"It seems that this kid Fei Lian has also fallen under Ling Yan's way, it turns out that I have always underestimated this person!" The legend thought secretly, with a turn of his fingers, a drop of substance like a raindrop suddenly jumped out of his finger, this drop of substance, exuding an incomparably smooth multicolored brilliance, and at the same time, the rich breath ejected from the substance made Ling Yan's face change drastically.

"Space Power!! Disperse! ”

Ling Yan drank heavily, however, it was too late.

A multicolored ripple mark centered on the raindrop-like substance, radiating in all directions, as if the raindrops were falling on the calm surface of the lake, and the ripples swept towards the dementors, Fei Lian, Ling Yan, and the evil shadows, and in an instant, the three of them immediately froze and froze, as if the world had paused.

"Doomsday Feather Cloak Tips: You have been swept by the Merciful Ring, seal all within 3 seconds!"

"Die, Ling Yan!" Legend has it that he smiled fiercely, and then, slapped Ling Yan's head with a palm.

This palm, I am afraid that the legend has condensed all the power of his life, and with such a palm, Ling Yan's head will inevitably be shattered, and Ling Yan, who has no consciousness, will be killed by the legend sooner or later.

Is it just like that??

Ling Yan's pupils widened, and as soon as his consciousness was scattered, the evil shadow would also be withdrawn, the legendary strength was not low, and there was also a magic weapon, and it would be difficult for the dementor general and Fei Lian to get benefits in his hands.

Urge the magic weapon, yes, urge the breath of the Yellow Spring, resist this blow!

Ling Yan hurriedly thought in his heart.

However, the meaning of sealing everything is that in these three seconds, Ling Yan is like a dead fish, being slaughtered by others, and he cannot make any resistance.

The package urges the breath of the Yellow Spring.

Ling Yan exerted his strength slightly, wanting to urge the immortal power, but at this moment, the immortal power seemed to be frozen by the ice cubes, and he couldn't urge it at all.

The breath of the Yellow Spring can't be activated, so what should I do??

I'm afraid I won't even be able to contact the sub-name.

Ling Yan watched in a daze as the legendary slap grew bigger and bigger, and in the next second, his head would turn into a large watermelon that fell from a height of 10 meters, shattering in the mixture of red and white.

"Little immortal, dare to touch him?? Look for death! ”

At this moment, a cold coquettish sound swept away from the shadow under Ling Yan's feet in front of him, and then, a tall, fair-skinned, pale yellow shirt, exuding an intoxicating fragrance fell in front of Ling Yan.

"Who??" Legend has it that the fierce light was revealed, and he screamed violently and slapped it with a palm.

Queen!

Ling Yan's pupils widened.

And at this time, the queen of the clan has already passed with a palm.

Boom!

The palms were handed over, and the legendary body shook wildly, and the palm he swung out was even more torn apart, as if it had been cut by countless blades, and the flesh and blood fell to the ground inch by inch.

And the body of the legend flew out upside down. The body was covered in blood, and it was extremely terrifying.

Immortal breath...

Ling Yan's face was sweating slightly, and this woman seemed to have resumed her Xuan Immortal cultivation again.

If so, I'm afraid that I won't be able to control her.

What's more, what she has in her hands is the law of space, and this kind of power is above many laws, and it is very difficult to deal with.

Boom!

The legendary body fell to the ground fiercely, shattering the ground in pieces, which shows how strong this force must be.

Unexpectedly, the queen of the clan appeared at this time, and her body was reshaped quickly enough.

Ling Yan secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, glad that he was blessed with a great life, but also lamented that the legend was unlucky, the queen of the clan had mastered the powerful law of space, and the mercy ring was to use the confinement space to achieve the purpose of imprisoning everyone. For the queen of the clan who is familiar with the laws of space, it is impossible for these laws to imprison her.

Three seconds had passed, and Ling Yan and the others had recovered, and at this time, the queen of the clan also turned around and faced Ling Yan.

"Are you alright?"

The sound is still crisp and ear-catching, like the tinkling of spring water, which is extremely good, not like the strange sound in the Imperial City of the Water Tribe.

When Ling Yan saw it, he suddenly felt a trance in front of him.

The woman in front of her always gives people a feeling of nothingness, bright eyes and bright teeth, bright peach blossoms, fair skin and snow, long hair black, like a waterfall hanging on the side of the fragrant shoulder, although not bun, but a small and delicate silver hairpin is obliquely inserted on the forehead, but it adds a bit of intellectual beauty to her jade-like face. She wore a plain blue gauze coat, her delicate little feet wrapped in white boots, and a fiery red bell hung around her waist, which jingled and seemed to match her voice.

"You.... You are.."

Ling Yan was a little stunned.

"I'm the queen of the clan! Of course, my natal name is ...."

"Ahh

Before the queen could finish speaking, the legend in the distance suddenly let out a strange roar.

Ling Yan was surprised, and hurriedly turned around to look, and his heart was suddenly shocked.

Legend has it that he picked up the tattered mask that had been placed on the soft armor of the god-killing god and took it straight to his face.

"How dare he kill the god's stuff casually!! Didn't he see the dry bones of the ground? The Dementor General gripped the magic sword, shocked by the crazy action of the legend.

Ling Yan's face sank, and his murderous aura was as cold as a knife, filling the entire hall, sometimes turning into a knife, sometimes turning into a sword, and sometimes turning into a sea and a mountain, pressing on everyone...

The queen of the clan turned a little pale, and took half a step back, she had just shaped her body, and everything had not recovered, although she had Xuan Xian cultivation, but in the face of the magic weapon of the ancient giant to kill the gods, she was also a little unbearable.

"You retreat! It's just recovered, and you can't easily urge the fairy power! Ling Yan held back and was about to move, wanting to step forward to kill the legendary clan, and said in a low voice.

The queen turned her face, and a strange look appeared on her delicate countenance, which was flushed and could almost be squeezed out of water.

Ling Yan nodded at her, and then raised his sword and rushed forward.

It's just that before he got close to the legend, Ling Yan retreated back violently...

The mood of the crowd was heavy again.

This time, Ling Yan finally understood why there were dry bones here.

I saw the legend of wearing the mask, as if he had gone crazy, wailing in pain and madness, he clutched his own head, the only remaining five fingers of his left hand were deeply sunk into his skin, the flesh and blood on his face began to squirm, the three souls and seven spirits began to leave the body, trembling, the flesh and blood of that body, like a rushing river, began to rush towards the mask, tendons, internal organs, soul, natal ....

The mask was like a big sucker, but in a moment, the whole person was sucked into a clean skeleton.

His soul could not escape the absorbing power of the terrifying mask, and the raindrop-like ring on his finger also fell gently, and finally, the mask of the god of killing also fell.

Bang

The God-Killing Mask slammed into the ground with a crisp sound...

Ling Yan and the others were silent, looking at the skeleton that fell next to the mask, and there was a thrill in their hearts......