Chapter 55: The Ancestor Ling Tian (2)

During this teleportation, Zhao Lin and Sun Rong directly teleported Chen Fan to the depths of the wilderness. Here, there were sixth-grade and seventh-grade monsters often appeared. In desperation, the two had to let go of the momentum of the celestial beings. In this way, no more monsters were harassed and attacked.

Although they are not afraid of their strength, they are a little troublesome after all. For them, saving Yan Lingtian is the most important thing.

With the memories in his mind, Chen Fan led the two of them to the direction of the ruins and death. Although this place is deep in the wilderness, it is not the center of the wilderness.

It is said that in this wilderness, there are the legendary ancient demon clans, and the lowest-level demon clans are eighth-grade monsters that can transform into human form! At this time, the monsters are no longer beasts, but real monsters!

After walking between the mountains and forests for nearly a long time, Chen Fan suddenly stopped, pointed to a scattered platform in front of him, and said, "I discovered the spiritual corpse here. It originally had a formation and a coffin, but it had been destroyed at this time. It must have been done by Senior Ling Tian."

While speaking, the three of them walked towards the chaotic area, while Zhao Lin and Sun Rong walked, closing their eyes slightly, sensing the fluctuations here.

"It's Brother Ling Tian's Yin Thunder Law Aura!" The two of them suddenly opened their eyes, and a trace of surprise and worry flashed in their pupils.

"Take the way to the ruined dead place you mentioned." Zhao Lin and Sun Rong looked into the distance. They sensed a hint of death, and obviously knew the approximate location of the ruined dead place.

Nodding, Chen Fan jumped up, the flames on his body rose, and directly turned into a long rainbow, flying towards the ruins. With the protection of two cultivators at the level of a celestial being, Chen Fan didn't have to worry about the high-level monsters that often appeared in the wilderness.

The rising flames on Chen Fan's body made people think that he was practicing the fire-attribute power. In this way, it is the most effective to cover people's eyes and ears.

Chen Fan was deeply moved when he stepped into the ruins and died again. He had been in seclusion here for a while. Due to the bright sunshine, the cold and cold air in the dead land did not appear, but the rich dead air could still be felt.

Before Chen Fan could speak, Zhao Lin and Sun Rong joined forces to develop their divine thoughts and swept across the ruins directly. The two great cultivators joined forces to see how powerful their divine thoughts were? Until they swept the entire ruins, the two did not find any breath of the ancestor Ling Tian and the spiritual corpse. Only a faint fluctuation of the law indicates that a war occurred here.

"From the breath, it seems that the spirit corpse should be inferior to the senior brother Ling Tian, ​​but due to the limitation of the residual soul, the senior brother should not be able to subdue the spiritual corpse that is infinitely close to the strength of a cultivator in the realm of Heaven. What's more, the spirit corpse is the body of a war witch in ancient times." Without finding Yan Lingtian, Zhao Lin and Sun Rong couldn't help but frown, and they were extremely worried.

"Although Senior Brother Ling Tian may not be able to subdue the spiritual corpse that has already betrayed the devouring master, I guess the spiritual corpse should not be as strong as the senior brother. What I am worried about is that if the spiritual intelligence generated by the spiritual corpse returns to the war of the witch clan, the battle between the Witch Palace and my Lingzi Sect will be inevitable." Zhao Lin, who was frowning, looked at the desolate ruins and couldn't help but worry about his own sect.

When the old woman Sun Rong heard this, she was slightly stunned, and then said coldly: "What can the Witch Palace do? It's not the Ancestral Witch Temple. In this world, can they do anything to our Lingzi Sect?" While speaking, Sun Rong thought of the powerful spiritual corpses in the sect that have been passed down from ancient times to the present.

Zhao Lin naturally knew what Sun Rong was thinking, and heard him sighing slowly and said, "How could the War Witch Clan have not had any strong strength from ancient times to the present? If Senior Brother Ling Tian was there, with his cultivation level close to the peak of the Great Perfection of Heaven and Man, he would naturally not be afraid. However, now the senior brother's life and death are uncertain. With the strength of our two, even if we can withstand the Witch Palace, it would definitely hurt our Lingzi Sect's vitality!"

Obviously, Zhao Lin considered more comprehensively and cautiously than Sun Rong.

Sun Rong's eyes were as lightning as she looked at the deepest part of the ruins, and slowly spoke: "If the eldest brother did not conquer the spiritual corpse, then he must have hidden himself. The eldest brother asked this little guy named Chen Fan to inform us, and he must have been waiting nearby. We used the secret techniques of the sect to see if we could contact the eldest brother."

After being told by Zhao Lin, Sun Rong, as a veteran monk who has lived for thousands of years, was a bit scheming once she seriously considered the problem.

Zhao Lin nodded, and then he saw the two of them stretch out their fingers. The two fingers quickly connected the void and drew a mysterious rune. At the same time, the huge cold and dead air suddenly swept around with the two as the center. Starting from the ground, the air condensed into frost and radiated toward the surroundings!

Chen Fan, who had been silent all the way, frowned and his figure flashed, and retreated a hundred feet away. The cold and dead aura contained the power of the law, which was not something he could resist.

Fortunately, the two of them only used the secret technique to contact Yan Lingtian, so the range of the cold and dead air spread was only locked by a hundred feet. However, just this made Chen Fan feel a numbness in his scalp.

As Zhao Lin and Sun Rong's fingers slashed faster and faster, Chen Fan's eyes gradually could not keep up with their rhythm. Until the end, there were bursts of space friction sounding between the two's fingers, and even when the space was cut into cracks, Chen Fan sighed helplessly and put away his eyes.

The dead gray runes became clearer and clearer, from fog to solidify, then rolled and surged, and finally condensed into a substantial rune floated into the air. Zhao Lin and Sun Rong looked solemnly, and shouted at the same time: "Broken Talisman, Soul-calling!"

boom!

The space trembled, and the runes shattered directly into the air as the two of them finished speaking. Then, ripples and ripples of space swept around, completely covering the entire ruins.

Chen Fan was only a hundred feet away from two people, so he was naturally within the range of the ripples of space. A silver-white light flashed deep in Chen Fan's eyes. His figure turned into the same ripples like the water surface under the impact of the ripples.

Seeing Chen Fan being safe in the ripples of space, Zhao Lin's turbid old eyes flashed in his turbid old eyes, but he became more curious about him. The soul power attribute that he could not see through later showed the power of fire attribute, but now he actually used the power of space again, so he couldn't help but be curious.

If it were an ordinary soul pill monk, he might not have been seriously injured by the space ripples, but at least he had to defend himself with all his strength before he could barely hold on. However, Chen Fan had too little experience after all, and accidentally exposed some of his own secrets, which invisibly attracted Zhao Lin's attention.

Speaking of which, after the space ripples containing the power of runes enveloped the entire ruins dead, a sharp roar suddenly sounded deep in the ruins. This sound contained endless vicissitudes, feelings, and a hint of gratitude. It seemed that he had been waiting for the call of this rune for countless years.

A ball of purple-black mist rolled out from the depths of the ruins and flew straight to where the three of them were. The rich dead aura spreading in the mist and the ray of purple thunder intertwined it immediately made Chen Fan's pupils shrink. Although the purple-black mist was dim, its aura was exactly the same as Yan Lingtian's bones.

"Two junior brothers, it's really you who are here. I finally have hope of recovery!" The fog dissipated, and skeletons wrapped in purple and black lightning appeared, and the sound came from the jawbones that opened and closed.

"Senior Brother!" Hearing the extremely familiar voice for thousands of years, Zhao Lin and Sun Rong couldn't help but get up in the air with some excitement and flew to the bone.

"Since you are here, it seems that the spirit corpse has gone. As I expected, the spirit corpse couldn't help but have developed spiritual intelligence and even recovered a trace of memory from ancient times. If I was not wrong, he would definitely go back to the witch palace with the war witch. We will return to the sect quickly. I want to enter the sect's access control area to restore my soul power. As long as I recover my cultivation, I will definitely not be afraid of their witch palace!" Since subduing the spirit corpse, Yan Lingtian's residual soul, which had consumed too much soul power, hid with his original skeleton. Because he was worried that the spirit corpse would be nearby, he just waited until Zhao Lin and Sun Rong summoned with runes before appearing.

Zhao Lin and Sun Rong nodded. Although Yan Lingtian's strength has been greatly reduced now, they and Yan Lingtian have practiced everything since childhood, and their relationship has been very deep. In addition, with the threat from the Witch Palace, Yan Lingtian's strength has recovered, so they are more confident, so neither of them took advantage of this opportunity to do anything disobedient.

Although there was a lot to say in their hearts, the ruins were not a good place. Therefore, the three of them planned to return to the sect and wait for Yan Lingtian to recover their cultivation before having a long talk. In this way, the eyes of the two of them, their bones could not help but gathered at Chen Fan below.

The calm eyes were like an ancient well without waves. From beginning to end, Chen Fan's state of mind remained calm. The moment he met the eyes of the cultivators in the three great heavenly realms, a heavy haze suddenly surged into his heart.

The clothes were floating, Chen Fan was still as moving as a mountain, and his firm heart of Tao played the greatest role at this time. No matter how powerful the three great cultivators were, he was still like a duckweed leaf, floating in it, and never sinking.

Yan Lingtian's bones fell from the air and came to Chen Fan and said, "I did not misunderstand anyone. I was able to offend this time thanks to my friend's help."

Yan Lingtian himself knew that if it weren't for his forced efforts, the junior in front of him might not have been willing to help him. However, Chen Fan had helped him after all, so his words were full of sincerity and no pretentiousness.
Chapter completed!