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"The story of Shen Ling and Wang Yicheng is finished, don't you believe that this is a real thing that happened between you and me?"

"I don't believe it! It's just a dream. Shen Ling pretended to smile lightly and said, but seeing the young man's depressed appearance, Shen Ling's heart hurt again, tears rolled in her eyes, and she forcibly went back.

Alas, Wang Yicheng sighed deeply, and found a jade slip and a box of pills in his pocket.

"Whether you believe it or not, I have to give it to you, this elixir can restore your memory, but you have to practice according to this set of exercises, and you can absorb the elixir with your exercises. ”

"Hmph! I don't believe it! The things in the dream are gone when you wake up. Although Shen Ling said this, he still took these two things, and asked, "If everything is as you said, I am going to die at tomorrow's sacrifice, and you love me so much, then will you come to save me regardless of life or death?"

"Of course it will!" Wang Yicheng said with a smile, but his tone was as firm as categorical.

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Waking up from the dream, Shen Ling slowly sat up, and suddenly felt something in the palm of his hand. Opening his palm, Shen Ling's expression became very frightened, and a pill and a jade slip really appeared in the palm of his hand.

"Should I take this pill?" Shen Ling was once again in a dilemma.

Early in the morning, an exception was made for sunlight to enter the house, this is the effect of the spell, this is for today's high sacrifice, several elders jointly cast a spell to create such a bright sunlight.

Several maids helped Shen Ling change his clothes, white and soft robes, colorful flower crowns, and most importantly, a golden necklace symbolizing loyalty to the Holy Lord, the pendant was a glittering red heart.

Shen Ling walked out of the corridor, and the maids on both sides of the corridor bowed and saluted. Walking out of the villa, there were many holy sons guarding outside, raising their fists and shouting loudly, cheering for Shen Ling, and the scene was very fanatical.

Continuing to walk forward, both sides of the road were crowded with people, and thousands of monks who merged and transformed into gods kept cheering and cheering. These people were all disciples of the Luo Tian Sect, and their worship of Shen Ling was sincere.

"Brainwashed fanatical fools!" Shen Ling's mind suddenly flashed the words that Wang Yicheng had said.

Passing through the sea of cheering crowds, we came to the altar, which was more than ten zhang high, and was engraved with many mysterious patterns, as well as the holy sons and saints who had been sacrificed before.

Under the altar, dozens of Mahayana elders, dressed in neat white robes, stood at the end of the road, looking at Shen Ling with a kind smile. When Shen Ling came, everyone took the initiative to bow to Shen Ling, which was a courtesy that only the younger generation had for the elders, which flattered Shen Ling.

"You are the protagonist of the day. Elder Luo Puhui stopped Shen Ling with a smile and didn't let him return the salute, "After the sacrifice, you will fly to the immortal realm and become a true immortal from now on!"

All this in front of him made Shen Ling feel a little real and hallucinating. After receiving the blessings of these Mahayana elders, Shen Ling slowly walked up to the altar alone. The patterns carved on the altar are more intricate, giving people a feeling of vertigo. Shen Ling didn't dare to look at it anymore, looked up into the distance, and saw this big 6 scene for the first time in the presence of daylight.

The distant mountains are desolate and majestic, the mountains are hovering like dragons, the land is endless, and the green forests are like green seas, spreading to the sky.

"Hundreds of millions of years ago, this place was originally part of the fairy world, in that case, why should I enter the fairy world?"

"The sacrifice begins!" came the calm voice of an elder from below the altar.

Dozens of elders cast spells on the altar at the same time, and countless tiny sparks spread upwards in all directions of the altar. When they reached the altar, all the sparks gathered together and turned into flames, spreading from all sides of the altar to the center.

Thousands of people knelt down at the bottom of the altar and chanted prayers for the blessings of the Holy Lord.

This ritual has lasted for tens of thousands of years in the Luo Tian Sect. Every three years, a vivid boy and girl turn into a wisp of green smoke on the altar, and everyone is used to such a scene.

Shen Ling's thoughts at this moment were very strange, she was very calm in her heart, she was not excited about the expectation of ascending to the immortal realm, nor was she afraid of the imminent death of her physical body.

"Will that person come?"

"It's not coming! It's just a dream, how can what the dreamer say be true. ”

However, since it was a dream, how could he give himself the elixir. ”

"He said he would come!"

All sorts of thoughts came to him, all around the man, and the flames were spreading from all sides to the center. At the last moment of leaving the world, Shen Ling was not thinking of the Holy Lord, not of the Mentor, not of those fanatical believers, but of a strange man.

"Alas, he will not come, everything is just a dream, a self-deception. Shen Ling's heart was sour.

The flames burned less than a foot below her feet, and the next moment, she would be engulfed in flames. Suddenly, the flames stopped spreading in front of her, and a space two feet in diameter seemed to have become a forbidden place for flames, and no matter how the flames raged, they could never enter this small circle.

All the elders below the altar felt abnormal, and looked up at the top of the altar together. I saw that in the center of the raging flames, in addition to Shen Ling, another man's figure appeared.

"The monster has appeared!" the elders' faces darkened.

Shen Ling's whole body trembled with excitement, "You...... It's coming!"

"Yes, I'm here!" Wang Yicheng slowly held Shen Ling's hand, looked at Shen Ling with gentle eyes, and thousands of words of emotion converged in this sentence.

"Boy, you are not afraid to appear here. ”

I saw dozens of monks flying in the air, and all the elders of the Luo Tian Sect floated into the air, blocking the water around a pair of lovers on the altar.

"Haha!" Wang Yicheng laughed into the air, "Today, I, Wang Yicheng, will settle the general account with your Luo Tianpai." ”

The laughter suddenly became high-pitched, like a storm roaring, surging around, this sound contained a very strong impact of divine thoughts, these Mahayana elders couldn't help but change their faces, it was too strong, this divine impact must have exceeded the strength of the Mahayana monks, and there should have been a tribulation cultivation.

These Mahayana monks retreated at the same time, and the thousands of low-level monks around the altar fainted with their eyes rolled and their heads tilted, and the intensity of the divine thought impact had already exceeded the limit of their defenses.

"Bold!" Luo Songling shouted angrily, stretched out his hand and pointed at the altar, and in an instant, the entire altar was surrounded by flames, and the flames burned for thousands of feet. The lines on the altar are actually sixth-level formations, and they are extremely powerful. If it was Wang Yicheng before evolution, I was afraid that he would be trapped on this altar.

At this time, Wang Yicheng was fearless, stopped his long howl, and stomped his feet downward, "Boom!" There was a loud bang, and the earth shook. The countless cracks on the altar were about to spread, and then there was another loud bang, and the altar was torn apart and shattered into a pile of rubble.

Wang Yi roared, grabbed Shen Ling's slender waist and flew straight into the air. Dozens of Mahayana elders pursued closely behind. In the forbidden land of the Luo Tian Sect, destroying the altar and kidnapping the Holy Maiden is something that the Luo Tian Sect has never had since ancient times.

In just an instant, Wang Yicheng flew over thousands of mountains and rivers. Suddenly, Wang Yicheng laughed loudly, "Let's fight these flying insects first, and then let's talk." ”

After speaking, Wang Yicheng released a black lizard with a pair of huge wings, which was Huanhuan.

Huanhuan let out a long roar and flew straight into the sky with Shen Ling. Wang Yicheng slowly landed on the top of a mountain peak, sneering on his face, looking at the Luo Tian Sect elder who was about to fly closer.

"Whoosh!whoosh!whoosh!" More than a dozen Mahayana elders instantly arrived in front of Wang Yicheng, and they floated around Wang Yicheng, looking at Wang Yicheng coldly.

"Boy, my grandson Luo Zilong was killed by you, right?" Luo Canghong asked angrily.

"Your grandson is looking for his own death, not only Luo Zilong was killed by me, but your Mahayana elder Luo Huayuan was also killed by me, hehe, there are no good people in your Luo Tian faction, everyone deserves to die. Wang Yicheng laughed after speaking, he was really arrogant.

Whoosh, several rays of light passed towards Wang Yicheng ****, at this time, there was only a fight of life and death, and it was useless to say more.

"Boom!" With a loud bang, the Wanzhang Mountain Peak where Wang Yicheng was standing was directly bombarded by the spell and collapsed, and the gravel and dust flew all over the sky.

A black shadow flew straight into the sky, it was Wang Yicheng, in the flight, Wang Yicheng had completed his transformation, and he was the king of nightmares after evolution. He is more than two feet tall, and he is pitch black, with huge black wings and a thick tail. The sharp fangs and snow-white sharp bone spurs all showed that this was a killing machine.

More than a dozen holy weapons spun in the air, making a piercing chirp, and pursued closely behind Wang Yicheng.

Suddenly, Wang Yicheng swooped down, and in the sound of "boom", one by one the holy weapons were blown away.

All the Mahayana monks had a look of horror on their faces, what kind of body was this, which could actually carry the attack of the holy weapon.

There was another loud bang, and a holy weapon flying sword was directly broken by Wang Yicheng's fist and broken into two. Luo Canghong retreated sharply in the air, and spit out a mouthful of blood, this holy weapon flying sword fused with his divine thoughts. The flying sword broke, and his divine thoughts were shaken.

"Evil obstacles, Hugh is rampant!" Luo Songling shouted, a whip-like weapon flew into the air, and the black whip circled, turning into a black dragon with a length of ten thousand zhang in the air, wrapping around Wang Yicheng's body.

Wang Yicheng grabbed Jiaolong's body and pulled it hard, the whip had a certain elasticity, although it was stretched, it was not broken. The black whip flashed violently, and a strong and dazzling electric current flowed through the whip. At the same time, it shrinks quickly. Xun wrapped around Wang Yicheng's hands and feet.

"Pseudo-immortal weapon!" Wang Yicheng sneered, no wonder this whip was so powerful, it turned out to be a pseudo-immortal weapon.

The rest of the Mahayana elders naturally wouldn't let go of this opportunity, and the spells that flashed with all kinds of light bombarded Wang Yicheng together. In an instant, the energy fluctuated violently, and Wang Yicheng's figure was almost covered by the light.

In the colored light cluster, Wang Yicheng's deep voice came, "Dream Wave of Dream Spell!"

This is a brand-new spell, a spell that has been automatically enlightened after the evolution of the Nightmare King, and these Mahayana elders have seen it for the first time.

I saw that in the bright spell light that attacked Wang Yicheng, a transparent sphere suddenly expanded, this sphere was a little like a water ball, shaking gently, and the magic was that there seemed to be a world in the water ball, and the earth, mountains, oceans, rivers, and living beings were all contained in it.

"Boom!" The transparent sphere shattered like a water balloon exploding, spreading outward like a tidal wave of energy.

This energy is somewhere between the divine and the substantial, both tangible and intangible, this is the power of nightmares.

Impacted by the power of nightmares, the entire sky and the earth shook, and the entire floating big 6 trembled. These Mahayana monks, dizzy, flew upside down in the air, as if they were swept away by the tide of the sea, and they involuntarily retreated. This was the first time Wang Yicheng had used a dream spell, and the level of this spell could no longer be measured by the standard of this world's spells.

"It's up to you, and you also want to avenge Luo Zilong, this bastard. Wang Yicheng had already appeared in front of Luo Canghong the next moment, and a punch was punched, and the long bone spurs on his fist pierced Luo Canghong's chest like a spear.

A shining shield appeared, but it shattered instantly, and then the illusion of an ancient armor appeared on the surface of Luo Canghong's body, which was still useless. Under Wang Yicheng's powerful attack, everything was like papier-mâché.

Flesh and blood splashed, and Luo Canghong screamed, and a big hole was knocked out of his chest. Wang Yicheng's arm twisted. Luo Canghong's body turned into minced meat along with the Yuan Shen.

These Mahayana monks looked at it with a chill, this was the most ferocious and brutal and powerful demon beast they had ever seen. There were already several Mahayana monks who were about to retreat, and this demon beast was not something they could deal with.

"None of them can escape!" Wang Yicheng's body flashed, booming, and the two Mahayana elders in a row were bombarded into pieces.

Suddenly, the illusion of a palm appeared out of thin air in the air, this palm was the same as a real person's palm, but it was magnified hundreds of times, there was a square circle, and it was burning with raging flames.

With a bang, his palm blocked one of Wang Yicheng's attacks, and Wang Yicheng's fist seemed to hit a soft wall, and it was directly bounced back. Tumbling in the void and retreating a thousand feet.

"Tianhuo Zhenjun, you have finally appeared!" Wang Yicheng shouted as he stepped back.

I saw an old man slowly emerging in the air, sitting cross-legged on a flame, it was the ancestor of the Luo Tian Sect, Tianhuo True Monarch.

"Haha! Come again!" Wang Yicheng stabilized his body in the air, not afraid of the appearance of the monk during the Tribulation Period, but swooped down again with two laughs.

"Boom~" There was a loud bang, and Wang Yicheng's strong body hit the palm of the flame like a meteorite. The flame palm burst into flames in an instant, and the raging flames were as high as 10,000 feet, bouncing Wang Yicheng away again.

"Come again!" Wang Yicheng was not discouraged, and directly attacked again, this time, he had changed.

A nightmare aura spread across his arm, "Nightmare Fluctuations of Dream Spells." ”

I saw that the front of his fist appeared like ripples like water waves, which was a combination of spells and physical attacks, fusing dream spells on top of fist attacks, but greatly increasing the power.

"Boom!" the sound was nothing short of earth-shattering. The nightmare ripples in the air and underground are shaking fast. When Wang Yicheng came into contact with the giant flame palm, the ripples vibrated so fast that fine cracks appeared in the space. (To be continued.) )8