Ye Luoli: The Master of Seven Emotions and Six Desires

"What?!" Faced with the sudden attack from Martial God Ling, Huo Liaoye's pupils shrank suddenly and he was a little unable to react.

"It's a taboo to lose focus during battle!" Martial God Ling's eyes flashed, and he summoned the Powu Painted Halberd without hesitation and stabbed Huo Liaoye in the heart.

"Martial soul, end!"

The coldness evaporated, and the spikes wrapped around the destructive power that symbolized destruction. The space was slightly distorted, reflecting its undoubted edge.

In the blink of an eye, Martial God Ling teleported in front of Huo Liaoye, and the halberd was getting closer and closer to Huo Liaoye's heart, only a few centimeters away.

"No!" Meng Yi was shocked and subconsciously chose to take action.

"Ye Luoli's magic is like a dream but not a dream, the dream shadow is dancing, the dream is in vain!"

Countless colorful bubbles floated and attacked Martial God Ling aggressively, trying to drag him directly into the eternal nightmare.

"What the hell?" Wu Shen Ling frowned slightly, turned his head impatiently, and smashed all of Meng Yi's weird bubbles with a casual blow.

However, although he successfully avoided the erosion of the dream, it also gave Huo Liaoye a chance to resist.

The raging fire rose up, Huo Liaoye clenched his fists, stared at the Martial God Ling, and said angrily: "Okay, you actually dare to attack me!"

"I'll let you steal as much as you can!"

"Ye Luoli's magic, a spark that starts a prairie fire!"

"Ye Luoli's magic, fire thorns, holy fire heart method, flame rose!"

The overwhelming momentum surged, a huge magic circle took shape, ferocious flame thorns zigzagged out of it, and the tips thrust towards the Martial God Ling Yi one by one, hoping to let him know the price of offending the Fire Lord.

"Feel the burning fire!"

"Oh, it's not bad. There were a few moments." Martial God Ling raised his eyebrows and said playfully: "It's a pity that you picked the wrong opponent!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Martial God Ling swung his Powu painted halberd violently, and the powerful impact exploded, directly shattering the thorns summoned by Huo Liaoye and turning them into dust.

at this time……

"I don't know if Huo Liaoye picked the wrong opponent. But you must have picked the wrong opponent." The thick purple mist spread, and Meng Yi teleported behind Martial God Ling, preparing to give him a hard blow.

"Ye Luoli's magic, the dream falls!"

"Fall into a dream!"

"No!" Martial God Ling gritted his teeth, knowing that he was careless, but he didn't know how to avoid it.

After all, Meng Yi had sealed off almost all possible escape directions and was determined to kill Martial God Ling. In this case, there is no other choice but to resist the blow head on.

Of course, there is no telling how much Martial God Ling is really afraid of Meng Yi and Huo Liaoye's spells.

With the power of destruction, he was not afraid of anything. He simply felt that if he really failed in front of so many people, even the Dharma King, then he might as well find a piece of tofu and kill him.

It's too embarrassing, it's better to die.

Thinking of this, Martial God Ling's face became solemn, his aura changed, his aura suddenly dropped, and his Powu painted halberd buzzed, responding to his master's warlike mood.

This change also attracted the attention of the motionless Dharma figures on the steps.

"Are you serious about it?" Quake crossed his hands in front of his chest and said dissatisfiedly: "I am really getting more and more active. I am forced to this point to deal with such a character."

"Are we going to take action?" The female Dharma minister located above and to the left of the earthquake said indifferently.

"Okay, who goes first?" Ai Zhen, who was bored, trembled and asked eagerly.

If she strikes first, she can bring Li Hui, who is watching the show, into the attack range and take care of her.

What? Li Hui has a very good relationship with Mutian Pavilion, so the ministers won't do anything to him?

But what does this have to do with Lingxi Pavilion Aizhen?

As for how to explain after the assassination was successful, Ai Zhen had already thought about it.

Don't ask. Asking is because you want to help others. Mistakes are normal.

pity……

"I'll do it."

Yin Chen, who had never spoken before, raised his head indifferently, and while breaking Ai Zhen's heart, he silently extended his hand to the people who were fighting.

"The floating dust is lightly disturbing, and the three thousand scenes are gone."

A pale stream of light overflowed, and countless dust trembled and danced, and with lightning speed, it penetrated into the bodies of Huo Liaoye and Meng Yi.

"What?!" The moment the dust invaded his body, Meng Yi was forced to let go of the rainy night fan and pinched his neck with both hands in discomfort.

"Okay, I feel so uncomfortable, I can't breathe..."

"Cough, cough, cough!" In response, Huo Liaoye was unable to speak at all.

"Tch, that's it?"

Seeing the two people in such embarrassment, Martial God Ling suddenly lost interest, put the Powu painted halberd on his shoulders, and silently walked back to his own steps.

The atmosphere fell into stagnation for a moment, and no one made any more gestures.

The twitching sounds of labored breathing and the sounds of violent coughing mixed together, becoming the only music that never stopped.

"Okay." The Dharma King tilted his head and said helplessly: "Yinchen, please stop, don't hurt our distinguished guest."

I don’t know why, but the two parties were obviously here to discuss cooperation, but the development was so unexpected that they actually ran in the direction of turning into a deadly feud, never to return.

However, it is the most foolish behavior to push someone who can obviously be a friend into the enemy's camp. Due to both emotion and reason, Dharma King could only choose to stop it.

"I just hope they can be more obedient." Yin Chen smiled slightly.

As the words fell, invisible ripples passed by in an instant, and the dust disappeared. Meng Yi and Huo Liaoye finally got out of the predicament. While breathing heavily, they opened their eyes with difficulty.

"You guys..." Huo Liaoye gritted his teeth and looked up suddenly, but when he saw Yin Chen's true appearance, he was slightly stunned.

At this time, Yin Chen lost the cover of his black robe and fine clothes, his mask fell off, and his mystery faded. The silver and white dress swept down and sat elegantly on the stairs, accompanied by the fresh and translucent harp, adding a bit of nobility and coolness.

"Tenth level, third level..." Meng Yi narrowed his eyes and looked at Yin Chen fearfully.

"This is Fairy Yinchen." Li Hui silently put on his glasses and introduced Huo Liaoye and Meng Yi thoughtfully.

"Okay, relax, we are not those heinous and cruel people." Yin Chen plucked the strings and spoke softly: "We just want to regain our freedom, but we are too eager."

"Hmph!" Huo Liaoye suppressed his inner anger and said coldly: "I thought they were a group of barbarians."

"They are all fairies with status." Li Hui raised the corners of his mouth slightly and turned his gaze to Martial God Ling.

"This is the tenth Dharma form of the tenth level..."

"I am the Martial God Ling!" Before Li Hui could finish speaking, the Martial God Ling lifted up his cloak, revealing his strong figure, and at the same time gave Huo Liaoye a fierce look.

"If I hadn't been sealed here, in terms of force, I would be the strongest!"

"This..." Huo Liaoye looked complicated.

"Hmm." Li Hui cleared his throat and naturally changed the subject: "In short, it is to provoke all disputes in war and force."

"As for this person, since he is willing to reveal his identity, I will also formally introduce him." Li Hui skillfully bowed to Yin Chen who was sitting upright, and said to Huo Liaoye and Meng Yi with a faint smile: "This person , which is the third phase of the tenth level."

"Chen Fairy, Yin Chen."