Chapter 494: The Shadow King (2)
Chapter 494: Yin Soul King II
Facing the self-proclaimed Yin Soul King, Ling Feiyang was still relaxed, and he still teased in his mouth: "Yo, it's not easy, I actually figured out who I am." ”
"Xiao'er An dares to bully me!"
An unreal figure gradually appeared from the darkness, and this was the true body of the Yin Spirit King.
But the Yin Soul is a Yin Soul after all, its form is like a fantasy like reality, and the powerful power allows him to condense the form, but his essence is still illusory, but it is only by relying on other forces that he condenses a body.
At this time, his appearance in front of Ling Feiyang was so illusory and unreal, it was really the previous consumption that had caused him a lot of impact.
But even so, he was still not afraid of Ling Feiyang.
No matter how weak he is, his strength is still in the Purple Mansion Realm, but Ling Feiyang is still just a True Yuan Realm cultivator in the final analysis, and there is a difference of two great realms, so there is no reason why he will lose to Ling Feiyang.
"Your Excellency is not comfortable here, after being suppressed here for so many years, I am afraid that there are not many ghosts left in the entire Ten Thousand Spirits Demon Suppression Array. Ling Feiyang said casually.
The ten thousand spirits that stood out from the many yin spirits naturally did not have the slightest combination of thousands of yin souls, which made his consciousness have reached a level that was not weak.
If you want to say that you are cunning and cunning, this spirit is not bad at all. Intoxicated chapter, saving billions of stalks
He has been staying in the Ten Thousand Souls Demon Array, and in the end, his result will be that it will eventually come to naught over time.
However, how can you get out of the Ten Thousand Spirits Demon Array?
Ling Feiyang in front of him was undoubtedly a good target for him, "Junior, what do you want to say, this seat doesn't have time to ink with you, if you don't want to die, you'd better be happy!"
"Oh, if I had a good time, wouldn't I have died?"
"It depends on how I'm in the mood.
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"It seems that Your Excellency has no sincerity at all. Ling Feiyang shook his head and said regretfully.
"Junior, do you want to die?!" Wan Ling said with a clear voice.
In his eyes, Ling Feiyang's strength was not worth mentioning, but after so many years, he had only ushered in such an outsider, how could he easily kill Ling Feiyang.
He could feel that Ling Feiyang's qi and blood were very strong, and devouring Ling Feiyang's flesh and blood essence might be able to restore some of his spirit, but it would only allow him to live for a few more decades, and if he said more, it would only be a hundred years.
However, if you can't break away from the Ten Thousand Souls Demon Array, you will inevitably die in the end.
The Yin Soul in the Ten Thousand Spirits Demon Array has been devoured, and without the replenishment of external forces, he will only become weaker and weaker, and what he wants at this time is to get out of the Ten Thousand Spirits Demon Array and go to the outside world!
"The Ten Thousand Souls Demon Array has a strong binding on Your Excellency, but it may not have any restraint on me, because I am flesh and blood. Ling Feiyang said eloquently.
The unclear body in the darkness was a little closer to Ling Feiyang, and Ling Feiyang could even see a pair of red eyes staring at him.
"But you know a lot about the Ten Thousand Spirits Demon Array, tell me, who are you?" asked Wan Ling Yin suspiciously.
The strength of the Purple Mansion Realm has brought a certain amount of pressure to Ling Feiyang, but Ling Feiyang still has a certain amount of confidence, he said: "I have nothing to do with the people who trapped you, now the owner of this cave mansion should have passed away a long time ago, this can only be regarded as a ruin, and I will try my luck in this treasure hunt." ”
He ...... Are you already dead?" the spirits in the darkness couldn't help but be stunned when they heard this, and murmured in a low voice.
After all, the lifespan of human beings is limited, and it is not even better than a yin soul, if it were not for the devouring between the yin souls, I am afraid that the ten thousand spirits in front of Ling Feiyang would have dissipated into heaven and earth.
After a long time, Wan Ling recovered, and he stared at Ling Feiyang viciously and said, "Junior, I'll make a deal with you." ”
"Tell me about the deal. Ling Fei raised his eyebrows, and then said with interest.
"Hmph, this seat doesn't take advantage of you, you find a way to take this seat out of here, and make an oath to be a subordinate of this seat, this seat will give you benefits, at least it is no problem to guide you to cultivate into the Purple Mansion Realm. Wan Ling said arrogantly.
As if it was such an honor for Ling Feiyang to be his subordinate, teaching Ling Feiyang from a True Yuan Realm monk to a Purple Mansion Realm monk.
With a span of two great realms, if it wasn't Ling Feiyang who was facing all souls right now, but an ordinary True Yuan Realm cultivator, he might not be able to wait to agree.
After all, the current situation is not something that a True Yuan Realm can control left and right.
If you agree to his request, you will not only survive, but also get unexpected benefits, if you don't agree, I'm afraid that death is just around the corner!
How can the True Yuan Realm Cultivation be able to confront the existence of the Purple Mansion Realm Cultivation?
Wan Ling looked like he was winning, he didn't believe that Ling Feiyang would refuse his request, the price he offered was not low, cultivating a guy from the True Yuan Realm to a cultivator of the Purple Mansion Realm, it was not just talking.
Wan Ling is still very confident in himself, I don't know how long time has passed, and the outside world has long since become of it, but Wan Ling can be regarded as having lived a handful of years.
Even if a monk who has cultivated to the Yuan Shen Realm has a lifespan of more than 3,000 years, but Wan Ling is definitely more than just 3,000 years alive!
Ling Feiyang hadn't spoken yet, but the old demon of the wind who was in Ling Feiyang's sea of knowledge was already overjoyed, "Hahaha, you're an arrogant kid again, just you still come to guide him in his cultivation? Isn't the Purple Mansion Realm amazing? Just a yin ghost, it's not ashamed!"
The Wind Old Demon didn't hide anything, and his voice echoed in the Ten Thousand Spirits Demon Suppression Array, but Wan Ling, who was originally in his hands to win, couldn't help but be stunned for a while, the Ten Thousand Spirits Demon Suppression Array suppressed him.
But now it's almost equivalent to where his nest is, and who here can hide his perception.
But now, in the Ten Thousand Spirits Demon Array, except for Ling Feiyang, he didn't feel the existence of anyone else.
But he had obviously heard the voice just now, and it really didn't come from Ling Feiyang's mouth.
"Who is hiding his head and tail in front of this seat?!" Wan Ling in the darkness suddenly screamed, and a coercion belonging to the Purple Mansion Realm level struck his face.
Although this Wan Ling is a little watery, he has to admit that he is indeed a Yin Soul of the Purple Mansion Realm.
The old demon of the wind continued to stimulate: "It is not easy for the little yin soul to survive until now, and you dare to say such nonsense?!"
"Who are you? There is a kind of battle with this seat!" "This spirit is not something to want to fight with, the Yin Soul King who is combined with thousands of Yin Souls, and this Wan Ling who can occupy the dominant position naturally does not need to say much, whether it is from its will or strength, it is extremely strong, the Wind Old Demon is at most a mouthful of advantage, if you really want to fight, hehe, with the half-crippled state of the Wind Old Devil, fighting with a Yin Soul King who is in a period of strength is not to say that it is a food delivery, then it may not be able to get any benefits. Let's read "Dragon Vein Heavenly Emperor" for free for the first time.