The language of color in Ye Luoli's Fairy Dream

Chapter 201 The Chain of Judgment
"it is good."

Pang Zun withdrew his spiritual power, and together with Du Xifei, he erased traces of his own spiritual power and immortal power, and left the Huahaichao Temple.

Yan Nianben was wondering why he couldn't detect the source, but suddenly found that the barrier had weakened.

Cracks spread from her palm to the barrier, and then shattered and collapsed.

The barrier was shattered, and the ruins of the Huahaichao Temple were reflected in Yan Nian's eyes.

Seeing the devastation of the place, the little girl seemed to have returned to the scene when the Don't Worry Palace was destroyed.

The bad memory made blood pool in her eyes, and the killing spirit gradually replaced the coldness and kindness all over her body.

"Ye Luoli's magic, the seal of the world, the spirit of color, using blood as a guide, devour it!"

Yan Nian imagined a blood-red sword, exactly the same as the sword in the dream.

The blood in those pure black eyes spread, and the murderous aura grew stronger.

The little fairies and elves in the Huahaichao Temple saw Yan Nian's appearance and dared not go forward.

"My lord, princess..."

An elf was more courageous and called Yan Nian.

Yan Nian looked over, his blood-red eyes were full of murderous intent, and the elves shrank.

"Ah! Princess... I,"

Some fairies were frightened and took several steps back, their eyes full of fear.

Yan Nian moved his wrist holding the sword, the sword in his hand screamed,

"go with!"

Yan Nian let go of his hand, and the sword flew towards the little fairy and elf, with a bloodthirsty killing intent.

"Run, hurry..."

They fled in all directions, Yan Nian looked at them, his head ached, he shook his head, his thoughts were confused.

"Chuduo, come back!...No, kill them!
...Come back, I let you come back! "

Yan Nian covered his head, in pain and discomfort, the sword stopped, hesitated for a moment, and then flew back to Yan Nian.

Seeing Yan Nian in such pain, it couldn't make a sound, it could only fly around Yan Nian non-stop.

"Ye Luoli's magic, light landscape painting, red face decoration, color imprint, formation suppression!"

An unfamiliar formation appeared on the ground centered on Yan Nian. The runes of the formation were white, pure white spiritual power.Devouring disappeared due to the use of her spiritual power.

"Ye Luoli's magic, spiritual power, soul power, imprint, gift, chain of judgment!"

After Yan Nian finished speaking, chains glowing with cold light appeared from the array, wrapping around Yan Nian's limbs and waist, imprisoning her in the array.

"Princess, what's wrong with you, princess?"

Qi Luo sensed Yan Nian's danger and searched several places before finding it, it was still too late.

The chain didn't just entangle her, but kept tightening.

Yan Niannen's white skin was stretched red, broken, and blood flowed out.

But that chain actually absorbed Yan Nian's blood, continuously absorbed, and the color of the chain also kept turning red.

Yan Nian's complexion became paler, she is the embodiment of spiritual power, even her blood contains a lot of spiritual power.

For her, the loss of blood is the loss of spiritual power.

"Princess, I... ah!"

Qi Luo wanted to rush into the formation to save people, but she was bounced by the spiritual power of the formation, bumped into the broken pillar, and passed out.

"Qi Luo!"

Yan Nian saw that Qiluo was injured and unconscious, the blood in his eyes became thicker,
"Let go of me, let me go!!"

Yan Nian wanted to save Qiluo, but kept struggling, but the chain unexpectedly had spikes, piercing into Yan Nian's skin.

Immediately, a burning pain spread all over his body, and Yan Nian clenched his lips in pain.

The white teeth bit through the pink and smoke-colored lips, and the blood stained the white porcelain, which was unexpectedly beautiful.

The bone-piercing pain made Yan Nian tremble, even so she was still struggling,
"Ye, Ye Luoli's magic, the seal of the world, the spirit of color, the life and death of all things, the blooming of blood lotus, the gathering of colors..."

Yan Nian felt more pain, the flame was burning in her bones, as if it was going to burn her to ashes.

The surrounding colors flowed from everything with her spells, and flowed into her body through the enchantment of the magic circle.

"Use blood as a guide, devour, break!"

Yan Nian fancied the bite, the blade of the bite became bigger, and it slashed towards the magic circle.

'Boom! '

Yan Duo split a crack in the formation, and Yan Nian's eyes suddenly became cold, and he began to use spiritual power to suppress the formation.

"Ye Luoli's magic, the spirit of color, blur the color, hide!"

After Yan Nian finished speaking, the chain of judgment in his hand loosened a bit, and the color gradually faded and became transparent.

The magic circle slowly retracted and returned to the palm of Yan Nian's right hand.

The pain of scorching bone has not diminished, even more painful.

Yan Nian moved his hands, the chains on his wrists were only blurred, but not retracted, the spikes pierced deeper.

It hurts, it hurts so badly.

But Yan Nian walked towards the unconscious Qiluo with a blank face, with his palm facing her forehead,

"Ye Luoli's magic, the spirit of color, healing!"

(End of this chapter)