bookbashuk 616. Formation Slaying of Ling Zhuo
616. Formation Slaying of Ling Zhuo
Lingzhuo's blood claws and Qinglin's ice claws clashed fiercely, resulting in a flurry of ice shards and the complete disappearance of the blood claws.
There was a one-star difference between Ling Zhuo and Qing Lin, but the Blood-Devouring Soul-Burialing Pill constantly stimulated his body to release battle qi to support Ling Zhuo, and he felt no fear at all.
"So what if I'm a peak Dou Zun? I'll kill them all tonight without hesitation!"
The raging wind and dragon flames spiraled upwards, while at the same time, a herb was once again squeezed clean in Ling Zhuo's palm.
Furying Dragon Flame, fueled by Ling Zhuo's limitless battle aura, unleashed a massive sandstorm that swept across an area, its target Qing Lin. The scorching flames and raging sandstorm combined to form a ferocious, dragon-shaped behemoth.
However, it was not over yet. The life source, which was emerald green and could control the life and death of plants, emerged from the throat of the giant fire and sand dragon.
Qinglin stared ahead, her emerald green eyes growing ever brighter. Her small mouth opened slightly, revealing sharp, python-like teeth, and a chilling breath condensed the air in front of her mouth into ice shards.
At this moment, the pure and domineering blood of the Nine Netherworld Python royal family, which had entered Qinglin's body, was continuously giving Qinglin even greater power.
Qinglin brought two fingers together and gently ran them across the front of her mouth from which she exhaled cold breath. The unusual white aura on Qinglin's fingers disappeared completely.
From afar, Qinglin appeared barefoot, her feet treading on ice crystals, the swirling snow merely a backdrop. An absolute aura of royalty emanated from her, her emerald eyes devoid of much human emotion.
The image of a young girl facing a sandstorm dragon is extremely impactful!
The raging dragon flames plowed the ground with spiderweb-like cracks, and just as they were about to strike, Qinglin pointed out with two fingers.
"Extreme Yin Darkness Finger!"
Whether it was the giant fiery sand dragon that was nearly ten feet long, or the powerful life force released by the Source Spirit Crystal, it was now controlled by Qing Lin's slender fingers.
No matter how vast their energy was, not a single one of it could cross the line.
Click—click—click—
The giant dragon formed from the raging dragon flames was instantly frozen, and the sound of the frost crystals freezing the dragon made everyone's eardrums ache.
The Wind Fury Dragon Flame, ranked eighteenth on the Strange Flame Ranking, was completely frozen between the fingers of the little girl Qing Lin!
Even the strange fire could not escape the terrifying ice. In fact, Qinglin's attack had frozen everything between her and Lingzhuo.
Ling Zhuo suddenly realized that his face and body were covered in frost, and the cold air seeped into his bones through his pores.
It was only thanks to the life force released by the Source Spirit Crystal that he barely withstood the impact just now, but he still felt extremely unnatural in his movements. The battle qi surging within his body was affected, and the lack of follow-through appeared in Ling Zhuo for the first time tonight.
Even though Ling Zhuo's rationality was affected by the surging blood energy, and his heart was filled with violent and irrational emotions, a trace of panic also arose.
The next moment, Qinglin appeared in front of Lingzhuo like a ghost. Her palm was filled with a chilling aura, and a mysterious rune appeared in the center of her palm.
At the same time, a phantom appeared behind Qinglin. The phantom was thin and unclear, except for its eyes, which were very clear. They were eyes with small pale green flowers.
Ling Zhuo also mustered his strength again, and gray light spots suddenly flashed in the void. He could also use the anti-air technique!
"It's no use!"
The light in Qinglin's eyes grew even brighter. The small green flower in Qinglin's pupils was now incredibly clear. Lingzhuo exchanged a glance, and countless giant ancient pythons and ferocious beasts suddenly appeared in his eyes. The terrifying power of facing the might of heaven forced him to immediately want to bow his head and submit.
The next moment, the power of the late-stage Spirit Realm brought Ling Zhuo back to his senses. However, the opportunity to release the Void Restriction had already passed, and he had to face the terrifying peak Dou Zun Qing Lin directly.
Qinglin struck out with her palm, freezing the surrounding air with her chilling aura. Her movements seemed slow, but Ling Zhuo couldn't think of a way to defend himself. The crimson shield he had created by channeling all his spiritual energy was frozen into an ice shell the moment it appeared.
Ling Zhuo slammed his palm down fiercely, but by the time it reached Qing Lin, the force had almost completely dissipated. The chilling aura released by Qing Lin clung to him like a leech, and the temperature, as cold as ancient ice, cooled Ling Zhuo down once more. The bloodlust in his eyes was completely extinguished by the chilling aura.
Once that chill enters the body, it is absolutely irresistible. Ling Zhuo's most renowned soul power is gradually being frozen, and he even feels that he is about to lose the ability to think.
The next moment, intense pain jolted him back to reality; a tiny needle of the soul had somehow entered his mind. He endured the excruciating pain and saw Wei Jiangyuan, already killed on the spot by two other members of the Spirit Clan.
Wei Jiangyuan initially only let Qinglin and Lei Jingxiao deal with Ling Zhuo, while he went to deal with the two Spirit Clan Dou Zun. In the end, he even dragged Lei Jingxiao along with him. How could a mere three-star Dou Zun and two-star Dou Zun be a match for these two?
Ling Zhuo glanced at them again. Ling Wei was being suppressed by Xiao Yan and Hei Yan, while the other three were trapped in the poisonous fog. He was completely isolated and helpless at this moment.
Qinglin wouldn't give him any more time. With a forceful tug, Lingzhuo's entire arm snapped off like an ice sculpture, and the Source Spirit Crystal, which hadn't finished accumulating energy, was directly taken by Qinglin.
It was futile to fight such an opponent; the pervasive chill had already penetrated his body. Ling Zhuo instantly understood why the clansman who had died at Qing Lin's hands had died so silently, without even a trace of reaction.
Qinglin's attacks are truly terrifying; they are aggressive and can kill instantly!
Despite being trapped in the ice, Feng Nu Long Yan was still unable to break free. At this moment, four words suddenly came to Ling Zhuo's mind that perfectly described his current state: a dead end.
A massive rune emerged from behind him, and in front of him was a crystalline, snow-white hand with azure scales. Instantly, Ling Zhuo felt his blood and fighting spirit freeze completely, and the boiling blood energy within him suddenly subsided—the extreme cold had frozen the very essence of his soul.
Qinglin's right hand had already formed a three-foot-long ice blade, with dark blue patterns flowing across its blade, and the trajectory of the ice blade created tiny spatial cracks.
A trickle of blood seeped from Ling Zhuo's neck, but was then completely frozen.
The Spirit Clan's prodigy, Ling Zhuo, has fallen!