Faced with the large number of death scythes, Ilan was speechless in her heart, like an ant moving an elephant, when would she be able to erode these abominable scythes with the Shadow Blade. His brows furrowed, and the entire sea of consciousness was also cloudy, and even the soul that was fused with the crystal nucleus couldn't help but tremble.

"What to do? What to do? Do you have to endure the endless torture of this Halhand? Questions popped up in Ilan's mind, and he nervously pondered a way to deal with the Death Scythe.

"You have to change, you can't sit still, or it's over. Think of a way, what's the best way? Ilan began to mobilize all her brain cells, thinking anxiously.

"By the way, elemental magic, can you cast elemental magic in the sea of knowledge?" A bold idea is born, and it suddenly blossoms and bears fruit like a germinated seed, and people can no longer contain it.

"No matter, a dead horse should be a live horse doctor, and you have to test it. Ice-"

On the surface of Elan's natal crystal core, one after another ice skill runes immediately appeared, shining brightly, like the crystal ice and snow in the sky. Under the combined effect of Ilan's powerful spiritual power and the pure elemental power in the fragments of the godhead in the crystal nucleus, the ice element quickly gathered in the sea of knowledge, and a handle of cold ice arrows condensed and formed, and the temperature in the narrow space of the entire sea of knowledge dropped suddenly, and pieces of ice crystals were all over the earth and space, and the absolute low temperature made the death sickle condensed by soul power was also a pause, and the rapid cutting speed also decreased, which made Ilan happy in his heart, and said secretly: Okay, it seems to have an effect, but unfortunately the temperature is not low enough, if the temperature is lower, Perhaps these massive scythes will also be frozen, so that they can be defeated without a fight.

Although there are regrets, but the casting of the ice technique does not stop at all, this is the last straw of Ilan, a cold and shining ice arrow, like a missile shot out in anger, towards the death scythe, the temperature in the space further dropped, and the snowflakes in the sea of consciousness fell one after another.

The scythe of death, shining with gray light, is like a ship sailing backwards in the wind and rain, gradually slowing down because it is hindered, like a fallen leaf in the wind and rain, swaying and uncertain.

The ice arrow quickly passed through these huge shadow-like scythes, and the scythes were also dark, and the energy was consumed, but it didn't seem to have a great impact, and its speed decreased further, but the space of the sea of knowledge was already narrow, and it only reduced the frequency of the Death Scythe cutting crystal nucleus by about one-third.

"Well, there is an effect, although not much, go on. Fireball—"

The spells of the fireball technique echoed in the space again and again, and fireball-shaped skill runes appeared on Ilan's natal crystal core, like a spark that could ignite the prairie and cover the surface of the entire crystal nucleus.

"Fireball combo, launch." The originally cold sea of knowledge suddenly became hot, and the scorching heat made the death scythe look a little irritable, but their speed increased suddenly, and the slowing effect of the ice technique disappeared, and these ghost-like storage zài had restored the original speed, which made Yilan a little surprised, obviously the fireball technique had a much worse damage effect on the death scythe.

However, the continuous high temperature is not without effect, and cracks appear on the dim death scythe, obviously alternating between cold and heat, even if they are transformed by souls, they are not absolutely immune.

The sound of crackling and cutting tore through Ilan's natal crystal nucleus, and the severe pain made Elan grit his teeth, but getting used to this pain did not affect Ilan's spell casting and thinking.

"Again, Ice--, Fireball-"

Ilan desperately squeezed his potential, using the fastest speed to alternately cast these two elemental magic, in the small sea of knowledge, a moment of ice and snow, a moment of red sun, in the alternation of cold and heat, the speed of Halhand's death scythe is also sharply accelerated, which also makes Halhand have to replenish the number of death scythes several times.

"Haha, it's getting more and more interesting, I don't know how this little guy did it, he was able to resist the pain of soul splitting for so long, could it be that there is some treasure to protect his soul. Well, it seems that after killing this kid, it is necessary to dissect his soul, hehe, I haven't used the soul search technique for a long time, haha, I don't know what kind of gain will be? At least there should be a secret treasure to protect the soul, which is really exciting. Halhand's huge face was terrified and moved, and the ugly and indistinguishable face was constantly shrinking and expanding.

Although Halhand, as a demon, also belongs to the category of soul research in hell, it is impossible to know what happened in the sea of consciousness without entering the sea of Ilan's knowledge, in his mind, those death scythes are enough to cut Ilan's soul like crumbs, but he doesn't know why Ilan was able to endure such severe pain without falling into a coma or madness.

Seeing that the ice spell and the fireball technique can cause a certain weakening to the death scythe, Ilan naturally used the two to the extreme, originally due to the fusion of the remnant soul of Máragath, all kinds of perceptions and understandings of the elemental laws, when Ilan cast his skills, a steady stream appeared, first of all, the chanting of spells, originally some lengthy magic spells, were condensed to the extreme by Ilan, a large number of spell casting processes, so that he became more and more familiar with these awkward magic languages, and the words were simplified and condensed, The fireball spell, which originally required dozens of syllables to be chanted and took a second, was gradually reduced, some ineffective auxiliary syllables were abandoned, and the magic spell was getting closer and closer to the essence of the magical element, the law.

After a long battle, Ilan's fireball technique and ice spell finally left only a very mysterious monosyllabic pronunciation, chanting became extremely fast, even faster than some instantaneous magic, and the cooldown time of magic also dropped suddenly, it seems that the two syllables closest to the elemental law between these two represent fire and ice, which have a natural absorption effect on fire and ice elements, and can directly summon the fire element and ice element in the elemental plane to the casting position, which can save a lot of time for gathering demons, As a consequence of this, the cooldown time of Elan's Ice Spell was directly shortened to one second, while the Fireball Technique had a large amount of combustible substances in the air and was filled with sufficient fire elements, so there was no question of zài cooldown time at all.

Reached the two elemental spells that were almost instantaneous, which greatly increased Ilan's combat power, although the death scythe was immune to the magic damage of the ice spell and the fireball technique, but the sudden change from the low temperature and high temperature still made these scythes turn into pure soul power after a ** thermal expansion and contraction, which was absorbed by Ilan's natal crystal nucleus, supplementing his spiritual power consumption. This battle was protracted, but fortunately, Ilan occupied the right time and place, and fought at home, so that Ilan would not worry about the exhaustion of spiritual power and magic power, after all, there was a median god Maragath standing behind him, although it was only a part of the remnant soul, although it was only a small part of the world of God. But the massive amount of elemental power in it is not something that a mere demon Hal Hand can consume.

Time passed slowly, and as patient as Halhand was, he would get tired of playing with a toy for days, and now he was like an impatient child about to throw away the toy in his hand.

"Well, I thought it was a small piece of fresh meat, but I didn't expect it to be a hard bone, it seems that the Death Scythe is not enough to kill it, and you have to use other means. Hehe, add some seasoning, let this kid taste the power of my god-breaking cone. ”

Halhand's huge face suspended above the warehouse, swallowing and contracting, opened a large mouth, and from it appeared a ghostly iron vertebrae, which seemed to be tangible and invisible, shifting between the unreal and the real, erratic.

The flying trail is also magical, it is not a straight line, but a flash of jumping like a teleportation.

This god-breaking cone, exuding a faint blue light, is uncertain, the body is three-edged, and there are grooves on the side, once it appears, it suddenly exerts force, and suddenly, it crosses the barrier of space and distance, and flies directly into Yilan's eyebrows.

Today's first shift, the body is a little unwell, so it's late, please forgive me, and then, continue to ask for support, continue to work hard to code words.