Chapter 135 Ghost Fairy

One day, two days, three days...

Time is like water, fleeting. In the blink of an eye, three days have passed in a hurry.

The colorful field space has always been full of all kinds of colors, which is dazzling. The colorful clouds circulate and last for a long time. No matter how many years, there will be no change in the field and space.

But in addition to those dazzling colors, the space is quite empty, and there is an indescribable loneliness.

On a colorful cloud, a gust of evil wind suddenly hit, and a dark shadow suddenly appeared silently.

The shadow man turned his hands into claws and pulled out two black silk in the air. Under his body, a few strands of black silk rotated slowly, and his head full of blue silk danced wildly behind him. These forms were indescribably strange.

This dark shadow is Lin Qinglong.

At this moment, his closed eyes were slightly open, and a wisp of blood suddenly shot out!

Between breathing, the ink-like breath floated in the wings of the nose, as if the evil ghost came out of the coffin.

After these three days of hard work, the long-known "ghost escape" gradually began to be familiar with it. There is already some familiar feeling when using it.

Three days ago, when Lin Qinglong just got this "ghost escape" skill, he was very young. He had not used it for many years and had been strange for a long time.

Once you use it, you will always hurt yourself. When you run away, you will either lose an arm or a leg. In short, Lin Qinglong will always be miserable after casting a ghost escape.

The use of the "ghost escape" technique is inherently accompanied by strong risks, which is completely different from other escape techniques such as dragon escape. However, high risk has high rewards. The art of "ghost escape" can be permanently hidden and can be teleported thousands of miles, which is obviously stronger than other escape techniques.

It is precisely because Lin Qinglong understands the skill of "ghost escape" that he would rather suffer than practice hard. Anyway, he has a golden body protector. Even if he lacks an arm and a leg, he can quickly grow up again. It's just that the pain of amputation still needs Lin Qinglong to bear it himself. Since he is not afraid of pain, the pain of amputation still often hurts him to death.

In just three days, his body was almost new, and his hands and feet were almost new.

In any case, Lin Qinglong is rapidly improving his proficiency in the art of "ghost escape" at a frightening speed. When the "ghost escape" is completed, once it is used, it will definitely shock everyone!

At this moment, in Lin Qinglong's extremely smooth breathing, a trace of ink-like airflow was slowly swallowing.

Looking from afar, it seems that he is swallowing clouds and fog.

But if you look closely, you will find that a large piece of meat is missing on his arm, and the wound is bleeding. This wound was caused by the accident of the "ghost escape" technique just now.

But with Lin Qinglong's puff of fog, the wound is healing rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye...

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"I'm going to break through the fairy road!"

While practicing the art of "ghost escape", Lin Qinglong suddenly had such a confident idea in his heart. This idea came for no reason, but it was like a matter of course, and it naturally appeared in his heart.

According to Lin Qinglong's past practice experience, this is a clear understanding!

In the past few years, every time Lin Qinglong has this understanding, it is the time for him to upgrade his level.

After Lin Qinglong devoured the giant maggot, he repeatedly broke through the fairy road several times, but the result was without exception, and it ended in failure.

Perhaps it's because today's practice of "ghost escape" is familiar with it. The Mingwu idea that Lin Qinglong has been looking forward to for a long time appeared so suddenly.

This sudden enlightenment made Lin Qinglong's body restless, and his deadness was like a tide, surging and surging. Suddenly, there was a flash in front of him, as if he had seen a lot of evil ghosts and shadows. They suddenly rushed towards him, dancing with sharp teeth and claws, making unpleasant and harsh screams.

Like an army in the ghost world, it rushed towards itself like a flood and beast.

"Heart demon..."

Lin Qinglong looked at the evil spirit in the illusory, and the first few people were Tang Yu, Shan Zhilin and other familiar people. These are the dead souls who once died in their own hands. At this moment, their eyes are blood red, and their black hair dances wildly, roaring towards them.

Naturally, he knows that these are all mental illusions. In the past practice, he has seen them several times. Maybe it once worried him, but now he doesn't think so. He smiles gently and slowly closed his eyes.

Breathing slowly and smoothly, Lin Qinglong's body overflowed, and the ink waved slightly.

Open your eyes, the blood flashes in the pupils, and a trace of heartache quickly spread from the eyes to the whole body.

The piercing pain made Lin Qinglong wake up a lot, and the ghosts and ghosts in front of him disappeared without a trace.

Lin Qinglong opened his mouth, suddenly took a breath, and swallowed the dead air around him.

After the ghost disappeared, he suddenly had an inexplicable sense of hunger. He had an urgent need to devour the dead!

At the same time, the storage bracelet in his hand suddenly flashed, and a yellow crystal suddenly appeared. This yellow crystal was brought out of the dream space earlier by him, and now it just comes in handy.

Holding the yellow crystal tightly, Lin Qinglong crazily asked for the spiritual power in the crystal. A light cyan airflow suddenly gushed out along his arms and spread towards his whole body. Just for a moment, the pale cyan airflow surged more and more, completely covering Lin Qinglong's body in it.

From afar, Lin Qinglong's figure loomed in the fog, which was quite strange.

When the light cyan airflow around gathers more and more, it gradually thickens and slows down much, as if the airflow is sticky.

At this time, Lin Qinglong suddenly bit the tip of his tongue and spit out a mouthful of blood fog. The blood fog merged with the surrounding light cyan airflow, quickly turned into ink, and slowly bloomed all over the body.

Lin Qinglong opened his mouth and suddenly sucked it. Then he inhaled the dead air of these spiritual power transformation into Dantian. With the influx of dead air, Lin Qinglong's cheeks were slightly morbidly flushed, and a faint dark light was released.

In the moment when the light cyan airflow around disappeared, the storage bracelet on Lin Qinglong's wrist flashed again, and a brand-new yellow crystal replaced the empty crystal. Suddenly, Lin Qinglong's body was suddenly full of light cyan airflow again.

With enough yellow crystals, Lin Qinglong's spirit was refreshed. He thought that there was nothing wrong with these crystals, and he was secretly happy. At the same time, he is not relaxed and steadily controlling his mind, and he wants to pull out all the spiritual power in the yellow crystal.

This endless request has lasted for three days and three nights. Lin Qinglong has been maintaining the steps of "sucking out aura", "spraying bleeding fog", "devouring dead air" and "replacing crystals". He practiced repeatedly. Although it was a little boring, Lin Qinglong did not know it at all and could not stop.

On the fourth day, when the last wisp of ink-like dead air penetrated into his mouth, Lin Qinglong's body suddenly trembled violently, and his lower abdomen contracted violently. A pair of ghost eyes suddenly opened, and a dazzling blood light suddenly came out!

He opened his eyes and was stunned for a long time. Lin Qinglong then tried to stretch his body. His whole body suddenly made a crisp sound of "cracking" bones, and a pair of skeletons seemed to have been refreshed.

The thought moved a little, and Lin Qinglong's figure suddenly disappeared without a trace. There were only a few strands of black silk left in the original place, slightly entangled and slowly drifted away.

A hundred feet away, Lin Qinglong's figure suddenly appeared with a black fog, and the black fog churned all over his body. He stepped out step by step, so majestic!

He looked at his right hand and gently shook his palm. A sense of full strength suddenly filled his whole body, which made Lin Qinglong's mouth feel a touch of joy.

"Is this... a ghost fairy? Finally become an immortal..." He slowly closed his eyes and lowered his heart. Feeling the full of death in his body, Lin Qinglong lowered his head and smiled.

"Congratulations, husband, you are finally in the fairy class!" Princess Xinyue stepped step by step from a distance, and there seemed to be a colorful divine light under her feet. In an instant, she walked in front of Lin Qinglong and was looking at him with a smile.

Lin Qinglong was in a good mood and said with a smile, "Has the wife's colorful divine light been practiced? I happened to be a ghost fairy. We should really celebrate today.

"My colorful divine light is only a small achievement, which can't be compared with my husband's 'ghost king law' for the time being. But..." Princess Xinyue's words turned around and looked at Qiu Bo. Suddenly, she took off her skirt and exposed her round thighs. She smiled and said, "Shirteen is gone? The mackerel still hasn't come out in the quenching furnace. There are only you and me here. Husband, how do you think we should celebrate?

Lin Qinglong immediately met, laughed and hugged his wife, bent down to seal the cherry mouth of Xinyue, and stretched out his big hand and went straight to her legs. Explore between...