world-destroying formation would be successfully established.
All he could do was punch.
Keep throwing punches.
One punch.
One punch.
Another punch...
"Sister Feng, how is his training going?"
Feng Qingyu, who was exerting all his strength on the way of time, heard a soft and melodious voice.
She couldn't help but turn her head and look, and what appeared in front of her was a gentle and beautiful woman in white.
Two completely opposite temperaments, gentleness, elegance and majesty, appear simultaneously on this delicate face, creating a strange beauty that cannot be described in words.
"His Majesty."
The moment he saw the woman in white, Feng Qingyu couldn't help but blurt out.
It turns out that the beautiful woman in white who suddenly appeared is the Empress of Daqian, Li Yiru.
At this time, Li Yiru was holding a basket in his right hand, and his delicate eyes were staring at Zhong Wen who was practicing hard in the distance without blinking. His fair face showed a bit of joy and a bit of sadness, and his mood seemed to be quite complicated.
"It's all my fault for being useless. I was kidnapped by bad guys, causing Zhong Wen to be seriously injured. It also made the devil's strength greatly increase." She said in frustration, "Otherwise, how could he lock himself here and practice so well? Hard."
"What did your Majesty say?"
Feng Qingyu shook his head repeatedly and comforted softly, "The devil has been born. Even if you are not kidnapped, he will attack others. This battle is inevitable after all, but it is only a matter of time."
"How long will he continue to practice like this?" Li Yiru's expression did not ease much, and his mood was still low.
"About a year." Feng Qingyu replied truthfully.
"One year?" Li Yiru's eyes widened, a look of disbelief on his face, "So long?"
"This is a unique spiritual skill that can fight against ancient demons." Feng Qingyu explained, "Of course it is not that easy to refine."
"After practicing for so long without sleep, he must be tired and hungry."
Li Yiru was stunned for a long time, then shook his head and handed over the basket in his hand, "I brought you some food. When he rests, I asked my sister to hand it over to him."
"Thank you, Your Majesty."
Feng Qingyu took the basket with a smile, but before he could lift the cloth covering it, a loud noise suddenly came from outside the cave.
Also alarmed was Zhong Wen, who was constantly pumping his fists.
It's them again?
Recognizing the voice of the person arguing outside the cave, Zhong Wen couldn't help but frown, and his face suddenly became a little ugly.
