Chapter 327 Fall
After the words fell, Xu Yuan subconsciously looked at Luo Xiran.
He was a little curious about what methods she would have to detect the possible backhands Chi Ling left behind.
Although Luo Xiran was a saint ten thousand years ago, apart from the memory experience of a saint, she doesn't even have a real physical body.
Compared to Yu Chu, the Charming Tree Spirit, Luo Xiran can only be regarded as a tool spirit, and the creep is also controlled by the characteristics of the Blood God Stone.
One is the spirit of living things and the other is the spirit of dead things, which are fundamentally different from Yuchu who can use Dao Domain.
As for her current body?
The principle is basically the same as when 'Qi' transformed into Li Qingyan.
It's just that the structure of one body is the flesh and blood of the original alien, and the other is the creep of the alien.
As a former morphing ghost, Xu Yuanke knows the black death creep too well.
Simple is an accompanying product of the ghost, a leftover material that strengthens the ghost's body, and a 'power bank' that replenishes the ghost's life source.
There is no soul, no source of energy, no synaesthesia between the abyss, only the source of life, and the source of life needs to use the body of the other ghost as a medium to use.
With such a body made of creeper, how should Luo Xiran detect the saint's body?
While Xu Yuan was thinking, Luo Xiran moved.
Without any bells and whistles, Luo Xiran directly landed beside Chi Yan's headless corpse with a vertical leap, and then pressed his hand on the opponent's chest.
Under the distant gaze of Xu Yuan and Li Qingyan, the silk-like creep gradually wrapped Chi Yan's burly headless body.
The most high-end detection methods often only need the simplest physical body to lay mines.
After a few breaths, the 'silk' wrapped around Chi Lai's body dried up quickly without any sign, as if it was directly drained of life.
Seeing this scene, Luo Xiran's eyes were not surprised.
Even if the saint dies, the remaining prestige of the corpse is deadly to things like creep, let alone directly intruding into it.
Glancing at the two people on the edge of the pothole, Luo Xiran's voice came from a distance:
"Your Highness, there is no trace left in the body of the barbarian king, and there is no danger."
"Thank you, senior."
Li Qingyan replied in a polite voice, then glanced at Xu Yuan at the side, and asked:
"Do you want to go there together?"
"I come over?"
Xu Yuan opened his mouth with surprise in his eyes.
Even standing on the edge of the pothole, which was nearly a mile away from the barbarian king's body, he already felt a kind of oppressive and dull discomfort.
Plainly speaking, this is the coercion of a saint.
Essentially speaking, after the fall of Chi Lai, the holy source contained in the body of a saint is spreading wantonly without control.
Counting numbers is at your fingertips.
No matter how extraordinary his condensed soul is, it is still just a condensed soul, and there is a high probability that he will be crushed to death if he gets close.
Li Qingyan chuckled lightly:
"Don't worry, I will protect you."
During the speech, the red clothes danced, and the depression and dullness disappeared instantly.
Xu Yuan felt the layer of qi lingering around him, and asked:
"Why do you have to take me there?"
Li Qingyan looked at Chi Yan's body, and said in a very soft voice:
"The barbarian king is killed by you and me together. During the capture period, it will be shared equally with you."
Xu Yuan's eyes flashed, and then he couldn't help but laugh, with a hint of ridicule in his tone:
"Are you worried that I'm dissatisfied?"
"I just don't want to owe you anything."
"It doesn't hurt to have too many debts, you owe so much anyway."
"Dian Yuan Liu Xing Jue, very expensive, now you owe me."
"." Xu Yuan.
"Tut, care about everything."
Li Qingyan's red lips curled up, and he squinted at him with a smile: "If you don't want to go there, then forget it, and then don't suspect that Ben Gong has hidden your share."
Xu Yuan coughed lightly:
"Cough, tell me in advance, it's not that I don't trust you."
"Virtue."
Li Qingyan gave her a blank look, and then jumped up with Xu Yuan, landing next to Chi Ling's corpse.
The moment he came close, Xu Yuan immediately frowned.
Because of his cultivation, he couldn't see clearly from too far away before, but now when he inspected him closely, he found that Chi Ling's body as a saint had started to rot.
Ancient books record that the corpse of a saint can last for thousands of years, but now it's only a few days?
Xu Yuan subconsciously looked at Luo Xiran who was aside:
"Xi Ran, this is?"
Luo Xiran stood beside the corpse, staring at the rotting corpse, and said softly:
"His second hand."
Xu Yuan thought for a moment, then suddenly remembered the sorcery and secret method that can refine corpses into meat puppets, and said in a low voice:
"That's right, the body of this martial arts sage of the barbarian king is extremely tyrannical, once we refine it into a corpse puppet with special techniques"
"no."
"ah?"
"I say no."
Luo Xiran looked back at Xu Yuan, then shook her head slightly:
"When a whale falls, all things live. Before the barbarian king died, he did not leave other lethal opponents, but scattered all his holy sources into this land."
Li Qingyan frowned slightly, and said softly:
"I have seen this method in an ancient book. When I was in the sect of the sect, many saints would disperse their cultivation and merge into the secret realm of the sect when their lifespan was exhausted. Nourish all things to feed back the sect that you have worked for all your life."
Speaking of this, she looked at Luo Xiran:
"Senior, do you mean that?"
"yes."
Luo Xiran nodded, looking at the dilapidated barbarian holy city:
"The power of a saint cannot completely change this extremely dark place, but at least... it can bring hope here."
“.”
Li Qingyan slowly looked back at the rotten black corpse on the ground.
There are no more **** layers, no more spikes, and the once strong and solid body is now full of potholes, only the golden blood that belongs to the saint has a little residual charm in it.
Focus on counting interest,
Long sighed, Li Qingyan's rustling voice seemed to be whispering:
"Even if you die, you still want to pave the way for your people, heh, this can be regarded as implementing your lifelong ideals."
Listening to the conversation between the two women, Xu Yuan probably understood the current situation, and said:
"It's a pity, Chi Wei is a very good king, for his people."
A smile flashed across Li Qingyan's eyes, and he said in a low voice, "It's really a pity."
From Chi Yan's standpoint, it's hard for Li Qingyan to say that he can do better than him
Because the strength of the barbarians and Dayan is not at the same level at all.
On this winner-takes-all gambling table, Chi Yan suppressed all his chips but still couldn't close the gap in strength.
While talking,
Li Qingyan's dark pupils burst into flames, and a ray of flames began to linger between her slender fingers.
It seems that the fire that can burn all Dao aggregates illuminates everything around.
Feeling the heat, Xu Yuan was stunned for a moment:
"You are?"
Li Qingyan looked back, his eyes were calm:
"This is my last respect for him."
The words fell silent, and the fire of Dao Yun floated down.
(end of this chapter)