The Genius of Formation and Immortal Cultivation

Chapter 1434 The Spirit of the Mist (2)
What made Fang Yunlong most uncomfortable and strange was the weird power brought to him by Wuling, which made his consciousness feel burning pain.At this time, Fang Yunlong's spiritual consciousness is already equivalent to the spiritual realm of a monk in the concentration period. To put it bluntly, he is the No. 1 spiritual consciousness in the cultivation world today. Absolutely no one can match his spiritual consciousness. Always one step ahead in the competition, the greatest reliance for always winning.

However, this mysterious fog spirit made Fang Yunlong feel powerless for the first time after he advanced to the level of a great monk, as if he was not facing a monk in the distraction period, but a monk in the concentration period or even a higher level generally.Although in the fight, the strength Wu Ling displayed was almost the same as him, but it was obvious that Wu Ling's power of consciousness was by no means inferior to him!Not only that, but the power of Wuling's consciousness is very strange, it is so strange that it can burn the consciousness.

After entering the state of distraction, the cultivator's consciousness has a certain ability to attack and defend, just like Fang Yunlong's consciousness has a powerful attack with consciousness.However, the attack of the consciousness is like stabbing the gods, attacking the opponent's consciousness, but the attack of Wuling's consciousness is very different, what he uses is like roasting with fire. , This has never appeared in the world of comprehension!

Caught off guard, Fang Yunlong was almost injured by Wu Ling's spiritual attack, and couldn't help being slightly taken aback.Fang Yunlong has always used his powerful spiritual sense to attack others. Unexpectedly, the mysterious master Wu Ling he met today almost injured him with his divine sense. Looked at the heroes of the world.

Under this kind of thinking, Fang Yunlong secretly prevented Miao Ruiyu from taking the opportunity to attack Fran.The mysterious fog spirit, who knows if there are other secret techniques, Fang Yunlong doesn't want his wife to take risks.Of course, Fang Yunlong was still a little worried about Fran. If this old boy jumped the wall in a hurry and wanted to drag his wife to be buried with him, the gain would not be worth the loss.

After Fran left the Moon Array Hall, Fang Yunlong devoted himself to the fight against the mysterious fog spirit.The two used Fang Yunlong's imitation Lingbao Burning Sword as a battlefield, and they continued to do pollution and anti-pollution work.In terms of battle situation, it is very powerful against Wu Ling, but in terms of feelings, Fang Yunlong is ahead.The Fentian Sword is not only Fang Yunlong's imitation spirit treasure, but also an imitation spirit treasure refined by Fang Yunlong himself, and has been refined by Fang Yunlong many times through the magic weapon psychic technique. The connection between the two is so deep that Nature is no small matter.

When Wu Ling dyed the flames on Fen Tianjian's body black again, Fang Yunlong suddenly smiled slightly, with a strange look in his eyes, as if expressing to Wu Ling that he didn't want to play anymore!I saw Fang Yunlong opened his mouth and sprayed, a beautiful flame roared out, transformed into a tricolor bird, appeared near the Fentian Sword in a flash, and landed on the sword gently.

As soon as the three-color bird appeared, Wu Ling exclaimed, "Nine Nether Ghost Flames?!" Immediately afterwards, the entire Fen Tian Sword shook violently.Fang Yunlong, who was trying his best to resist Wu Ling with his supernatural powers, suddenly felt a powerful pulling force, which shocked him, and Wu Ling almost took control of the Burning Heaven Sword by Wu Ling.

Wu Ling pulled with all his strength, but failed to seize control of Fentian Sword, so his body flickered, turning into a cloud of black mist, and rushed out of Fentian Sword.It's a pity that the speed and power of Nine Nether Candle Thunder Flame were so fast that Wu Ling couldn't react at all.When a wisp of black mist appeared on the sword and rushed out, the lightning flame of Jiuyou Zhu had already landed on the Fentian sword.

As soon as the Nine Nether Candle thunder flame fell, it quickly surrounded Fen Tianjian, as if a scabbard of three-color flames had been made for Fen Tianjian.Seeing that he couldn't dodge in time, the wisp of black mist that had just emerged from the sword body immediately penetrated in again, only the copper coin-sized lighting guide attached to the sword body flickered, and then merged into the sword body, only on the sword body A circular trace was left.

The Nine Nether Candle Thunder Flame is indeed a flame so powerful that it can defy the sky. With this attack, Wu Ling, whose strength is not inferior to Fang Yunlong's, shrank back obediently.Not only was the flame dyed black on Fentianjian's body restored to its original state, but the psoriasis-like black spots on the sword's body were also swept away, as if at this instant, the fog spirit that had penetrated into Fentianjian's body had disappeared The general disappear without a trace.

Fang Yunlong couldn't help but smile slightly as he couldn't feel the trace of Wuling in Fentianjian's body, and never competed with him for the control of Fentianjian.Although Fang Yunlong can't feel the existence of Wuling at the moment, under the control of the powerful Nine Nether Candle Thunder Flame, Wuling must be hiding in a corner of the Fentian Sword, waiting for an excellent opportunity before fighting for it Fen Tianjian's control, or escape from the sword.

The Nine Nether Candle and Thunder Flame can make the Wu Ling be honest and not dare to make any changes, but Fang Yunlong can't let the Nine Nether Candle and Thunder Flame wrap the Burning Heaven Sword all the time, after all, these are his two major trump cards. Once it cannot be called, it will be troublesome.

With a flick of his wrist, Fang Yunlong commanded Fen Tianjian and Jiuyou Zhu Leiyan to fly in front of him.Seeing the faint circles on the sword being marked by the lighting, Fang Yunlong smiled slightly. Wu Ling entered into the Fentian Sword and wanted to take the opportunity to seize the Fentian Sword, but he didn't know that the Fentian Sword he refined was similar to that of ordinary monks. The refined magic treasures and ancient treasures are completely different, and there are other supernatural powers inside.

I saw Fang Yunlong's magic formula changed, and the magic fire baby appeared above his head.The little Nascent Soul gave Fen Tianjian a cold look, opened its mouth and spewed out a stream of infant fire as thick as a thumb, which landed on Fen Tianjian.

Fang Yunlong, who is out of the Nascent Soul, his physical body can still function normally. I can see that the spells in his hands are constantly hitting the Fentian Sword. Cooperating with the Mohuoying's baby fire, it seems that he is going to re-sacrifice the Fentian Sword .

With the change of the formula in Fang Yunlong's hand, the blade of the Fentian Sword gradually turned red, as if there was a ball of flame inside the blade, which was continuously roasting.When refining the Fentian Sword that day, Fang Yunlong refined a wisp of the Nine Nether Candle Thunder Flame into it, which has been hidden in the body of the sword for a long time, and it is easy not to make a move. This time, it is finally the turn of the sword The Nine Nether Candle Thunder Flame in his body came out.

When the blade of the sword was burnt redder and redder by the thunder flames of the Nine Nether Candles inside the blade, almost covering the entire blade, Fang Yunlong finally found the trace of Wu Ling.It turned out that Wuling was hiding in the circle drawn by the lighting mirror on Fentianjian.

If you found the target, it would be easy to handle. The Nine Nether Candle Thunder Flame in the sword body took the lead and quickly surrounded the fog spirit, and then the Nine Nether Candle Thunder Flame outside the Fentian Sword, which was like a scabbard, screamed and turned into A beautiful tricolor bird stands on the circle transformed by the lighting, flying and circling non-stop.

After all the calculations, Wu Ling never thought that Fang Yunlong had such a hand, that he forged the powerful Nine Nether Candle Thunder Flame into the body of the Fentian Sword!Under the persecution of the powerful flames all around, Wu Ling couldn't stop it even with the illumination mirror and the magical black mist, and couldn't help screaming.

At this moment, the baby fire of the demon fire infant who had been refining on Fen Tianjian's body seemed to have heard the call of the Nine Nether Candle Thunder Flame, and it also appeared on the circle formed by the lighting appraisal, and began to refine it .

No matter how strong Wu Ling was, he couldn't bear such a powerful flame attack.When Fang Yunlong gave a soft drink, Jiuyou Zhu Leiyan began to narrow the attack range, and when the baby fire became more vigorous, Wuling couldn't hold it anymore.Burned by the lightning flame of the Nine Nether Candles, there is only one way - dead end.As for the infant fire, after the Jiuyou Zhuleiyan burned him to ashes, he re-sacrificed the Fentian Sword so that it could absorb the power left by Wuling on the sword and become stronger. The connection between the mind and the mind is even closer.

Seeing that he was about to be burned to ashes by the Nine Nether Candle Thunder Flame, Wu Ling seemed to have made a difficult decision.I saw his small body in the body of Fen Tianjian swaying, as if taking off a piece of black clothes, and the black mist covering his body faded away.As soon as the cloud of black mist left Wu Ling's body, it immediately turned into a little black ink and landed on Wu Ling's forehead.

After the black mist disappeared, the mysterious Wuling finally revealed the true face of Lushan Mountain. Fang Yunlong, who was connected with the Nine Nether Candle Leiyan in the sword body, finally saw Wuling's appearance and couldn't help being stunned.

Wu Ling, when he screamed "Spatial Flash", everyone who heard him thought that he was a beautiful woman with a noble temperament, but was blocked by a cloud of black mist, and everyone could not know the truth That's all.This time the black mist disappeared, but the guess in Fang Yunlong's heart became the truth. Wu Ling was indeed a first-class fairy woman.

Among Fang Yunlong's several wives and beauties, Luan Feng'er is the charming and charming beauty, Ruoqin is the charming beauty, Yimeng is the gentle and glamorous beauty, Lu Xiaolu is the unruly and cute beauty, Miao Ruiyu is the smart and wise beauty, Xu Ruyun is the The beauty of empathy, Ouyang Yufei is the beauty of deep affection, Yu Qingqing is the beauty of persistence and calmness, and the beauty of Wu Ling in front of her is a kind of illusory beauty that shocks people's hearts.

The exquisite facial features, as if they had been carefully arranged in advance, formed a charming pattern on that pretty face that was as crystal as jade.Thin eyebrows, like two beautiful rainbows, hang above a pair of bright and benevolent eyes, and the long eyelashes flicker gently up and down, looking particularly naughty and cute; the jade-like nose bulges a beautiful line, Viewed from the side, it looks even more charming; the red cherry mouth and round and crystal ears all reveal a unique beauty.

Wu Ling's figure is not as outstanding as that of Luan Feng'er and Ruoqin, but it should be convex and concave, exquisite and beautiful, and the scenery is charming, coupled with a fresh breath exuding from the whole body, it is even more beautiful. Three points of beauty.

In the blade of Fen Tianjian, Wu Ling was only less than half an inch tall, but Fang Yunlong looked at it, but felt that Wu Ling was really tall, several inches taller than him.That pair of long legs, if you add one point, you will get fatter, and if you lose one point, you will get thinner. They are so charming that people can't help but want to hold them in their arms and appreciate them.

What a beautiful woman!When Fang Yunlong sighed secretly in his heart, he also felt a little strange.Because he found that although Wu Ling had faded the black mist, she still exuded an ethereal and hazy feeling.This kind of feeling is very weird. At a glance, I can clearly see a beautiful woman standing in front of me, but I always feel that she is illusory, as if she does not exist at all. generally.

Probably feeling Fang Yunlong's unscrupulous admiration, Wu Ling frowned slightly, and a trace of anger rose on her pretty face.It's just that time waits for no one, and Wu Ling has no time to get angry with Fang Yunlong, because the Nine Nether Candle Demon Flame has broken through the layers of shields around her body, and is about to pounce on her.

Hearing Wu Ling's coquettish scolding, she stretched out her jade hand, and then opened her mouth to spray, and a ball of blood appeared in front of her.Wu Ling's voice is very pleasant, crisp and fresh, like an oriole chirping, and it is particularly refreshing to the ears. When hearing such a voice, no matter how much anger, resentment, or grievance there is, he will be calm and reveal Smile.Although it was just a scream, it was like opening a wooden box filled with the fresh air of nature, and a fresh smell permeated the entire space.

Looking at the blood in front of him, Wu Ling sighed quietly, but his wrist flickered rapidly, but dipped his fingers in the blood, and wrote several strange and weird words in the air.After writing, Wu Ling's crisp and charming voice sounded again in the unique space in the sword body.

"The spirit of the mist, open my heart, serve the sword with my body, and turn it into its spirit!"

(End of this chapter)