Rebirth: I Have a Fortune Pavilion

Chapter 209

Several black dragons entered the water, and the already not small lake began to boil violently.The scorching temperature made the spirit species born in the water go crazy, and countless broken palms rushed out of the water, trying to kill Yan Qinghe.

But Duanzhang was not even three meters away from the Yanqing River when he was wounded by the illuminated pattern.The broken palm in front was wiped out, and the broken palm in the back went forward.

"You are actually a magician!"

At first, the Spirit Seed thought that he had a chance to win, so he was so arrogant.

But now, realizing that the broken palms connected to it were cooked one after another, lost their vitality, and fell off from it, it panicked.Several consecutive counterattacks hit the huge formation on the lake, but only the formation pattern lit up and the broken palm disappeared.

"It shouldn't be like this! The lake water restrains spiritual power, you shouldn't be able to form an array."

One counterattack after another was defeated, and it sensed the extraordinaryness of this pattern.The voice was sharp and sharp, shouting towards Yan Qinghe.Coupled with its ruined appearance and the dark night scene, it is really a hellish scene.

"Whether you are a human being or a spiritual seed, don't be too absolute."

After activating two sets of ancient formations in a row, the spiritual power in Yan Qinghe's body was completely drained.While guarding against the stunned Fan Banghua next to him, he also tried to delay time with the crazy spirit species by bluffing.

"Ah! I'm going to kill you!"

The temperature of the lake continues to rise, and the water vapor evaporates extremely fast.The entire surface of the lake was covered in mist, and the screaming spirit species attacked the Yanqing River.

The pattern in front of him flickered, and cracks appeared.

Yan Qinghe's eyes dimmed, he took out a gun, and shot at the spirit-seed that was about to be cooked.

The spiritual power bullet not only contains the small formation of spiritual power explosion, but also the mixed toxicity of the Liao Wu tribe.The superposition of the two, even the strongest body can't withstand the explosion of the two.

The bullet entered the flesh and blood, blasting out streaks of blood.In the white mist, it looks like fireworks, which is quite beautiful.

The fragrance of cooked meat was elegant, piercing into the nostrils of the two people on the shore.Yan Qinghe's expression remained unchanged, but Fan Banghua, who came back to his senses, couldn't hold it anymore, and vomited while propping up a tree.

That taste combined with the weird meaty smell is really not flattering.

Yan Qinghe obviously distanced himself from Fan Banghua, and took advantage of the situation to shoot the Half Palm that passed over the two of them to save the spirit species.

As for the lake surface, due to the activity of several black dragons under the formation, the lake water has dropped by one-fifth.This speed is extremely fast.

The spirit seed went berserk, the water droplets condensed, turned into marbles and shot towards the two crazily.

The pattern blocking the Yanqing River shook again, and cracks appeared.

Yan Qinghe's eyes dimmed, and he threw several spirit stones to strengthen the formation, and finally had the mood to speak, "Go ahead and attack, I have a lot of spirit stones."

The spiritual power is recovering, but the spiritual stone has not been cut off.For an array mage, as long as there are spirit stones, an array can be formed.Even the smallest formation, which incorporates the ancient formation pattern, can withstand the crazy combo of the current spirit species.

Seeing that the pattern guarding the Yanqing River was about to be breached, it was restored to integrity the next moment.This blow dealt a great deal to the Spirit Seed.It already clearly felt that it was unable to break through the huge formation on the lake, so it took the next best thing to kill Yan Qinghe.But this person is too cunning and has many means, so he is powerless to kill him in a short time.

But it cannot give up.If it loses this time, even its real body will be found out.There is no need to guess the result, only death.

Struggling to survive until now, give it another hundred years and it will be able to completely restore the human form.At that time, it is the real smooth road, so it cannot be compromised here.

Dark red blood flowed from the wound on his body, and the blood did not melt into the boiling water, but floated everywhere.

"Since you don't want me to live, then I don't want you either..."

"puff--"

Before the cruel words were finished, a mouthful of blood was spit out, and the suspended blood drops fell into the lake water one after another, and were evaporated by the heat wave before they completely melted into the water.For a moment, its face turned gray.

The red blood vessels on his body turned purple at some point, and even the wounds on his body were also purple.Smelly pus flowed out from the wound, and there was a piercing and corrosive sound from the scratched skin, which was drowned in its screams.

"Why! Why is my spiritual power disappearing? Why does my blood fiend fail?"

Its rotten hands grabbed the skin riddled with holes, but it still couldn't solve the itching and tingling that came from under the flesh and blood.Facing Shangyan Qinghe's calm eyes, it suddenly realized.

"It's you! It must be you! What did you do?"

Yan Qinghe didn't have the time to explain to it. After recovering % of his spiritual power, he drilled several black dragons into the lake.Dark fire burns, everything burns, including water.

The lake level dropped to one-third, and the inside story of the lake bottom was completely exposed.

Under the bottom of the lake, there are densely packed skeletons.There are people, there are spirit beasts, and there are other spirit species.It is densely packed, and the true color of the bottom of the lake can hardly be seen.

Among the skeletons, human bones are the most numerous.There are not tens of thousands, but thousands.

Seeing this scene, Fan Banghua's complexion changed drastically.

Yan Qinghe's eyes were dark, and he had already guessed this scene, but it was still shocking to see so many bones covering the bottom of the lake.

He knew that such a spirit-seed, which was full of slaughter, would not be able to survive today.

The firepower increased, and the lake water evaporated extremely fast.Without the cover of the lake water, the terrifying appearance of the spirit seed's lower body was completely exposed.Under the roasting of the dark fire, only half of the half palms with a diameter of more than one meter were left to support the upper body of the spirit seed.

At the end of the broken palm is a pile of corpses.

Yan Qinghe made a decisive decision and no longer held back his hand. Under the final counterattack of the spirit species, he completely cut it off.

"what--"

Aware of Yan Qinghe's purpose, the Spirit Seed turned around and made amends.However, it relied on the severed palm, but countless severed palms were roasted, and even its lower body could barely maintain it, let alone fight back.

With a scream, the broken palm connected to the pile of corpses broke.

The counterattacking spirit-seed flew halfway, and was wiped out before approaching the Yanqing River.Tuliu's scream lingered in the air for a long time, mixed with the strange smell of meat and white mist, it made people feel heavy.

The Spirit Seed died, completely disappearing in a way that was almost cooked.

Yan Qinghe waved his hand, and the pile of corpses below was surrounded by ground fire.Amid the crackling sound, the corpse that had been tortured for thousands of years finally turned into ashes and sank to the bottom of the lake.

He took the black dragon, looked back at Fan Banghua, who had been unable to recover for a long time, and said, "Fill the lake."

"what?!"

Fan Bang returned to his senses and began to fill the lake.

The corpses in the lake blended with the soil, which really echoed that sentence - ashes to ashes, dust to dust, and all the prosperity, but a handful of fine sand.

After filling the lake, Fan Banghua came back to his senses, looking at Yanqinghe hesitant to speak.

Yan Qinghe is not an enthusiastic person, as long as the other party does not take the initiative to speak, he will not respond.Except for those close to you, of course.

After solving the trouble and making sure that there is no other danger here, he looked at Fan Banghua and asked for a reward, "Ling Chaozhu."

"Oh."

Fan Banghua handed the Lingchao beads to Yan Qinghe, seeing him looking thoughtful, he had nothing to say, "I got this bead by chance during the last wave of Lingchao."

　Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, and all prosperity is but a handful of sand - Bible

　　
　
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