Chapter 1863

Mo Lingling's eyes were cold. At the critical moment of entering the channel, she showed a strange smile. Her hand was a move of the anger of the real Phoenix, which was more terrible than the fire of the real Phoenix. It was used to deal with the strong at the same level. Now, although her power is greatly reduced, it makes Yang Ping feel threatened.

Yang Ping was really angry. He watched Liu Qingyue die, but there was nothing he could do. He stared at Zhen Huang and said in a cold voice, "you've been cheating me?"

Zhenhuang said coldly, "you're too naive. It's a miracle that you can live until now."

The anger of Zhenhuang is the fist condensed by the fire of the life rule. It is like an angry fist falling from the sky. It seems that Zhenhuang world is angered, condenses all the anger and turns into a fist attack.

Yang Ping took a deep breath, his eyes changed and burst into golden light.

God pupil opens the sky!

Yang Ping exerts his own life pupil and the power of opening the sky, which is superior to the king of heaven. The angry flame dissipates in front of the power of opening the sky, and his fist gradually shrinks. Yang Ping directly purifies the anger of the world with his own power.

When the attack stopped, Zhenhuang stood with her hands down. She was still a 19-year-old girl, but that kind of domineering and pride was released, with the demeanor of a king.

She stared at Yang Ping and said, "are you powerful? Powerful. If you grow up, you can compete with the king of heaven without reaching the king of heaven. You are worthy of being a descendant of wujialing. It's a pity that you meet me. As long as you get your body, I will be perfectly resurrected."

Yang Ping squints.

The other party's purpose is to get his body. I didn't expect it.

Zhenhuang said with a faint smile, "you can look around."

Yang Ping looked around and was shocked. He was no longer surrounded by the real Phoenix world, but an extremely narrow flame space. The square was just the size of a basketball court, but it contained a breath of shocking destruction. When the other party moved the battlefield here, he didn't notice.

He is worthy of being the king of heaven. He is much more powerful than a strong person who can't be the king of heaven. His strength and wisdom are far superior@^^$

"Do you think you can trap me?"

Yang Ping felt that although the confinement of space was very strong, it was not a Jedi, sneered.

"I didn't say I wanted to imprison you."

With a smile, Zhenhuang smiled sarcastically and sighed, "I'm just going to destroy and destroy your soul. Can't you see that this array I specialize in dealing with strong people at the same level is actually fatal damage to the soul."

Yang Ping turns pale.! $*!

When Zhenhuang's voice fell, the space immediately changed. Before, it was still calm and became hot in an instant. Red lights appeared in the space. These lights could not be avoided. When they fell on the body, the soul felt tingling.

Each beam of light, after entering the spiritual world, will become a sharp knife to cut the soul, which can not be prevented, because this is the fire of the soul, a higher-level flame derived from the flame of Zhenhuang's life rules.

Soul fire!

Yang Ping finally understood where Zhenhuang's self-confidence was. She had a flame that hurt her soul. It was invisible and impossible to prevent. It was an extremely terrible attack. Zhenhuang had already prepared a trap and let him jump in.

Looking at Yang Ping's face changing, Zhenhuang estimated that she was burning her soul and sighed: "I've been designing you from the beginning. You think you fell on Dayao Mountain for no reason, and then experience in the cloud world. When the time comes, you will enter my world together?"

Yang Ping stared at Zhenhuang and thought about it, which made her hair stand on end.

If everything is designed by Zhenhuang, he will fall off the trap from the beginning. Zhenhuang is worthy of being the famous King of divine beasts. She is thoughtful and makes every step.

"I made you stronger and tempered your body. I didn't expect you to be stronger. I really want to see where your limit is. If there is still time, I may continue to let you grow until you become a top strong person. If I swallow you again, it perfectly fits my brand."

"Unfortunately, there is not much time, and the stronger you are, the harder it is to control. I choose to devour you at this time, which is the most perfect time. Do you feel that things are too tense and smooth, and no other heavenly king has entered my world to find you?"

"That's because I blocked the secret of heaven. No one can find you unless their strength is above me, but how can those people pay attention to me, a dead heavenly king?"

The more she said, the happier she was. She stared at Yang Ping as if she saw herself. If the brand is combined with Yang Ping's body, it means that she has the blood of Wu Jialing and the most powerful flesh body in the whole universe. Once reborn, he can go further and reach the boundary of immortal ancestors and others.

At that time, no one could deal with himself.

Zhenhuang's eyes twinkled and looked at Yang Ping falling into the mire of pain, revealing a cold smile.

"Come on, your soul disappears and your body belongs to me. I will make good use of your body and make you famous. You are no longer you, but my driving shell and my human pillar."

Flame space.

Yang Ping's spiritual world was violently impacted. He cut his soul with a flame knife. If his soul did not surpass his peers and even reach the same level as the king of heaven, I'm afraid his soul would be annihilated with just a few knives. Now he is struggling to support and reassess the strength of Zhenhuang.

Before his death, he must have been a great heavenly king. How powerful is the immortal ancestor who killed Zhenhuang?

Yang Ping began to think that after entering the cloud world, he would face not those peers, but terrible Heavenly King realm masters. He might even face the immortal ancestor, the first person in the cloud world and the strongest in history.

If you can't solve the trouble caused by Zhenhuang, how can you go to the cloud to save the Pearl?

Yang Ping's eyes became brighter and brighter as his soul slowly weakened.

The wujialing mark in the center of the eyebrow exudes a faint warmth. The mysterious force drives around the body and unexpectedly begins to resist the burning of the flame. Yang Ping is surprised that the longevity at Dantian is disturbed and continues to devour the flame.

"You can live five minutes."

Zhenhuang watched quietly, not worried about being disturbed, because no one can come in his world.

Yang Ping did not answer and remained silent.

In Zhenhuang's opinion, Yang Ping accepts her life and is ready to give up.

That's right. It's used to deal with the soul fire of the heavenly king. It's enough to burn Yang Ping. He can't have a chance to live.

"Three minutes."

"Two minutes."

"One minute."

Zhenhuang silently counted the time and stared at Yang Ping in the fire. Her breath was weak, seemingly nonexistent, and she was secretly happy. Is this the body where the soul is extinguished? Staring at Yang Ping's body, I seem to feel the terrible power of rules. The body alone has a strong cohesion of rules. This is the dream body.

Zhenhuang's body is estimated to be inferior to Yang Ping.

it is beyond logic and above reason.

The stronger Yang Ping's body is, the happier Zhenhuang is.

Finally.

When the time came, Zhenhuang's eyes were glowing and ready to receive Yang Ping's body.

Pooh!

A sword, a crystal clear sword, pierced out of the void. Zhenhuang couldn't even notice it. In the middle of her chest, Zhenhuang lowered her head, looked at the long sword, frowned and said, "you're wasting time. I'm immortal."

"Really?"

A beautiful shadow slowly gathered and revealed Wu Lin's face. She winked and smiled, "it depends on what sword it is."