Ling Wuya's body, as if he had met a nemesis, instinctively trembled.

"How so?"

At this time, Qin Yan, in Ling Wuya's eyes, seemed to have become another person.

At this time, Qin Yan looked at his body, and there was a pity on his face.

"It's still too weak."

Then he raised his head and looked at Ling Wuya.

"Did you damage this body?"

Qin Yan's voice was full of vicissitudes.

Ling Wuya looked at Qin Yan's eyes and nodded involuntarily.

"Okay, yes, since you damaged him, then use your body to repair him!"

Ling Wuya was shocked, although Qin Yan's aura had not changed, and he was still a ninefold cultivation of the Tongmai Realm, but it made him feel a chill from the bottom of his heart.

Five cyclones appeared behind him, and countless black spikes appeared, flying towards Qin Yan with a terrible howl.

Qin Yan didn't make any movement, allowing those spikes to fly and pierce into his body.

There was no expected splattering of blood.

As if it had never appeared, the black thorn directly integrated into Qin Yan's body.

Qin Yan's fingers stretched out, and a wisp of gray air danced on his fingertips, like a gray elf, dancing.

"You try this."

With a flick of his fingertips, the elf flew towards Ling Wuya slowly.

A sneering look appeared on Ling Wuya's face.

"At this speed, do you still want to hit me?"

But in the next moment, the elf's wings flickered slightly, and it actually came directly in front of him, reaching out and slapping Ling Wuya's face hard.

The black runes on his face were directly scattered under the elf's blow, turning into flesh and blood again, and five small finger prints also appeared on his face.

Ling Wuya's face flushed, he had never been insulted like this.

Reaching out and pinching the elf, a black evil aura flowed out, trying to crush the elf.

However, the elf made a loud noise and dissipated directly.

Ling Wuya was stunned for a moment, but found that Qin Yan didn't know when he was already standing in front of him.

Another slap in the face.

A look of contempt appeared in Ling Wuya's eyes, and he melted into the void in an instant.

But in the next moment, with a snap, he was pulled out of the void directly by a slap.

"What, he was able to cross the Void?"

Ling Wuya's face finally changed at this time, and he couldn't see through Qin Yan at all now.

The face is still the same face, but it seems that there are some more inexplicable things in Qin Yan's body.

The bronze scroll appeared, and Ling Wuya poured his own blood into the huge dark words on the scroll.

The dark word instantly emitted a black light, and a black moon rose from the sky, and his body gradually disappeared into the black moon.

This is the same technique as Qin Yan's Shadow Moon Killing, but it is more evil and weird than Qin Yan's Shadow Moon Killing.

The corners of Qin Yan's mouth showed a hint of mockery.

"A fake is a fake, and you dare to get an axe in front of the real thing."

Qin Yan's fingertips, bronze fragments appeared, and with a wave of his hand, he directly turned the black moon in the sky into two halves.

The bronze shards emitted a blinding red light, and the black moon trembled, turning into countless black rays that merged into the bronze shards.

With the red mang, the real bronze scroll slowly appeared from Qin Yan's back, and the huge and blood-red word "kill" on it exuded a strange light.

With just a slight sweep of this light, the scroll behind Ling Wuya trembled violently, and then, it turned into countless fragments and disappeared.

Ling Wuya directly spurted out a mouthful of blood.

At this time, he finally felt the fear.

The black runes on his body appeared again, and the bone wings behind him reappeared, Qin Yan's situation was too weird, and now he just wanted to escape from here.

With a flap of bone wings, his person instantly appeared more than a dozen feet away, and with another fan, he had already crossed the forest that he had razed to the ground.

A sinister smile appeared at the corner of Ling Wuya's mouth.

"Qin Yan, the next time I meet you, it will be your death."

And at this moment, a voice sounded behind him.

"If you want to run, it's too late."

Ling Wuya's face changed, and then a sharp pain came, and his pair of bone wings had directly detached from his body.

Without the support of the bone wings, Ling Wuya fell heavily to the ground.

Qin Yan stepped on his face with a kick like Ling Wuya before.

"Great rebellion, your time of death has indeed come."

Qin Yan stepped on his head and squatted down, looking at Ling Wuya's eyes, the gray-red air currents on his fingertips slowly drifting.

Lightly touched Ling Wuya's forehead.

An indescribable pain came, and Ling Wuya felt as if his soul had been thrown into flames and burned, and that pain was a hundred times stronger than the pain of his body.

And with the injection of that trace of airflow, the essence blood in Ling Wuya's whole body began to drain rapidly, fused, purified, and finally condensed into a drop of gray liquid, which was disappeared by the gray-red airflow.

"Alas!" Qin Yan sighed heavily.

"Sure enough, it's coming, the power of the origin has begun to drain."

At this time, Ling Wuya had really turned into a skeleton, but among the white skull, his soul was still trembling violently.

Qin Yan stood up, first integrating the gray air flow into his body, and re-concealed it in the tenth vein.

Then he grabbed Ling Wuya's soul and used the bronze shard to draw a strange rune on the soul.

"Alchemy, Soul Formation."

As the rune slowly disappeared above the soul, Ling Wuya's body stopped trembling.

His skeleton-like body knelt in front of Qin Yan.

"See the master!"

Qin Yan smiled with satisfaction, he gently patted the dust on his body, and said to the air: "Old guy, everything has just begun. ”

After speaking, Qin Yan's body fell softly.

Ling Wuya was like a loyal guard at this time, standing by Qin Yan's side, not allowing anyone to approach.

And the ancient, it was in Qin Yan's body, his face was pale.

He knew that this was not what Qin Yan meant, but what that person said through Qin Yan's mouth.

"What is his purpose?"

Gu also didn't know what the other party's purpose was, and this time, the appearance of the so-called Holy Sect also greatly disrupted his plans.

"Could it be that it all started in advance?"

The ancient had been asleep for too long, and now he didn't know when that day would come.

And that catastrophe is now a sharp sword hanging over his head, and I don't know when it will be cut down with a sword, so that he will be wiped out, and there is no possibility of turning over.

Qin Yan lay quietly on the ground, but the ancient one fell into deep thought.