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He walked towards her step by step.

Thunder and lightning crackled between his fingers, like a poisonous snake spitting letters.

She knew that she was invincible, but she still instinctively raised her hand, and a small cluster of flames fluttered between her fingers, like fragile petals, and like weak feathers.

Phoenix Spiritual Fire.

Long Tingjun only snorted heavily.

The phoenix spiritual fire is very terrifying, yes, if Ye Ying is at the same level as him today, he will not dare to frustrate his edge. However, the current Ye Ying was just an insignificant first-level warrior who had just awakened, and how could there be a world of difference between him and the great battle that was almost at the top of the spiritual cultivators?

With just a finger of his fingers, he could effortlessly crush her.

He exuded a terrifying coercion around him—the Terran spiritual cultivators were similar to the demonic beasts, and they could also use the gap in their cultivation level to crush the weak, making the weak unable to move out of fear.

Long Tingjun had already thought about it, since this girl had taken the demon pet into the war pet space, he forced her to hand it over.

But after the mortal race signs a contract with the war pet, it will naturally have a portable space that can accommodate the war pet, and Long Tingjun does not know that Ye Ying and Xiao Hei are in a strange situation, and the master and servant have no war pet space, only a mysterious and powerful and unfathomable star vortex space hidden in Ye Ying's palm.

His footsteps stopped in front of Ye Ying.

The palm wrapped around the thunderbolt grabbed the little girl's collar.

Ye Ying's eyes became ruthless, and suddenly, he blasted the phoenix spiritual fire between his fingers towards him!

"Hmph. Long Tingjun snorted lightly again, not taking it seriously, but in an instant, he was shocked, and reflexively stepped back-

I saw that the weak spiritual fire that Ye Ying blasted out turned into a raging fire almost immediately!

Flames burned everywhere in all directions, as if you were in a sea of fire!

This...... How can it be!

Long Tingjun's eyes changed, and before he had time to think about it, he aimed at the flame closest to him and blasted out a ball of thunder and lightning. He wants to use the power of thunder to suppress the phoenix spiritual fire, and then he can break through the sea of fire!

However, to his surprise, the violent ball of thunder and lightning slammed into the equally violent flames, but it did not provoke the expected violent explosion of spiritual power. I watched the ball of lightning pass through the flames as if it were nothing, until it hit the wall in the distance, and then exploded with a bang—

"Illusion!" Rao is as calm as a dragon, and he couldn't help but exclaim!

Illusion is the most difficult spell to cultivate in the entire continent, and illusionists are rarer than healers!

This kind of spell is very weak in the early stage, and it can only conjure up some small tricks, but in the later stage, the power is amazing, and the horror is beyond imagination! I think that Mu Qianxing back then, just one person could pass through the fierce warring Warcraft battlefield, and with just one look and one gesture, he could ...... everything on both sides of the war Slaughtered!

A super illusionist can not only top an army.

That's something that can destroy the world.

He finally understood why Ye Ying was able to create a large sea of fire with the body of a small first-level warrior - she couldn't do it with the newborn phoenix spiritual fire alone, but with illusion, nothing was impossible!

"Illusion ......" Long Tingjun no longer uses the power of thunder and lightning, but pulls out the sword at his waist and slashes at the sea of fire.

The sea of fire looked like a real flame, but it was actually extremely fragile, and if it touched the blade of the sword, it would dissipate like a piece of paper.

But Long Tingjun looked gloomy, as if he remembered some unpleasant past, and the five fingers holding the sword were protruding, restraining great emotions.