At this moment when the mist spread, King Liao's vision suddenly blurred, and then the scene in front of him changed instantly.

At this point, King Liao Yan's face changed, and he secretly said that it was not good!

Just now, he saw a sly smile on the face of the young man not far away!

Rumble~!

A loud bang came, and before King Liao Yan could examine the space in front of him, his figure suddenly staggered to the bottom, and when he turned his head to look, a pair of sharp claws burning with blue flames slowly disappeared!

The speed was so fast that it only caught a trace of afterimage.

It can be said that there is no trace, there is no trace!

......

"King Liao Yama, this time I will send you directly to see the real Yama King!"

Zhao Yiran looked at the Liao Yan King who fell to the ground with four small eyes and no eyes, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Around King Liao Yan, there is a water mist aura that can hallucinate!

The small area of restraint makes the hallucinogenic ability of the mist extremely strong.

Barking~!

Xiao Ling's body couldn't help but flutter around the fat body of King Liao Yan, and every time the claws were withdrawn, they were all carrying a large piece of flesh and blood!

"Who the hell are you? not only drive spiritual creatures, but also use such illusionary mental spells!"

King Liao Yan, who had been injured one after another, really felt frightened at this moment, and roared again and again.

"I said, I-am - kill - kill - you--man!"

Zhao Yiran raised his eyebrows and said coldly.

As Zhao Yiran's voice fell, Xiao Ling's attacks became more intensive, and one after another flaming claws bombarded the body of the Liao Yama King as if tearing through the void.

At the same time, the tentacles of Xiao Ant's arm trembled wildly, and invisible fluctuations bound towards the body of King Liao Yan.

Well?

Lapsed?

When the fluctuations emitted by the tentacles of the little ant hovered over the body of the Liao Yama King, Zhao Yiran found that he could not restrain his figure.

Seeing this, Zhao Yiran said in his heart that it was a pity!

If the fluctuations caused by the little ants can work like before, at this moment, in Zhao Yiran's eyes, this Liao Yan King has become a live target for Xiao Ling!

Whew~!

Whew~!

At this time, the King of Liao Yan, although he could not catch Xiao Ling's attack, was holding the blade as thin as a cicada's wings.

At this point, Xiao Ling's attack has been restricted.

Inadvertently, I also endured two attacks from that blade!

However, at this moment, Xiao Ling's body was already able to resist the blade with the blessing of multiple strong techniques.

Vaguely, the blades attacking Xiao Ling's body actually pulled up sparks!

But he couldn't even cut the hair on Xiao Ling's body.

"Hehe, the one who killed me, I guess your spell has a time limit, right?

Wait until your spell fails, and see how I send you to hell!"

As he continued to wave the blade to protect his whole body, Xiao Ling's attack did not work, and King Liao Yan tasted the sweetness and waved the blade in his hand even harder.

Spell?

This mist is naturally not Zhao Yiran's spell.

To be precise, it's not a spell from Xiao Ling.

It's just an attack method derived from the small spirit double-headed transformation, and it doesn't even count as a spirit beast skill.

Aging?

Naturally, there was no, just when the little spirit attacked, he didn't forget to add netherworld flames and water columns to the water mist to form a new water mist qi.

And such consumption is very small for Xiao Ling.

However, what gave Zhao Yiran a headache was that although the hallucinogenic effect of the water mist would not disappear, at this moment he was holding the blade-wielding Liao Yan King without any way!

Looking at the constant pool of blood surging under the feet of the blade-wielding Liao Yama, it seemed to provide countless energies to the Liao Yama King.

Vaguely, Zhao Yiran also saw that on the fat body of King Liao Yan, the flesh and blood that had just been torn off by Xiao Ling's claws were slowly recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Zhao Yiran believed that it wouldn't be long before the aura of King Liao Yan's malaise would surge again.

Bang Bang~!

Xiao Ling's claws couldn't stop attacking the blade, making a violent crashing sound.

Although the blade of the Liao Yama King is very thin, I don't know what material it is made of, it is not only sharp but also extremely hard!

"No, you can't kill him at all!"

Zhao Yiran let out a low sigh in his heart.

Rustle~!

Rustle~!

Just as Zhao Yiran was thinking about a way, Xiao Ant quickly walked towards Xiao Ling.

At the same time, a large amount of formic acid spat out towards the king of Naliao Yama.

In a few breaths, the blades of King Liao Yan, which seemed to form a protective layer, were all wrapped in formic acid.

As Xiao Ling attacked again and again, the formic acid wrapped in the blade gradually burned.

Seeing this, Zhao Yiran's face was overjoyed.

If it goes on like this, it won't be long before the blade of King Liao Yan will ......

Well?

Just when the thought in Zhao Yiran's heart just rose, layers of blood suddenly appeared on the blade, and the formic acid that was originally burning was instantly washed away and extinguished!

"Hey, carving insect skills!"

King Liao Yan laughed.

The next moment, under Zhao Yiran's attention, the blade of King Liao Yan actually began to redden, and the blood that appeared on the blade bubbled as if it was boiling.

In less than half a breath, a bloody scab covered the blade!

With the large amount of formic acid sprayed by the little ants, it was not even contaminated with the blade full of blood scabs.

"Little Ant, Ascend the Aura of Strength!"

Seeing this situation, Zhao Yiran commanded.

Airplanes~!

Airplanes~!

With Zhao Yiran's command, the little ant stopped the spray of formic acid, and the frequency of the two trembling tentacles changed abruptly.

There was a humming sound, and two bright auras of day appeared on Xiao Ling's two sharp claws at the same time.

Two humming sounds fell, and then rose again.

Buzzing~!

In an instant, Xiao Ling's flaming claws were covered with two auras of power at the same time.

After doing all this, the little ant seemed to have been drained of spiritual power, and despite the blessing of the strong technique, its body quickly dried up.

Zhao Yiran stepped forward quickly and took the little spirit who had recovered his body as before.

At the same time, there was a bang in my ears!

"No~No~ Impossible!"

At the same time, the explosion was accompanied by the unwilling roar of King Liao Yan.

I saw Xiao Ling's claws with a power aura directly bombarded King Liao's blade.

The explosion was the sound of the blade being split in two.

Together with the body of the King of Liao Yama, it was also divided into two.

Bang Dang~!

Boom!

Liao Yan's body collapsed in a pool of blood, and the bloody scabbed blades shattered at either side of his body.

At this moment, King Liao Yan still had a frightened expression on his face.

......

With the breath of King Liao Yan completely extinguished, the crematorium was restored to its original state.

Zhao Yiran stood in a pool of blood and picked up the blade that had been torn by Xiao Ling.

And Xiao Ling, who was rummaging for something on King Liao Yan, suddenly turned his head sideways and spit out the ball of things in his mouth on the ground.

Just as this mass of things appeared, there was a sudden throbbing on Zhao Yiran's watch!