Mid-air ahead.

The two black spirits trembled and gradually disappeared.

But the speed at which they eliminated the ground was not very fast, and there was even a slight tendency to slow down after an interval of more than ten seconds.

Is that worth it?!

Lin Yi raised his eyebrows, and the Gran Rui sword in his hand was inserted into the scabbard again, looking at the two groups of spirits in front of him that had turned from black to gray, and said with a serious expression.

"Dust to dust, dust to dust."

"As an invisible thing, you no longer belong to this world, since you refuse to disperse, then it is up to me to cut off your last attachment!"

“……？？？” x2

The two groups of spirits felt that they had something to say, but Lin Yi didn't give them the slightest chance to speak.

In an instant, another narrow silver-white sword qi slashed diagonally, piercing through two gray spirits in an instant, and the gray spirits instantly split into four, completely disappearing without a trace in a tremor.

The oblique sword qi slashed into the sky unabated, tearing open a hole in the thick dark clouds above.

The bright midday sun dispelled the dark clouds and shadows and poured on Lin Yi's body, as if gilding him with a layer of divine pale golden light.

Lin Yi slowly put the sword into its sheath, turned around indifferently, and looked in the direction of the cave entrance, intending to see how well he was dressed as a B from Gandalf's face.

But as soon as he turned around, Lin Yi's face instantly pulled down.

I saw a tall figure in a black robe swaying and surrounded by gusts of black wind at some point on the cliff and appeared on the platform at the entrance of the cave, and was now fighting with Gandalf in the passage.

He was the first Ringwraith to be cut down before!

Split in half and can recover so quickly, no wonder the people in this world are so jealous of them.

Lin Yi frowned slightly, feeling a little unhappy in his heart.

It's no wonder that when you pretend to be a good B, you will unconsciously crave an audience, especially an exceptionally high-quality viewer like Gandalf, and the shock on his face is worthy of a big event in the Marvel world.

What a pity!

Lin Yi looked at Gandalf opposite the Ring Spirit with some depression, and then ......

Lin Yi's mood instantly improved again!

He noticed that Gandalf had a long sword hanging from his waist, but he didn't seem to see it at all, just brandished his staff vigorously, and fought with the Ring Spirit.

Don't say it, this guy really dances with a cane.

Immediately afterward, Gandalf seemed to sense Lin Yi's gaze, and felt that he might be a little incompatible with a small soldier who was inextricably beaten by others in an instant, so he vigorously smashed the ring spirit on the opposite side, and then slammed the staff to the ground, and chanted with a solemn expression.

"I am a servant of the sacred fire, holding aloft the Jarno Flame ......"

Gandalf chanted the sacred incantation, and the Philosopher's Stone on the staff instantly burst into a dazzling light.

The white light was holy and dazzling, like the first rays of sunlight rising in the sky in the early morning, just bathing in a little corner, Lin Yi's heart was exhausted, and even his soul was as warm and comfortable as soaking in a hot spring.

But in the eyes of the Ringling, this is not the case at all.

In his senses, this dazzling light was as powerful and violent as the scorching sun at noon, holy and majestic, as inviolable as the gods in heaven.

As soon as the light bloomed, the surrounding black fog and shadows were instantly dispelled.

The ringwraith on the other side covered his face with his hands, and retreated to the edge of the platform in a wail, and the black robe on his body was shattered into dots in the intense light.

The light became even stronger, and the form of the ring spirit was completely destroyed, and the remaining black spirit body instantly disappeared into the distance.

If it had been in the past, Gandalf would have stopped there, but now, seeing the true damage Lin Yi had done to these invisible spirits, he was no longer satisfied with destroying the form of the ring spirits.

Gandalf put away the light from his staff and raised his head to the sky and let out a loud cry.

—————

"Your Excellency Lin Yi, don't let him go!"

When the words fell, Lin Yi didn't make any moves, and the little black cat who had been watching the play for a long time suddenly roared, and its body, which was originally only a little bigger than a palm, quickly expanded into a juvenile black tiger about one meter long.

The black mist condensed into wings, and suddenly it turned into a black lightning bolt and chased after the spirit.

In an instant, the black figure stopped in front of the spirit.

The young black tiger roared majestically, and the sharp claws immediately popped out, swinging forward, and the black mist lingered around its forepaws, extending and winding wildly in front of it, and finally formed a black mist tiger claw about five or six meters large.

The huge tiger claws slammed into the spirit in an instant.

The group of spirits wanted to directly penetrate the tiger's claws and escape from here, but it was unexpectedly stopped by the black mist in the palm of its hand, and it crashed into the black-gray mountain wall next to it with a confused face.

Bang –

The mountain cracked, and a large paw print appeared on the rock wall, and in the middle of the paw print was a spirit wrapped in black mist.

At this moment, the spirit in the black mist was struggling frantically, and a black figure came in an instant, stretched out its claws that lingered in the black mist, and completely pressed the struggling spirit into the rock wall.

"Roar!"

The young black tiger stepped on the ring spirit and looked up to the sky and roared, and there was already a hint of the taste of the poor uncle in his slightly immature voice.

At the entrance to the cave, the corners of Gandalf's mouth twitched vigorously, and his eyes were full of shock and sluggishness.

Lin Yi floated in the sky, looking at the young black tiger roaring in the sky with satisfaction.

Lin Yi was also a little surprised at first that the little black cat could touch the spirit body of the ring spirit, but if he thought about it carefully, it seemed reasonable.

After all, the black fog of Qiqi is essentially war karma.

The black mist is only the carrier of karma, in fact, the real karma is not like this, and the black fog seen by real creatures is actually just the tip of the iceberg of karma penetrating into reality.

Although the ring spirit also exists in the invisible realm, compared with such a thing as karma, it is more than a little bit worse in grade, how can it be possible to penetrate through karma?

Soon, the young black tiger flapped its wings and flew back slowly.

The tiger grabbed a black mist-wrapped spirit in his palm and threw it on the platform in front of the cave entrance.

The smoke filled the air, and Gandalf quickly came to his senses.

At this time, the white beard on his face came into play, and Gandalf only moved a few muscles that were not covered by the white beard slightly, and his previous sluggish expression completely changed to seriousness and seriousness.

He raised his head with his staff, looked at Lin Yi and said in a deep voice.

"Your Excellency Lin Yi, it's time for you to make a move."

Lin Yi nodded, holding the long sword at his waist and landing on the platform.

But just as he was about to draw his sword, Lin Yi's heart suddenly moved, and he remembered a skill in his mind that he had never used before, so he let go of his right hand holding the hilt of the sword, and looked at the little black tiger in Gandalf's puzzled gaze.

Being watched by Lin Yi's gaze, the expression on the black tiger's face was stunned for a moment, and then he seemed to understand what Lin Yi meant, and walked in front of the spirit body with a hint of abruptness and excitement.

The sharp tiger claws popped out immediately afterward, and then slowly raised.

In the next second, a pitch-black flame suddenly ignited, quickly spreading and covering the entire claw.

Special Skill - War Karma!

The claws of the tiger that burned with black flames slapped down.

The spirit wrapped in the black mist had just touched the surface of the flames, and it instantly burst into flames like grease-stained hay.

Black flames rose vigorously, and bursting sparks flew everywhere.

Even the little black tiger that he had lit himself was startled and hurriedly jumped back.

The spirits contaminated by the black flames struggled even more frantically, and even let out an extremely painful wail in the form of a spirit.

The wail was sharp and piercing, and could be heard clearly even with the ears closed.

Because it's not really a voice, it's a cry from the soul.

Soon, this painful wail gradually disappeared, and the spirit body in front of him was burned clean by the black flames, and there was not even a trace of dregs left.

The black tiger on the side also licked its paws as if it was full, and then transformed into the palm-sized little black cat before, vibrating its wings and flying onto Lin Yi's shoulder.

Lin Yi looked thoughtfully at the place where the black fire burned out, and a trace of realization rose in his heart.

He suddenly remembered the description on the skill panel, the duration of war karmic fire and burn damage depends on the karma of the attacker, the more karma, the higher the karmic fire damage, and the longer the duration.

Obviously, the karma on this ring spirit was monstrous, but his own strength could not match the monstrous karma, so it only burned for less than half a minute before he was completely burned by the black karmic fire.

So the question is, what should I do with the karma that has not been burned clean?

“……”

Lin Yi turned his head and glanced at the little black cat on his shoulder, which looked lazy, as if he had eaten it, and sighed in his heart, 'There is such a good thing', and reached out to scratch the little black cat's chin.

Gandalf looked at the scalp tingling next to him, and looked at the little black cat with a hint of shock and fear.

It's no wonder that he was jealous, but the flames just now were too terrifying, too evil!

The black fire that burns the soul is like an evil fire that spreads from the lowest levels of hell in Gandalf's senses, attached to the deepest malice in the world.

This black cat must be a dark creature!

And it is a dark creature with extremely strong strength and extremely pure blood!