The blood slave looked at the young man in front of him and exhaled heavily, his life was finally saved!
"but…"
Suddenly hearing about Yan Ling'er's turn, the blood slave's heart suddenly rose to his throat, and he wanted to let himself go. It was not that easy as expected. However, he had "betrayed" Morosheng and was fearless.
"what else?"
The blood slave's eyes were colorless and his heart was dull.
Seeing this, Yan Linger was slightly startled, and an idea of solicitation arose.
However, when I think of Shengxuan and Morosheng in my mind, these thoughts disappear in an instant.
After all, blood slaves are not like the hemlocks encountered during the battle in the secret realm.
Thousands of years are enough for him to have deep-rooted loyalty to Morosheng, but since life and death are imminent, he has no choice.
The thoughts in his heart were flowing rapidly, and his face was instantly filled with a touch of coldness. He looked at the blood slave in his eyes, full of cruelty, and said: "However, in order to prevent you from causing trouble in the spiritual canal, or going against my will in the future,
I want to leave something with you."
"Let's keep it as a souvenir!"
"As long as you don't cross the line, everything will be fine."
"But what if, you have crossed the line." Yan Ling'er's eyes suddenly became cold and murderous, and he headed straight towards the blood slave, shouting in a cold voice: "You should also know the result of my style, right?"
Hearing a sharp shout, the blood slave was startled, looked up to the sky, and felt a sense of loss in his heart.
The young man will not let him go after all, and he also knows that he has no choice and no room for bargaining.
Close your eyes and wait for Yan Linger's disposal.
Seeing the blood slave like this, Yan Ling'er smiled, and a ray of spiritual power separated from his soul and shot towards the blood slave.
The mental power ignored the blood slave's body and penetrated from the top of his head straight into the demonic core.
"Hiss!" The mental power met the demonic core, and a tearing force like burning was emitted from the body.
The blood slave shuddered and felt carefully, except for a golden-red mark on the demon core.
Otherwise, there is no discomfort.
However, when he carefully felt the mark on the magic core, a terrible burning feeling swept through his body instantly. He knew that this ray of spiritual power probably contained terrifying power. If it exploded, his magic core would also be destroyed.
Completely exploded.
This is a fatal existence for him, and this fatal key is in Yan Linger's hands.
He raised his head slightly and looked at Yan Ling'er in front of him. The blood slave's eyes were complicated.
"So cruel!"
The blood slave whispered, there was a hint of cruelty in his words, but there was no other emotion at all.
Yan Ling'er, who was about to turn around, heard the blood slave's words, and the expression on his face changed slightly.
Looking at the blood slave in front of him, he spoke lightly, showing two rows of big white teeth, and said: "Hard, it is a bit cruel, but compared to the slaughter of humans and monsters by the saints, do you think it is cruel?"
"Hard, haha, ridiculous."
"In the fantasy world of Yanling, the way of heaven is unfair. Humans are used as pigs, monsters are eaten, and all demons are regarded as saints."
"Have you ever known, have you ever truly realized how ruthless the Saints are in the Yanling Fantasy Realm?"
"How many lives have died under your slaughter?"
Yan Ling'er looked at the blood slaves with calm eyes. In her mind, the Yan people who died in the battle in Yancheng appeared. She recalled the tragic scene when the Phoenix Continent was massacred by the saints, and recalled the fallen flamers when the holy city exploded.
.
Ruthless, these words can't be better used to describe the Holy Clan.
However, regarding Yan Ling'er's words, the blood slave's eyes showed disdain, and he said casually: "That's just their blood..."
His voice was slightly startled and his words stopped abruptly.
However, the unwillingness in his eyes expressed what he meant at this time, and he stubbornly raised his head and looked at Yan Linger.
When their eyes met, Yan Ling'er felt a little ridiculous and said with a smile: "You are of low blood, right?"
"This is your definition of human race and demon race,"
"Lowly, haha, the Yanling Illusionary World originates from the God of Fire and the Holy God. Whose bloodline is noble and whose bloodline is lowly?"
"Who can give a definite number?"
"Can the Flame God? Can the Holy God? Or Morosheng, or your blood slave?"
With disdain filling the corner of her mouth, Yan Ling'er looked at the blood slave in front of her. This kind of superior bloodline had enveloped the Yanling fantasy world thousands of years ago.
Still shrouded.
"Isn't there a certain number?" The blood slave looked directly at Yan Ling'er, with a contemptuous smile in his eyes, and said: "The life span of the Holy God is ten thousand years longer than that of the Flame God. Isn't this enough to explain the problem?"
Lifespan, Yan Ling'er glanced at the blood slave in front of him, with a hint of surprise in his heart.
The story of the Holy God and the Flame God was told to him by Xue Jingyan, something that even he did not know. How could this blood slave know about it?
He just spoke too quickly for a moment.
How did this blood slave understand? Could it be that this was Morosheng's brainwashing of them?
A sneer appeared on her cheeks. Yan Ling'er looked at the blood slave and said with a smile: "Haha, as the old saying goes, thirty years to the east of the river, thirty years to the west of the river, don't bully young people into poverty!"
"Blood slave, I tell you today, thirty years to the east of the river, thirty years to the west of the river, don't bully the weak and poor!"
"No one can say for sure what the structure of the human race, demon race, and saint race will be like in thirty years. Are you sure that the saint race can still rule the Yanling Fantasy World like this?"
"you..."
The blood slave was about to speak, but when he looked at the frail young man in front of him, his heart trembled slightly.
Yes, in thirty years, the young man in front of him has gone from building a mansion to the Huazun realm now. I am afraid it is only more than ten years. The childishness on his face has not faded, but his strength has reached a level that he looks up to.
If it is an opportunity, it is accidental, but if it has grown to this point.
Or by chance?
He could not assert, nor dared to assert, whether the structure of the human race, demon race, and saint race would change in the future because of this young man?
Yan Ling'er took a deep look at the blood slave, without saying a word, turned around, faced the outside of the sky, and said calmly: "Xue slave, as long as you don't have any bad intentions towards the creatures in Lingqu Continent, you
There will be no life-threatening danger."
"But, as long as you..."
"Huh, death, it's just a matter of changing interest rates. Even if it takes thousands of miles, you can't even think about being lucky."
"You know, the perception of a Huazun realm..."
"Also, you should leave this space quickly. Lingqu Continent is very poor. I want to take this spiritual weapon." After saying that, Yan Ling'er stepped out and disappeared into this world.
And behind him, a dark figure appeared in the sky.
"Little puppy, please finish it off!"
"Okay." Looking at the departing figure, the little milk dog appeared in the void with a sinister smile on his face and looked at the blood slave below.
"Chaos Emperor Dragon?"
"Um?"
"Supreme Glazed Body!"
Looking at the disappearing figure, and then looking at the black figure that appeared, the blood slave's heart trembled, and his eyes were extremely disappointed.
However, in a blink of an eye, I felt relieved.
"What? Are you reluctant?"
"Hey, you used a good seventh-grade spiritual weapon as a storage bag. It's really a waste of natural resources." Looking at the space in front of him, and then at the blood slave in front of him, the little puppy's face was filled with disdain.
At this time, when the blood slave looked at the world again, there was a trace of reluctance in his heart.
He spent a lot of effort and a lot of wealth to obtain the bag of heaven and earth.
Now, it has to be handed over to others.
"That's all, that's all, stealing the chicken will end up losing the rice."
"Lingqu Continent, I never want to come here again."
The blood slave glanced at the little milk dog with resentment. Everything seemed to be concluded by him. He took one step and disappeared into this world.
Looking at the departing figure, the little puppy grinned. Looking at the world in front of him, his eyes were full of smiles, and a storage device appeared in his palm.
The dragon's claw exerted a little force, and the storage device shattered instantly.
Spiritual plants all over the sky appeared out of thin air. Looking at the rich flame spirit aura, the little puppy licked the corner of his mouth and said with a smile: "Tsk, tsk, what a good spiritual plant, it is really a waste to be controlled by those guys in Longsu Domain."
These were what he had obtained from the thousands of demon lords in Longsu Domain.
Due to their strength, they suffered a lot, and in the end they had to succumb to the power of the little milk dog. However, if they followed the little milk dog and experienced the baptism of the Supreme Tribulation again, everything would be worth it.
"Hey, hey, I've got a little gardener to start working on."
As he spoke, the small-hand dragon claws were cut out, and the forest in front of him fell in pieces. Then, he transplanted the spiritual plants suspended in the void between the trees just now.
Rest, this is what Yan Ling'er asked the little dog to finish.
Chaos Heavenly Emperor Dragon, the peak bloodline power of the demon clan, has a perception of spiritual objects that is far beyond that of a blood slave. Under his control, the seventh-grade spiritual weapon, the Heaven and Earth Universe Bag, will also leak out.
Outside the bag of heaven and earth, the two figures of Yan Ling'er and the blood slave walked out of the space inside the bag one after the other.
However, when they came out and looked at the scene in front of them, both of them were startled.
The swampland in front of them never looked like they had left.
Between the sky and the earth, the criss-crossing ravines, the horrifyingly discolored sky, and the flattened swamps are simply a strange place. If their own consciousness was not still there, they would definitely think that they were traveling through time and space.
Especially the violent aura that filled the void showed the outcome after the great war.
Through the violent aura, the blood slave who had just appeared immediately exclaimed in his heart.
"Supreme Realm?"
In one breath, his body shot out and flew away from the battlefield.
Looking at the departing figure, Yan Ling'er just glanced at him without saying a word. Instead, he looked at Dong Lin, who was standing in the air with his feet in the air and the muscles all over his body bulging. There was a hint of approval on his cheeks and he gave a thumbs up.
"Good fellow, Mr. Dong, your 'results' are a bit frightening!"
The good heaven and earth were completely destroyed, and there was no breath of life between heaven and earth.
This ending was something he didn't expect.
Even Xue He's physical body has completely disappeared at this moment.
The frightening battle is clear even without looking at it.
Dong Lin looked at Yan Ling'er, the middle-aged man also grinned, and said: "I have just mastered this physical body, but I am still unfamiliar with the control of strength."
"However, after this battle, I feel much more comfortable."
"Haha, if that's the case, then let's set off!" An invisible force waved out from his palm, and the transparent world trembled slightly. In the next breath, a crystal clear green bag appeared in his palm.
Taking the bag into hand, a touch of spiritual consciousness poured into it.
The information about the seventh-grade spiritual weapon and the bag of heaven and earth was absorbed into the soul.
"Heaven and Earth Universe Bag, a good thing!"
Yan Linger grinned.
Dong Lin looked at the blood slave's leaving figure, frowned slightly, and looked at Yan Ling'er with a hint of confusion.
"Just let him go?"
"Haha, as a person, you must keep your word. Moreover, it is impossible for him to harm Lingqu now."
"Oh? So sure?"
"That's natural. I think Mr. Dong knows very well what the spiritual power of the Great Master Realm can do."
"That's true, but the Supreme Realm is wasted..."
Two figures flew through the void, flew out of the violent battle, and headed towards Zhongzhou...