At this moment, time seemed to have stopped.

It stands to reason that when a master is fighting, a mere tenth of a second of distraction can be fatal, but the Soul-Seeking Guard did not seize this opportunity to severely injure Yu Ling.

Because his eyes also fell on the girl who suddenly appeared, and he said in a somewhat unbelievable tone: "Sea of ​​Netherworld?!"

The power of the mantra weakened instantly, and Yu Ling immediately used the Great Circulation to draw away the Ink Condensing Knife, feeling a wry smile in her heart.

Isn't this sudden appearance at the end of winter?

Why has this little girl become so disobedient now? In the past, she would do one thing if she said one thing, and two things if she said two things... Bah, how could there be two things in late winter?

However, upon closer inspection, it has indeed been four or five years since I saw Xiao Dongmo. Yu Ling feels that her impression of her is still in the past. At that time, she was still a little girl with big blinking eyes and seemed a little introverted and shy.

Guiyun, this chirping girl who wished she could make a scene in heaven, got to play together.

Now the end of winter has grown a bit taller than the eldest son. Although he is not as slender and tall as Luo Huizhi, he is still about 1.6 meters tall. Looking from the back, he looks like a cute and petite loli, but his delicate face is calm, and in his hands

The thin sword held steady without a trace of tremor.

Time seems to have overlapped in front of Yu Ling. She used to scare herself to death by pushing down the statue of the Yin God, and she used up all her courage to assassinate Chi Jiang. Now she is as expressionless as a ghost messenger.

She, such contradictory and sharp contrasts, gradually merged into one person.

Yu Ling couldn't explain how she felt. Someone once said that Nether Sea was born to be the most powerful assassin. But at that time, he looked at the innocent and ignorant Dong Mo and didn't want her hands to be stained with blood. The same goes for Enrika.

idea.

But he ignored whether he would like to be a flower in the greenhouse at the end of winter.

In fact, she has been working very hard to integrate into everyone's world. From the beginning, she didn't even dare to talk to strangers, but later she fought side by side with everyone. Yu Ling didn't know that when no one saw her, she

Have you ever cried timidly?

After all, she has been a weak and timid girl since she was a child.

But over the years, everything has changed.

She was afraid of being alone, but there was no familiar face at the ghost door.

She is afraid of fighting, but this dangerous world makes it impossible for her to escape.

So, she became what she is today.

Yu Ling looked at Dong Mo, but Dong Mo didn't look at him. He just pursed his lips and calmly withdrew the sword. His figure suddenly disappeared and entered the virtual state again.

Ji Zizhen didn't move for a long time, as if the pause button had been pressed, but the blood from his heart slowly seeped out, until patches as bright as red plum blossoms bloomed on his snow-white robes.

The thin sword only made a tiny wound, and even the cracks on Zhen's robe could not be seen with the naked eye. However, this sword was fatal because the poison on the sword's edge had already been exposed in a very short time.

It invaded his internal organs in a short period of time.

The expression on his face was indescribable. Although he did not look back, his soul could clearly see what the assassin looked like just now.

It's just that he doesn't want to believe and can't believe that he didn't die in Yu Ling's hands, but in the hands of a still immature girl.

"Hey, Netherworld Sea..." A trail of purple-black blood snaked down from the corner of Ji Zizhen's mouth. His vitality quickly dissipated, but he was never willing to die here so hastily.

"Ji Zizhen!" the soul-seeking guard shouted, and hurriedly threw a transparent bead at him. The latter immediately closed his eyes, used a secret method to separate the soul and body, and was about to hide in this container.

In the soul pearl.

But at this moment, a wisp of purple energy suddenly emerged from the void, accompanied by a sinister smile: "Want to escape? Do you think I will give you this opportunity?"

In comparison, the white light of Ji Zizhen's soul was brilliant, like a bright sun, while the yin nerves still seemed a little weak after the torment just now. He pounced on him with all his teeth and claws, and the scene was as funny as a snake swallowing an elephant.

generally.

But Ji Zizhen's soul was "swallowed" by him, and the purple gas expanded in a circle out of thin air, like a bulging puffer fish, and it looked like it would explode in the next second.

"Take over quickly!"

Yin Shen returned to Yu Ling's soul sea with a "whoosh", and heaved a sigh of relief as if he had successfully passed the baton.

"You are looking for death!"

The soul-seeking guard's eyes flashed sharply. He actually dared to snatch someone under his nose. Isn't this Yun Cheng crazy?!

He immediately took out a painting scroll from the space ring. An unknown person inscribed a line on it. The ink marks were still fresh. Although he didn't know its meaning, a strange aura came out of the paper, as if the whole world was about to drop.

One head.

"town!"

The soul-seeking guard poured almost all his spiritual power and soul power into the scroll. His face turned pale in an instant, and blood marks appeared on Lu Wan's body, as if he could not withstand the pressure of the scroll.

There were obviously no sparks, but this scroll suddenly started to burn from the top, and there were faint traces of ink mountains and rivers on it, like a whole lifelike small world, but the Tao in it was completely different from this world.

Yu Ling's face was solemn. He felt that he had been firmly locked by this scroll, let alone a virtual state. Even if he escaped into the netherworld, it would be useless.

Whose handwriting is this? It has such power?

"Oh, I can't do it anymore!"

As a result, Yin Shen accidentally got out of the basket. After shouting, Ji Zi Zhen forcibly broke through the confinement.

"Yun Cheng, please enjoy His Majesty the Spirit Emperor's ink marks." Ji Zizhen has become much weaker, but he still has not fallen below the threshold of the true soul realm, so he is confident of breaking through Yu Ling's soul sea defense line.

"You can enjoy it too! God said, let there be light." Yin Shen said harshly.

As soon as Yuling summoned a ray of white light, she was speechless. Who allowed you to dub this? How come there are so many dramas.

As one of its trump cards, the cooldown time of the white light ultimate move is random. It seems that whether it can be mobilized and how much it can be mobilized depends on its mood. Of course, it is no problem if it can be used every half day or one day.

With the protection of white light, Yu Ling suddenly felt that the burning scroll of mountains and rivers seemed less scary.

"you……"

Ji Zizhen fell into the most desperate situation. He watched the torrent of white light rushing out in front of his eyes, and finally felt the terrifying power of this power up close.

Because this is purely a crushing on the level, even though its number is not even as good as the spirit power of the Soul Condensation Soul Master, it has a trace of immortality, and it is completely transcendent from a fundamental point of view.

But, how could this Yun Cheng have such terrifying power?! The only person in the world who is close to immortality is the ancestor Tianyi. Could it be...

Countless terrifying thoughts passed through Ji Zizhen's heart. He didn't even have time to think about whether to ask for mercy, and he became an insignificant dust in the baptism of white light.

At the moment before his death, Ji Zizhen saw an extremely vast world. This world fascinated him so much that he forgot the fear of death.

He even couldn't wait to plunge into that world, assimilating into the light like a moth to the flame.

If you hear the Tao in the morning, you will die in the evening...

At this moment, all traces belonging to Ji Zizhen were wiped clean by the white light, leaving only the huge pure soul power integrated into Yu Ling's soul sea.

This was definitely not a comfortable experience. It was as if her brain was filled with dihydrogen monoxide and was about to explode. Yu Ling even lost the ability to think for a moment, and it seemed extremely difficult to even think about it.

In the end, it was Yin Shen's exclamation that brought back his vague consciousness: "Oh my god, it's all mine, mine, mine!"

So he swelled, literally swelled.

Although Yu Ling was a little confused, he still instinctively digested this huge ocean of soul power. The great cycle had been pushed to the extreme, but the soul power could not be converted into profound energy, so this was not helpful to his situation.

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In the eyes of others, Yu Ling's figure has been hidden in the white light. This light even suppresses the arrogance of the mountain and river scroll, forcing it to burn halfway and stop burning.

"How could this happen..."

The soul-seeking guard couldn't help but be stunned. This is the calligraphy treasure of Dao Lingling Emperor. Although it was just a random work he made decades ago, it is also a genuine realm of leaving the Tao. What is the origin of this white light? It broke the ban before.

It’s just the soul realm, why is it becoming more and more evil now?!

He gritted his teeth and was about to try moving the mountain and river scroll again, but suddenly a strong warning signal occurred in his heart.

The soul-seeking guard suddenly turned around, caught the long sword stabbing Dongmo's heart, and said coldly: "Why, you still want to do the same thing again?"

He broke the tip of the sword with a "click", and without waiting for Dong Mo to escape, he pointed his finger in the void, forcibly disrupting the laws of this space, causing Dong Mo's already weak figure to be forcibly pulled out of the virtual state.

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"It's weird, the ages don't match up. The one who didn't know life or death a hundred years ago... Is there a second Nether Sea in this world?" The soul-hunting guard frowned and murmured, grabbing Dongmo.

Dong Mo struggled hard, her little face turned red from holding back, but the words of the soul-seeking guard shocked her heart, and she blurted out: "What did you say?!"

The soul-seeking guards didn't answer. Anyway, if they took Dong Mo back, the people in the clan would naturally notice something was fishy.

But as soon as he put his hand on Dongmo's shoulder, a cold voice suddenly sounded: "It's your turn to hit the road."
Chapter completed!