The outer layer of the light cocoon slowly squirmed.

Dong, Dong, Dong.

Yin Nian could feel a palm passing through the light cocoon, resisting her mental power and leaning against her.

In a moment.

Yin Nianzhi felt an extremely powerful mental force wrapped her in.

This mental power is strong! It is hot! It is unparalleled!

It is hard to imagine that this is the mental power that a snail, who has always been smart but gentle, will have?

"Yin Nian." The happy voice of the wax came from the cocoon of light, but it seemed that the source of the sound was in Yin Nian's heart, and the voice wrapped the person in, "My master."

"I am not your natal spirit beast, nor do I have the bloodline of the ancient super divine beast."

"I will follow you and get promoted."

Yin Nian felt a hand stretching out from the light cocoon and gently held her hand.

But the mental power swept out was fierce.

"I can finally give you a little bit of insignificant feedback now."

"I'm very happy."

In thick fog.

The Master of Feng Waterland looked at Yin Nian who was silent and suddenly looked happy.

He couldn't hear it, so he didn't know how loud the sound he was shouting was. The people around him were watching the battle situation so clearly that they could hear it clearly.

"Yin Nian! It is your honor to die under my hands!"

Everyone's hearts were thrust.

What's wrong? This is?

"Yin Nian lost?" The children who helped Yin Nian talk turned pale.

The huge scorching sun hangs high in the sky, but the fog outside cannot be dissipated.

But all of them saw a pillar of fire soaring into the sky. The pillar of fire scattered into countless fire blades, and they flew and strangled down.

"That is the ultimate spiritual technique of the Master of Fengshui Domain!"

Someone shouted suddenly: "Where is Yin Nian?"

Yin Nian had no movement.

The fire spiral shattered the fog and became stronger and stronger. The wind brought the wind, as if it was about to wrap the clouds on the upper floor.

"It's over."

Some people's eyes are already red.

The fog disappears.

They couldn't help but lower their heads.

The water drops fell on the ground, making a dull sound of shattering, and were instantly swallowed by the dark land.

The hot light pressed against everyone's faces, and they gradually felt something was wrong, why was it so hot?

He looked up in a daze.

A fire was printed in front of my eyes.

Yin Nian stretched out his index finger, and a little bit in the void, an invisible mental barrier appeared in front of him, resisting all the fire spins.

They were ridiculously working hard to drill on this end of the barrier, but they couldn't get into it.

"Yin Nian, behind Yin Nian..." Someone's voice was terrified.

A soft light condensed into a human form. He looked like Yin Nian. His long hair was snow-white. The three thousand worries that others mentioned were behind him, with ankles as long as his ankles, as if wearing moonlight.

The snail, which looks more mature than before, has completely grown its appearance.

It's not the kind of stunning face that looks like a glance, but his eyes will be involuntarily sucked in deeply as long as they look at it.

His pupils were broken, from the center, from the bottom to the top, and a lightning-like silver thread cracked, making him look like a person without emotions.

He integrated the molting of the snow silkworm into his body.

Both are spiritual bodies.

It integrates the mutations inherited by the Snow Silkworm Clan into itself.

He cut open his soul and messed up his bloodline.

This has become a real 'outlier'.

There was a huge snail in the sky, but the snail's shell turned snow-white, not as purple as before. There were fine cracks on the shell surface, as if it was violently smashed open, and then patched up again.

It's a desperate bet, but it can be made up for whatever you want.

"Thank you for your hard work." Yin Nian looked at the crisscrossing wounds and sighed softly, "It hurts a lot."

The snail showed a smile, and its broken pupils were half covered by the crescent-like eyes, "Compared with you, it's not worth mentioning."

Its soft body is also covered with a layer of difficult-to-attack thick white skin.

"Master." Wawa's hands fell on Yin Nian's shoulders, and the two of their mental powers collided with each other. "I am not the Snail clan now, nor the Snow Silkworm clan. I have become a freak."

Yin Nian's fingers turned into the entire palm.

Slowly twisting to the right in the air.

The fire spiral is divided to both sides.

"It just so happens that I like freaks."

"If you have a chance."

"It's not impossible to form a monster army in the future, right?"

She had a casual conversation with Wawa, as if she had completely forgotten what arena she was standing on.

The owner of Fengshui Domain is like a huge toad, watching her relaxation at this moment.

His brain made the most correct judgment at this moment with clever mind.

Turning around, his puffed throat swelled to an exaggeration, and he wanted to shout out such words as "She colluded with Andi".

But the next moment.

He suddenly felt his throat relax.

No.

All over was loose.

Countless light burst out from his body, densely intertwined, like chessboards that were overlapping and squeezed.

The light is countless thin golden wires.

The golden silk was wrapped with countless mental powers, and the other end was held in Yin Nian's hand.

His flesh filled the chessboard-like square.

Yin Nian pressed down with his fingers.

One harvest, one release.

Swish!

The square meat as big as a thumb was like this, and it instantly pulled out of his body and burst into a ball of meat sauce.

The domain owner of Fengshui is in front of everyone.

Dismembered.

The dead silence is the greatest respect for this overwhelming massacre after the fog dissipates.

After Yin Nian's golden thread was divided into pieces, he could not hold back his broken roots.

"Tsk, the golden thread is broken, it seems that you still have to get some super artifacts."

This golden silk is also a magical artifact. It was just made with excess scraps when making the Dulong Whip. It was fine before, but now it is more and more difficult to face the strong.

The method of controlling silk thread was taught to her by the master of the Giant Tribe.

Yin Nian is still regretting her golden silk.

But the people in front of them seemed to be breathing in their air at this moment.

Jiuxing? When did it take so much time to fight the King Master?

Just when they were shocked and afraid and confused.

The huge phantom of the snail behind Yin Nian suddenly penetrated into her body.

The sky suddenly changed color.
To be continued...