Not~!

Zhao Yiran only felt that it was dark in front of him, and his body flew upside down.

Boom!

Zhao Yiran and Xiao Ling slammed on the ground.

But at this time, Zhao Yiran couldn't care about the pain in his body, and hurriedly checked the little spirit in his arms.

At this time, Xiao Ling, even the effect of the Strength Technique was shattered by the blade held by the fat man!

Without the blessing of the Strength Technique, Xiao Ling's body returned to its normal state.

A striking knife appeared in Xiao Ling's abdomen.

At this time, there was a large amount of blood seeping out.

At the wound, there is still the broken yellow hair of Xiaolingna Village!

Xiao Ling was injured, Xiao Ant quickly returned to Zhao Yiran's side, and those cats who were originally restrained in the air landed one after another, roaring in the direction where Zhao Yiran was!

Looking at the wounds on Xiao Ling's body, as well as Xiao Ling's breath gradually withering, Zhao Yiran hurriedly took out the Spirit Beast Life Renewal Pill and the Spirit Beast Spirit Restoration Pill and fed Xiao Ling one after another.

The bell hanging around Xiao Ling's neck kept ringing.

Invisible fluctuations rang out from the bell, spreading from Xiao Ling's wounds, repairing the injuries.

"Hmph! The carving insect skill is also in front of my Liao Yan King to get an axe!"

The fat man stood still with the blade in his hand, and his four eyes looked at Zhao Yiran on the ground and the dog in his arms with a mocking look, and raised his hand to put the blade in his hand in front of him.

Burst~!

A cracking sound was removed, and a scarlet blood hole suddenly tore on the face of the self-proclaimed Liao Yan King, who could not see his mouth.

A half-round, snake-like tongue spat out from the bloody hole, clinging to the blade in an instant.

"Huh?"

When Liao Yan's tongue sucked the blood on the blade, Liao Yan's four eyes contracted at the same time, and he let out a soft sound!

"This is no ordinary blood! This is ...... Spiritual Blood?"

King Liao Yan's face was solemn and he groaned, and his eyes were full of doubts when he looked at Zhao Yiran: "Who are you?"

Just now, Xiao Ling's body increased dramatically under the Strength Technique, and the Netherworld Flames that were burning all over his body made King Liao Yan think that the young man in front of him and himself also had the means to drive away the dead spirit.

But...... King Liao Yan never thought that it would be a spirit dog all the time!

Just when King Liao Yan found out about this situation, there was a solemn moment in his heart, looking at Zhao Yiran who fell to the ground, a sneering look appeared on his face full of scars: "I didn't expect it, I really didn't expect that there was spiritual blood to take the initiative to send it to the door, it was really effortless to step on the iron shoes and find nowhere to find it, I didn't expect that my Liao Yan King would have the opportunity to promote his strength again in this life!"

Bursts of laughter swirled around the crematorium!

As bursts of wild laughter came out, Zhao Yiran found that the ground in his body began to tremble.

A thick mysterious aura suddenly appeared out of thin air, enveloping the entire area of the crematorium.

At the same time, the bodies of the countless cats beside King Liao Yan actually rose with a flame that was even darker than this night!

In an instant, the scope of this crematorium was like the Yellow Spring Purgatory!

Seeing such a scene, Zhao Yiran didn't dare to slack off at all, looking at the little spirit in his arms who had eaten the Spirit Beast Life Renewal Pill, his wound was recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Zhao Yiran stood up straight, staring at the greedy Liao Yan King who was constantly licking and instigating the blood of Xiao Ling on the blade.

"I-I-is-come-kill-your-man!"

Zhao Yiran said word by word.

Then his hands were like phantoms, and the spiritual power of the strong technique all submerged into Xiao Ling's body.

The little spirit that turned over shook its body, and the head of the water lotus flower appeared instantly.

Bursts of high-pitched howls centered on themselves spread out in all directions.

In the blink of an eye, the substantive voice of the Sky Splitting Roar occupied half of the crematorium area, forming an opposition to the aura of the Liao Yama King!

At this time, the little spirit who was blessed with the Strength Technique did not increase in size.

The effect of the Strength Technique was all compressed into Xiao Ling's body, and at this moment, the hair on Xiao Ling's body had completely changed color.

At a glance, the original fluffy little spirit gives people a texture of copper skin and iron bones.

In addition, there was a thin layer of mist around Xiao Ling's body.

This fog seems to be very thin, but it gives people a rich feeling, like a puddle of river!

After seeing the changes in Xiao Ling, Zhao Yiran did not relax, and condensed the spiritual power of the strong technique in the same way, and pasted it into Xiao Ling's body one by one.

"Haha, it's really a little doll with some strength, and you want to kill me?

But a little doll is a little doll after all, and today I will let you see the strength of my Liao Yan King!

I really don't know how strong it will be to turn your dog with spiritual blood into my necromantic pet!"

King Liao Yan couldn't help but be a little surprised when he saw that the momentum of the little spirit that had turned over was constantly rising, and at the same time he was even resisting the momentum he had caused, but this made him even more warthirsty!

As the voice of King Liao Yan fell, the cat that was burning with black flames leaped all over the sky and rushed straight towards Zhao Yiran.

"Ant, it's now!"

At the moment when countless cats leaped up, the movement of condensing the strong technique in Zhao Yiran's hand suddenly stopped.

At the moment when the movements in Zhao Yiran's hand stopped, the entire space seemed to suddenly freeze.

At this time, even the figure of King Liao Yan suddenly froze, and he looked at the space beside Zhao Yiran with some surprise, where was it, he suddenly felt a strong spiritual power fluctuation!

This fluctuation of spiritual power made his body feel as if it was caught by a vice.

Faintly, King Liao Yan felt a tingling pain coming from all over his body.

Boom~!

Bang~Bang~!

Bang~Bang~Bang~!

Just when King Liao Yan felt the strangeness of his body, pieces of blood mist exploded in the sky!

The range of crematoriums that form energy oppositions is like heaven on one side and hell on the other.

And the cats that suddenly exploded in the air were like gorgeous blood-colored flowers!

Whew~!

Taking this opportunity, Xiao Ling's two heads suddenly roared, and a dark blue flame wrapped around a column of water bombarded out, and at the same time, his body flashed, and he rushed towards the Liao Yan King.

King Liao Yan, who was watching all this, snorted coldly: "Do you think you can kill me with just this little trick?" You also underestimate me King Liao Yan!"

As King Liao Yan's voice fell, the blade in his hand, which was as thin as a cicada's wing, suddenly rose into the air and hovered in the sky.

Immediately afterwards, in Zhao Yiran's sight, a pool of blood suddenly appeared under the feet of King Liao Yan, and just when Xiao Ling's intertwined column of water, fire and water was about to bombard King Liao Yan's body, a thick wall of blood condensed by blood suddenly appeared in front of King Liao Yan.

However, just when King Liao Yan thought that the wall of blood in front of him could easily resist the water column formed by water and fire, the water column suddenly exploded, and a mist of water instantly diffused out.