At this moment, time seemed to stand still.

It stands to reason that when a master makes a move, a distraction of 0.01 second is enough to be fatal, but Xun Lingwei did not seize this opportunity to severely damage Yuling.

Because his gaze also fell on the girl who suddenly appeared, and said in a somewhat incredulous tone: "Netherworld?!"

The power of the mantra weakened instantly, and Yu Ling immediately took up the large circulation and drew away the ink condensing knife, with a bitter smile in his heart.

Isn't this the end of winter?

Why has this little girl become so disobedient now, she used to say one and two...... Phew, how can it be two at the end of winter.

But counting carefully, it is true that she has not seen the end of winter for four or five years, and Yuling feels that her impression of her is still stuck in the past, at that time she was still a little girl with big eyes and a little introverted and shy, but she played with Guiyun, a girl who was eager to make a fuss.

Now at the end of winter, he has grown a lot taller, although he is not as slender and tall as Luo Xuanzhi, but he also looks like about one meter six, looking at the back is a soft and cute petite Lori, but the delicate face is calm, and the thin sword in his hand is steady, without a trace of trembling.

Time seemed to overlap in front of Yu Ling, she who once scared herself half to death when she pushed down the statue of the Yin God, who once exhausted her courage when she assassinated Chi Jiang, and now she who was expressionless like a ghost messenger, such a contradictory and stark contrast gradually merged into a person.

Yu Ling couldn't tell what he felt in his heart, someone once said that the Nethersea was born to be the most powerful assassin, but at that time, he looked at the naïve and ignorant end of winter, and he didn't want her hands to be stained with blood, and Enrica had the same idea.

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

In fact, she has always worked hard, very hard to integrate into everyone's world, from the beginning when she didn't even dare to say anything to the living, to later fought side by side with everyone, Yuling didn't know if she cried timidly when no one saw it.

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

But all that has changed over the years.

She was afraid of being alone, but the Ghost Gate didn't have a familiar face.

She was afraid of fighting, but there was no escape from this treacherous world.

And so, she became what she is today.

Yu Ling looked at the end of the winter, but the end of the winter didn't look at him, just pursed his lips, calmly withdrew the long sword, and the figure disappeared and entered the void again.

Ji Zizhen didn't move for a long time, as if he had pressed the pause button, but the blood in his heart slowly oozed out until the bleak patches like red plums blurred on the snow-white robe.

The thin sword had only opened a tiny wound, and the crack in his robe was not even visible to the naked eye, but the sword was fatal, because the poison on the blade had invaded his internal organs in a very short time.

The expression on his face was indescribable, and although he didn't look back, Soul Mind could clearly see what the assassin was like.

It's just that he didn't want to believe it and couldn't believe that he didn't die at the hands of Yuling, but at the hands of a young girl who was still immature.

"Ho, Nethersea ......" A wisp of purple-black blood snaked from the corner of Zizhen's mouth, and his vitality quickly dissipated, but he was not willing to die here so hastily.

"Ji Zizhen!" "Soul Hunter shouted, hurriedly throwing a transparent bead at him, who immediately closed his eyes and used a secret method to extract his soul from his body, and was about to hide in this soul bead.

But at this moment, a wisp of purple qi suddenly emerged from the void, accompanied by the Yin God's cruel smile: "Want to escape, do you think I'll give you this opportunity?"

In comparison, the soul of Ji Zizhen was white and clear, like a round of the sun, and the Yin God still looked a little weak after some tossing just now, and he pounced on it with his teeth and claws, and the scene was as funny as a snake swallowing an elephant.

But Ji Zizhen's soul was "swallowed" by him, and he saw that the purple qi swelled out of thin air, like a bulging pufferfish, and it looked like it would explode in the next second.

"Take it over!"

The Yin God "swished" back to the Yuling Soul Sea, and was as relieved as if he had successfully passed the baton.

"You're looking for death!"

The light in Xunlingwei's eyes flashed, and he dared to rob someone under his nose, this Yun Cheng is crazy, isn't it?!

He immediately took out a painting scroll from the space ring, on which I don't know who inscribed a line of words, the ink marks are still fresh, although I don't know what it means, but a sense of calm air comes out through the paper, as if the whole world is going to be a head shorter.

"Town!"

Xun Lingwei poured almost all his spiritual power and soul power into this painting scroll, his face turned pale in an instant, and blood marks also appeared on Lu Wan's body, as if he couldn't withstand the pressure of the painting scroll.

Obviously, there is no spark, but this painting scroll suddenly began to burn from the top, and traces of ink mountains and rivers faintly appeared on it, like a whole lifelike small world, but the Tao inside it is completely different from this heaven and earth.

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

Whose handwriting is this, and how powerful it is?

"Ahh

As a result, the Yin God got out of the basket at this pass, and after screaming, he was forcibly broken through the confinement by Ji Zizhen.

"Yun Cheng, His Majesty the Spirit Emperor's ink, enjoy it yourself. Ji Zizhen has weakened a lot, but he still hasn't broken through the threshold of the True Soul Realm, so he has the confidence to break through Yuling's Soul Sea defense line.

God said, Let there be light. The Yin God said fiercely.

As soon as Yu Ling pulled out a ray of white light, he was speechless at that time, who allowed you to dub this? Where did you come from so many scenes.

As one of the killer white light ultimate, the cooldown time is random, as if it can be mobilized, and how much it can be mobilized, it depends on its mood, of course, the next half a day is naturally no problem.

With the protection of white light, Yu Ling suddenly felt that the burning mountain and river painting scroll seemed to have become less terrifying.

"You ......"

Ji Zizhen fell into the most desperate situation, he watched the torrent of white light rush out mightily, and finally felt the horror of this power up close.

Because this is purely a level of crushing, even if it is not even as good as the soul power of the Condensing Soul Master in terms of quantity, it has a trace of immortal aura, and it is completely transcendent from the root.

However, how could this Yun Cheng have such terrifying power?! The only person in this world who came close to immortality was Tianyi Ancestor, could it be ......

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

In the moments before he died, Ji Zizhen saw an incomparably vast world, which fascinated him so much that he forgot his fear of death.

He couldn't wait to plunge into that world, assimilated into that light like a moth to a fire.

Chaowen said, it is okay to die at night......

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

This was definitely not a comfortable experience, as if his brain was stuffed with dihydrogen monoxide, and he was about to explode, Yuling even lost his ability to think for a moment, and it seemed that it was extremely difficult to move his thoughts.

In the end, it was the exclamation of the Yin God that recalled his vague consciousness: "Oh my God, it's all mine, mine, mine!"

And so he swelled, literally inflated.

Although Yu Ling was a little delirious, he still instinctively and quickly digested this huge soul power like an ocean, and the great cycle had been urged to the extreme, but the soul power could not be converted into Xuan power, so it was not helpful to his situation.

In the eyes of others, Yu Ling's figure was already hidden in the white light, and this light even suppressed the arrogance of the mountain and river painting scroll, forcing it to burn half and couldn't burn down.

"How can this be ......?"

Xun Lingwei couldn't help but be stunned, this is the ink treasure of the Dao Spirit Emperor, although it was just a random work of him decades ago, but it is also a genuine deviant realm, what is the origin of this white light, it was just a matter of breaking the forbidden soul realm before, why is it becoming more and more evil now?!

He gritted his teeth, and was about to urge the mountains and rivers to try it again, but a strong warning suddenly appeared in his heart.

Soul Seeker turned around suddenly, caught the long sword that stabbed at the end of the winter, and said coldly: "What, you still want to repeat the old trick?"

He snapped the tip of his sword with a "click", and before the end of winter could escape, he pointed at the void and forcibly rebelled against the rules of this space, making the already faint figure of the end of winter forcibly pulled out of the void.

"It's strange, the age is not right, the one a hundred years ago didn't know life and death...... Could it be that there is a second Netherworld Sea in this world?" the Soul Seeker frowned and muttered, grabbing it towards the end of winter.

At the end of winter, she struggled, and her little face was red, but Xun Lingwei's words shocked her heart, and she blurted out: "What did you say?!"

Xun Lingwei didn't answer, anyway, if he caught the end of winter, the people in the clan would naturally be able to see the strangeness.

But as soon as his hand was on the shoulders of the end of winter, a cold voice suddenly sounded: "It's your turn to hit the road." ”

Xun Lingwei suddenly turned around, only to see a faint and rotating circle, which seemed to be static and moving, slowly floating, occupying his entire line of sight.