Tan Ling snorted coldly and stepped hard on a planet with his right foot. The whole planet roared and exploded.
"Boom!"
Large pieces of gravel were flying, and Tan Ling soared into the sky. With one punch, it was like a mountain, pushed horizontally, trying to smash the stars into pieces.
Wu Yi was still unhurried, the golden light on his arm flashed, a long sword appeared in his left hand, and he slashed out with a sword, the sword glow was like a real dragon roaring!
"Qiang"!
The swords clashed and made a clanging sound.
"You are not qualified to fight with me!" Wu Yi snorted with a mocking look on his face, and the golden sword blade in his hand bloomed with dazzling brilliance, lighting up the sky.
Without saying a word, Tan Ling slashed forward with the Four-Dimensional Order Rules Sword, and waved his right fist. The secret of Ben Lei Fist was fully revealed, and he blasted forward to kill!
Since the other party is so arrogant, he has nothing to be polite about. He should end the fight as soon as possible and leave this place as soon as possible.
Something that surprised Tan Ling happened. Wu Yi completely gave up on defense and rushed towards him, simply blocking with his arms.
"puff!"
Under the Thunder Fist, Wu Yi's arm was not only drained of life and corrupted, but also exploded instantly, and half of his body was like this. The left side of his body was shattered in one encounter.
Moreover, when the sword of the four-dimensional order thrust out and cut it in half, the two body parts separated and blood spattered.
All this happened so fast that people were shocked. How could the powerful Wu Yi be so vulnerable?
Suddenly, the hair stood on end, the forehead bones of the fallen body glowed, and a soul flew out, holding a small black and white bell. This bell was called the Soul Bell. A slight shake made his soul unstable. , is going to fall apart!
What's this? Tan Ling was shocked! His four-dimensional order sword is terrifying enough, but this bell is even more terrifying!
"Your strength is just that..." Wu Yi said coldly, with a flick of his wrist, the bell flew towards Tan Ling.
The little man was not tall, only as big as a fist, and the black and white bell was less than two inches tall. He held it in the hand of the soul and shook it gently, and it was about to chop off Tan Ling's soul. It was terrifying.
"Soul Bell!" Tan Ling was startled. His soul was in severe pain, and he suddenly remembered some kind of treasure. It was extremely difficult to sacrifice and refine, and few people succeeded.
Wu Yi possesses a soul-death bell, which is clearly a treasure and an absolute artifact.
This should be the Eight Desolate Artifacts!
"Get out of my way!" Tan Ling shouted, and a domineering force of rules exploded, sending the sound wave of the Soul Bell flying away, smashing several stars, and finally stopped at another place.
At the same time, the villain also exudes terrifying power, approaching the realm of immortality, and his soul power is extremely majestic.
Wu Yi's physical body is at the same level as Tan Ling, but his soul is extremely terrifying.
"Die!" Wu Yi shouted coldly, and threw the death knell in his hand. It rose up in the storm and instantly became thousands of feet in size, covering an area of the sky and enveloping Tan Ling. A terrifying sound wave came, making his scalp numb.
The death knell is engraved with ancient runes, and the runes are intertwined, as if it has come to life, turning into a prison, trying to imprison Tan Ling.
Tan Ling understood. No wonder he was so confident that he didn't care if his body was cut off. It turned out that with this kind of reliance, his soul was ridiculously strong. With such a sudden attack, anyone would be robbed.
This was like a strong man in the quasi-immortal realm, holding the Eight Desolations artifact, suddenly activated it. Tan Ling was caught off guard, suffered a big loss, and almost died here.
"Damn it!" Tan Ling gritted his teeth, hating secretly in his heart. He no longer wanted to fight and immediately fled in one direction. This Soul Bell was so weird.
You cannot be trapped, otherwise your life will be in danger.
"late!"
At this moment, Wu Yi's figure flashed and appeared above Tan Ling.
"You..." Tan Ling was so horrified that he had to change his route and run away into the distance.
Unfortunately, he was still a step too late.
I saw the long sword in Wu Yi's hand swiping, the void twisted, and a dark vortex appeared, pulling him directly.
"Buzz!"
There was a terrifying suction force in the black vortex, and Tan Ling suddenly felt that his soul was about to be swallowed up.
"not good!"
Tan Ling yelled and struggled desperately, but he found that his soul was being sucked by a terrifying force (this chapter is not finished yet!)
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Controlled by force, unable to escape.
"You are very extraordinary. You have actually cultivated two immortal energies. This body is perfect. I will take good care of it for you. You can die with peace of mind." Wu Yi said. He shook the death bell and let Tan Ling frown. Cracked, the inner soul is about to disperse, the overall situation has been decided, a simple and direct attack and kill, quick success.
"boom!"
Suddenly, black flames burned in the consciousness of Tan Ling's head, and two strands of immortal energy wrapped around the soul and rose up. A powerful soul force filled the air, no weaker than Wu Yi.
"What, the soul is also close to the immortal realm?!" Wu Yi was shocked. He himself understood that his soul was close to the immortal realm because his real body was already a strong person in the immortal realm and it was easy to nourish the clone. The spirit that goes out.
Tan Ling was like a Suzaku reborn from the ashes. His soul glowed, fighting against the soul-killing bell and rushing out of his forehead. The villain was holding the Immortal Killing Formation Diagram.
"The Immortal Killing Sword Formation, kill everything!" Tan Ling said in a low voice. This time, he did not hold back. He used all his strength to crush the sky and headed towards Wu Yi.
"when!"
Wu Yi once again shocked the Black and White Soul Bell, wanting to obliterate Tan Ling's soul, and attacked with the Bahuang artifact.
But this time it failed. After being attacked, the Immortal Killing Formation finally revived, and its life energy was vigorous. Tens of thousands of immortals appeared in the void, densely packed, and took action together.
"Rumble~~~"
The brilliance of the black and white soul bell dimmed, and wisps of light appeared, then collapsed and were suppressed by the Immortal Killing Formation.
Ten thousand immortals are dressed in battle armor. Although they are virtual shadows, they are actually more lifelike, and there are also nebulae, etc., dotting the void, mysterious and unpredictable, filled with chaotic mist.
The Soul-Destroying Bell Wave was blocked, and the sound stopped abruptly in front of the Zhuxian Formation.
However, this figure didn't make much of a counterattack, it just stopped Zhong Bo. Wrapped in chaos, it becomes increasingly mysterious and difficult to see through.
"It's actually close to the Immortal Realm. I can't let you go! You must die." Wu Yi shouted.
"Want to kill me? You don't even know what you are." Tan Ling laughed.
Wu Yi's expression was a little gloomy, but he also knew that the human being in front of him was of great importance and he did not dare to neglect him.
At the same time, in a red copper immortal gold palace, a white-haired old man opened his eyes. He felt something in his heart, and he could communicate with the separated soul.
His eyes looked through the layers of void, as if he could see every move of Tan Ling and Wu Yi, with a slightly surprised look on his face.
"What a powerful little bastard, his soul has reached the Immortal Profound Realm." The old man murmured to himself, then sighed and shook his head.
He quickly walked out of the Red Copper Immortal Golden Palace, and then tore open the void. Head to the Fallen World!
In the Starfall World, Tan Ling didn't know this, but he would not waste the opportunity, holding the Immortal Killing Formation Diagram. The Yuan Shen who slapped Wu Yi used the Zhuxian Formation as the most terrifying means of attack.
"when!"
Wu Yi used the Soul Bell to block it, but it was a bit difficult, and the Immortal Killing Formation fell behind. Smash the soul bell until its light dims and it emits a trembling, mournful sound.
"Damn it!" Wu Yi roared. He didn't expect that Tan Ling's strength was beyond his imagination. This guy's background was deeper than he imagined.
But Wu Yi is a strong person in the quasi-immortal realm after all. How could he be afraid of Tan Ling?
"Die!"
An ancient sword appeared next to Wu Yi. The sword's energy was horizontal and vertical, cutting through the sky and slashing towards Tan Ling.
"Buzz!"
The Zhuxian Formation was shocked. After extinguishing the sword energy, Tan Ling took advantage of the situation to retreat and distance himself from Wu Yi.
"Haha!" Wu Yi laughed: "I don't believe I can't kill you, just go and die."
He raised the Soul Bell again, and a terrifying power descended.
This clock has a spirit and is extremely scary. When facing the Zhuxian Formation, he was trembling with fear. It's obviously not scary.
But Tan Ling learned from the mecha terminal that it was the other party's soul that was driving the Soul Bell's actions, telling it to die and not dare to disobey it!
"snort!"
Wu Yi snorted disdainfully, and countless long swords appeared around him again, and suddenly slashed out one after another shocking sword energy, forcing Tan Ling back, hoping to hurt him and cause blood to splash everywhere.
The only good thing is that the Zhuxian Formation never showed its power and just let Tan Ling treat it as a piece of iron for defense, or (this chapter is not finished yet!)
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Hit Wu Yi hard.
"when!"
Finally, the useless Soul Bell was knocked away. But Wu Yi also received a huge backlash, spitting blood. Stumbling backwards.
"You forced me to do this!" Wu Yi roared angrily.
A light spot appeared next to him and suddenly expanded, becoming a tall and burly figure. The mecha appeared with skin as dark as ink, as if made of black iron. The mecha's eyes were like black holes, glowing with deep black light.
Tan Ling didn't care that the black mecha was beating Wu Yi wildly, and shouted: "You are so arrogant, but it's nothing more than that. Are you pretending to be an expert hermit again?"
"boom!"
The Immortal Killing Formation was photographed and almost knocked Wu Yi's soul away!
With a bang, the black mecha that had just materialized was smashed into pieces.
"The red copper immortal gold, the metal material used to repair the mecha, has been detected. Is it absorbed?" The mecha terminal passed the information into Tan Ling's consciousness, and he received the news almost instantly.
"Good thing, it seems they are here to offer treasure." Tan Ling chose to absorb it without hesitation.
Tan Ling grabbed the severely injured Wu Yi, opened his bow from left to right, and slashed it with a big mouth, making a crackling sound.
"ah!"
Wu Yi screamed. His face, body, and even hair were covered with blood stains. He was in a miserable state, and his previous graceful demeanor was nowhere to be seen.
"That's the right answer."
Tan Ling chuckled, and then stepped out, completely crushing the mecha and absorbing it all. Although it was a little less and the purity was not enough, it was pretty good.
"Ding! Congratulations, master, for repairing a crack in the mecha."
"ah……"
There was a roar in the distance, and Wu Yizhen went crazy. It was unimaginable. Although he didn't care about the soul, he felt the same now. He also truly experienced the feeling of being slapped. It was humiliating.
"Ah! I'm going to kill you, you mean little bastard."
Wu Yi screamed, he was really angry, he was a strong man in the Immortal Realm, and now he was beaten into a pig's head, how could he bear it.
He wants revenge, he must take revenge.
Tan Ling ignored Wu Yi's words and continued to slap him.
"brush!"
Tan Ling's soul quickly returned to his physical body. He grabbed the soul with his palms and continued to beat him. He slapped him with a big mouth and used the power of the heavenly book to almost scatter him. He roasted him with the fire of the sky and almost cooked him. .
In the distance, the real Wu Yi saw stars in his eyes, burning with anger, and the terrifying aura dispersed the nebulae in the sky, and he pursued him at a high speed.
Tan Ling escaped. He knew that there were many Jedi in this small world, which contained powerful and strange unknown calamities that even the powerful in the Immortal Mysterious Realm were unwilling to set foot in.
But now he couldn't care about anything else. He had to quickly find a quiet place to recover from his injuries, otherwise it would be difficult for him to recover, and then it would be another disaster.
Tan Ling ran away at an extremely fast speed, but Wu Yi held on tight, with an attitude of reluctance.
"What kind of race has fairy blood flowing in their bodies? Damn, they just want to be slapped! What's the use." Tan Ling fled while slapping Wu Yi's clone spirit.
"Little Zamao, I will not kill you. I will make you live for tens of thousands of years. I will make you unable to survive and suffer in the years. Use your soul to light a sky lantern." Wu Yizhen He became fierce and cursed angrily from behind.
But Tan Ling didn't bother to talk to him at all and just ignored him.
"Haha, why are you so stupid? There are not only 8,000 but also 10,000 people who want to kill me. Please do it before you say yes!" Tan Ling laughed wildly.
"ah!"
Tan Ling slapped Wu Yiyuanshen twice, knocking him unconscious.
"I'm going to make you arrogant! If you want to show off, be prepared to be slapped in the face." Tan Ling laughed and kept slapping Wu Yi's face, making a slap-pop sound.
Wu Yi's clone spirit was in severe pain all over his body and his eyes were flashing with pain, but he was helpless because his spirit was no match for the opponent and he was dizzy after being whipped.
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