While admiring this torch, Ling Yun's eyes sighed, he sighed life, sighed life, in fact, life is enjoyed at any time, it depends on whether we can seize the time of enjoyment. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

In fact, it is a pleasure to lean leisurely at this moment, it is a pleasure to look at the flame that emits yellow light, it is a pleasure to smoke a cigarette, and it is a pleasure to watch the smoke ring reverberate in the air.

The slightest bit of enjoyment echoes in the ears, and a little bit of taste lingers in the heart.

This is the enjoyment of life, and the enjoyment of life is actually that simple at some point.

This time, he could relax and finish that cigarette without any burden or baggage.

Taking a deep breath, Ling Yun finished the last puff of the cigarette, then he threw the cigarette butt towards the ground, and finally the cigarette slowly fell to the ground.

Looking at the cigarette butt on the ground, Ling Yun's right foot stepped on it, and the spark on the cigarette butt was extinguished.

The next moment, Ling Yun walked into the gate from the beginning, and his figure flashed and disappeared from the new one.

He still came to this area full of geistes, and when he appeared, those geists were still densely coming towards him, but the spear in his right hand was all completely dead under his spear.

Of course, the main thing for Ling Yun now is to kill these geists around him, even if he has improved his cultivation to the late stage of fusion, but these geisms have a certain effect on the increase of vitality in his body, no matter how small the grasshopper is, it is also meat, which is a very reasonable sentence.

Therefore, he began to kill the geyrs around to his heart's content, and because of the trouble of killing these geyers by himself, he directly summoned the skeleton, and he stood on the skeleton's shoulder, and the skeleton began to attack the surrounding geists.

Ling Yun was tired of standing on the shoulders of this skeleton, so he began to lie down, crossing Erlang's legs while lying down, and the whole person was as leisurely as he wanted.

When he crossed Erlang's legs, he also took out a box of cigarettes from the Qiankun bag, and then clamped the index finger and middle finger of his right hand to take out a cigarette, and he smoked the cigarette in his mouth.

After taking a deep breath of the cigarette, Ling Yun couldn't stop exhaling a puff of smoke rings, which reverberated in the air.

He admired the smoke rings that reverberated around him, in fact, in this place full of wandering spirits, plus a little cigarette smoke, such a realm is so good, how beautiful, how fascinating.

Killing, sometimes you can also enjoy it, this is Ling Yun's understanding of life, in fact, enjoyment does not have to be in a quiet place, in a place full of killing, full of blood, full of gloomy, full of evil.

Time passed, Ling Yun was in this wandering soul region, and he didn't know how long it had been, everything around him was slowly changing.

When he was constantly slashing the geist, Ling Yun could of course be able to detect the location of Mo Duan, in his sense, Mo Duan's current strength was still very weak, very weak, and he had to wait for this Mo Duan's strength to be strong before launching an attack on him.

Life is like this, time is like this, space is like this, when the white skeleton under his seat is constantly killing the surrounding spirits, time is unconsciously passing.

The skeleton under the seat was the one who killed a geist, Ling Yun's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but say, "Now that Mo Xuan's cultivation has reached the middle stage of fusion in my feeling, it's time to go out." ”

As he spoke, Ling Yun's leisurely figure quickly disappeared from the skeleton's shoulder, and the next moment, he came not far from Mo Xuan.

At this time, Mo Duan was wielding the long sword in his hand to continuously attack the surrounding geismans, and every time the long sword in his hand killed a geisma, the flames emitted from his long sword became stronger.

Originally, Mo Duan was very aggressive when he killed these wandering spirits, but the moment he saw Ling Yun, his eyes showed a strong killing intent, if he could, that killing intent could form a substance.

When he saw Ling Yun, he let out a loud shout, and then he jumped forward and waved the long sword in his hand towards Ling Yun.

But Ling Yun's figure was a flash, and his body flashed behind Mo Xuan, and the spear in his whole hand pierced into Mo Xuan's heart in an instant.

There was a strong unwillingness in Mo Duan's eyes, and he couldn't help but say: "Ah, you bastard, you turned over like this, I don't accept it, I don't accept it." ”

But even if he was not convinced, the moment his heart was pierced, Mo Xuan's entire body quickly dissipated, and then his whole person turned into a black mist, many parts of the black mist went towards Ling Yun's body, and a very small part rose into the air.

Of course, the part that submerged into Ling Yun's body turned into a pure energy that nourished Ling Yun's body.

The very small part that went towards the air formed the body of Mo Duan again when it changed, but at this time, Mo Duan became the appearance of a wandering soul again.

turned into a wandering ghost's ink break, and the long tongue of the whole person was still dragged down uncontrollably, and it was dragged for a long time, a long time.

Shout!

With a soft sound, the broken tongue quickly came towards Ling Yun's location, and his body flashed, and then quickly disappeared, and he returned to the position outside the gate again.

Standing outside the gate, Ling Yun still touched it from the Qiankun bag, took out a cigarette and smoked it leisurely, he liked to smoke leisurely.

Of course, after smoking, he still had to go in and continue to kill the geist and kill Na Moduan.

Time flies so fast in this moment, like flowing water.

............

I don't know how many times this has been in the Wandering Soul Territory, at this time, the spear in Ling Yun's hand pierced into Mo Xuan's heart, and then he pulled out the spear little by little, and when it was pulled out, Mo Xuan's figure showed signs of dissipation.

A lot of the black aura that dissipated quickly submerged into Ling Yun's body, but a very small part of it floated into the air.

Looking at the very small part of the black mist floating towards the air, Ling Yun couldn't help but shake his head, in his opinion, this very small part of the black mist couldn't be removed no matter what.

Even if he swung his spear again to attack the very little bit of mist, it would be useless.

Seeing that the black smoke was about to gather into an ink broken geist, Ling Yun could only shake his head weakly, in his opinion, if he could devour this ink severing geist with a trace of aura, then his cultivation would definitely have a great increase, and he might be able to reach the Great Perfection of Fusion immediately.

Just thinking so in his heart, Ling Yun didn't dare to think about anything.

But at this moment, the fog that was heading towards the air changed somewhat. (To be continued.) )