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But Xia Chen didn't need to hide, in the face of the smashed bear paw, in the face of the irresistible evil qi, he just pinched the red skull, and there were actually strange changes in his body, and he said a word silently in his heart.

"Shadow Phantom God!"

Xia Chen's body suddenly emitted a wisp of green smoke, this smoke was different from any smoke in the world, dusty and independent, as if it was not a worldly substance, not bound by the shackles of the world.

And the Ling family ancestor, whose eyes flashed red and seemed to have lost his mind, stared at Qingyan at this moment, as if his aura had changed, which was really paradoxical.

It's a long story, but it's really only a breath away. The green smoke turned a few points faster than the light mark that had been smashed, and without warning it became a translucent gelatinous object. At first glance, it seemed to be a person, but this person suddenly became extremely clear in the eyes of the Ling Family Ancestor.

A translucent humanoid shape, with crane hair and long beards, a thin and straight figure, and a careful look at his face seemed to be a little similar to the ancestor of the Ling family. The appearance of this human form brings a strong aura of sin, the texture of sin and disillusionment that belongs to the seven emotions and six desires of human beings.

The ancestor of the Ling family remained motionless in this breath, he seemed to have lost his soul, and the red glow in his eyes was replaced by gray.

What followed was that this person's attack on the demon spirit was out of control within this breath, and the time from the bear's paw was greatly weakened less than three meters away from Xia Chen, and he lost his direction, but a considerable part of it still went straight to Xia Chen.

"The earth curtain is a mound!"

Xia Chen decided to do his best to defend in the face of the crisis, and the earth technique of the five elements, the soil under his feet surged and formed a hemisphere to surround it, forming a small hillock.

Then the light seal smashed on the top of the hill, the bursting mound, the feeling of shattering, Xia Chen was knocked away again, covered in blood.

And among them, the gelatinous humanoid in front of the ancestor of the Ling family had a strange face with a complicated expression, containing kindness, hatred, and remorse.

The Ling family ancestor squirmed his lips in a trance, as if he had spit out a word, and what floated in the air was: Father.

Then, the gelatinous humanoid seemed to be unable to maintain it, and instantly shattered, turning into green smoke, and the green smoke, which could not be caught by the naked eye, also disappeared.

And so it was. ”

Xia Chen, who had just gotten up, wiped the corners of his mouth.

Xia Chen knew that he was holding the skull of the second-generation ancestor of the Ling family, who was also the old man's father, and he felt a sense of closeness when he saw the iron corpse for the first time.

He thought it was ridiculous, but as the battle progressed, he gradually understood the reason. He was even more horrified by this reason, because he found that the red-haired iron corpse was the same as him, and what existed on his body was the cursed breath of red haze!

Xia Chen also found that the red haze aura on the iron corpse's body was very different from his, and the other party's red haze seemed to have diverged to the extreme, and then there was only a trace left, which outsiders would definitely not be able to detect, such as Mu Lanyan.

The red haze planted by Xia Chen is not yet stretched and bloomed, and it looks very weak, but the two are two opposite phases of birth and ending.

And Xia Chen's horror was that he couldn't help but think of the origin of the red-haired iron corpse, the red-haired, the essence of losing human nature and madness, could it be because of the curse of the red haze?

Xia Chen didn't dare to be distracted at that time, and forcibly suppressed his suspicions, but he secretly felt that his conjecture might be right.

This was greatly convinced when he finally got the only remaining skull of the iron corpse, and the red skull gave him an extremely sinister shock.

Although the red haze is not there, the breath will not be wrong, especially if you look closely at the countless lines densely distributed on the skull, like some kind of mountain and river geographical lines.

But Xia Chen recognized a small piece of the pattern, which looked like a tender money grass, and it was a kind of rune of the Wu clan that he had seen in the Yang family that day. This is a symbol, and according to his previous memory, this word should be called: disgust.

As for the attack launched by the old man, Xia Chen could only use the Flowing Shadow Illusion Technique that he could barely use by greatly improving his strength in the past month: the Illusion God.

Not only was he sure that the red-haired iron corpse was the father of the ancestor of the Ling family, but he also thought that there must be a secret in it, so he used the skull to stimulate his spiritual sense, summoning the image of the red-haired iron corpse that he speculated before his death, so as to confuse his opponent.

It can be said that the mystery of the Shadow Illusion Magic Technique was personally felt by Xia Chen this time, and it was so real that it could be speculated, and the effect beyond his imagination was simply against the sky.

If it weren't for the fact that his strength was really limited, his illusion would not last, and his confusion would not be enough, otherwise he would have been able to win with this technique alone.

There was no time to think, the moment the Ling family ancestor was shattered, a trace of pain passed over his face, and then he went crazy, this time it was extremely crazy!

"Kill! Kill you!"

This person was almost furious, and his scarlet eyes regarded Xia Chen as the person he hated the most in his life.

In the next moment, the black storm was lifted up by the big bear, and there were sharp blades strung together by beams of light and shadow. The sharp blades continued to enlarge in the gallop, and one after another slashed towards Xia Chen, and the storm swirled by the black bear was like an Optimus Prime, knocking down one pillar after another.

Such pure brute force was magnificent, the surrounding stone walls cracked, and the ground swept by the storm was dented.

Xia Chen felt that the slashing knife had the nature of tending to fire, and the storm was the breath of the yin wind, and the ancestor of the Ling family only did not use the electric attribute inherited by the Ling family.

However, Xia Chen would never be able to take the all-out combined attack of the ninth order of the Xuanling Master, and the Flowing Shadow Phantom God just now also had an unexpected effect.

"Fuying!"

Xia Chen's divine thoughts roared, the three breaths had arrived, and he was also seriously injured. In any case, the current attack can only turn to this unpredictable mystery, otherwise only Dead Ears will await you.

"Azole"

This time, a substantial audible voice came out, and at the same time, a mysterious power gathered in all directions.

This power Xia Chen had felt before on the phantom beasts of the second layer.

This time, the power was even stronger, and the blue mangs overwhelmingly divided the attacks of Xia Chen and the Ling family ancestor.

No matter how strong the slashing knife was slashed down, the giant pillar of the black storm could not break through the encirclement of the blue mang.

The ancestor of the Ling family was furious, pinching the trick in his hand, and the demonic qi completely rose, and the whole person's body seemed to shrink in a circle, replaced by a crazy stimulation of the power of cultivation.

Xia Chen could feel through the light curtain that the demonic energy on the other party's demon spirit was almost condensed, and the richness far exceeded that of ordinary Xuan Ling masters, this was indeed a stage close to qualitative change.

However, even though the old man's strength was terrifying, the mysterious power was even more incredible.

"Huh!" again, the blue mangs converged and condensed, and Xia Chen felt the majestic demonic intent emanating from the blue mangs. Another sharp chirp came, and the cold air flow suddenly boiled, like the evaporation of water, and a large number of bubbles appeared in the air.

This demonic intent was swung out, directly overshadowing the old man's cultivation power, because the old man was still a Xuanling Master after all, and the demonic energy could only approach qualitative change without limit.

However, the reason why Xia Chen's power feels unfathomable is because it has deteriorated, this is not the power of the Xuan Ling Master, but the level that can only be achieved by the Earth Spirit Master, the demon qi is solid, and the blue mang is the essence of the demon qi!

Then, the bubbles in the air gathered more and more, and the blue light blessed it, forming a huge bubble of light, completely enveloping the old man, making it impossible to break through for the time being.

And the surface of the light cannon is covered with a seemingly illusory bird and beast, a proud and invincible peacock.

But this peacock is obviously very clear, it is completely different from the phantom beasts that Xia Chen saw before, this is the most essential transformation of the Xuan Ling Master after breaking through to the Earth Spirit Master, the demon qi turns into a soul! This peacock is the projection of the demon soul, and it can naturally trap any Xuan Ling Master.

"Outsiders, don't come in yet, my power can't last. ”

At this time, the words in Xia Chen's ears floated in, mixed with exhaustion and weakness, and it seemed that the other party had made great efforts to trap the old man.

Xia Chen took a deep look at the transfiguration demon soul, he spread out his speed, went straight to the painting wall on the side, and before rushing in, he didn't forget to wave his hand to withdraw the silver short sword and put it back in the storage ring.

"Fuying, how dare you stop the old man?"

The old man slowly came back to his senses in the light curtain, and the scarlet in his eyes receded.

"This generation of the Ling family is in charge, don't forget our agreement at the beginning. Anyone who can enter here, I have the right to carry out my plan, Ling Zhen, do you want to break the contract?"

"But this son is really hateful, very strange, and a great trouble for me. ”

Ling Zhen seemed to remember something after hearing the other party's words, and his tone became much calmer.

"That's not on my mind. This son has come to this point, and this is my chance. ”

"Hmph, Fuying, if you forcibly break the seal now, you can certainly hinder me, and you can temporarily bless me with the strength of the Earth Spirit Master, but this is also accelerating your destruction. As for chance, the old man is worried that you won't see the result. ”

"Then it's not for you to worry, today, that place is going to be opened, whether everything is reborn or completely destroyed, I can only plan to see the sky, you have to intervene again!"

Ling Zhen sneered and said no more.

Xia Chen didn't hear the conversation between the two, as soon as he entered the painting wall, he recited the mantra of helping Ying to confess. He felt an aura far beyond that of the Xuan Ling Master wrapping him, and he was directly crushed.

The crushing force was too strong, reaching his heart, and a life-and-death crisis appeared. But Xia Chen didn't think that Fu Ying would crush him here after a lot of effort.

However, although death did not come, the crushing breath passed through Xia Chen's whole body, and he found that the pores on his body were unconsciously expanding.

Until a drop of blood in the heart is crushed out, a series of blood flows out of the pores of the body, and the blood forms a pentagonal prism in the air according to the law, and then absorbed by the vortex of the painted wall.

This was something Xia Chen didn't expect, and he completely disappeared into the painting wall with an unpredictable look of hindsight.

(I'm more tired after running today than I was yesterday, it seems that something is wrong...... Ha, ask for recommendations, collections. ）

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