Chapter 195 Not bad, your magical skills are pretty good
Above the clouds, the surface of a thousand-foot-long mirror flashed with light, and Li Ling's figure slowly walked out of the mirror.
With a smile on his face, he glanced at the fragments and blood wrapped in transparent fluid, and praised: "Yes, your magical skill is quite good."
"You can actually cut off the connection between me and those fragments and blood. Even if those undead creatures encounter you, I'm afraid they will be killed easily by you."
Yang Fan's magical skill was quite beyond Li Ling's expectations.
He originally thought that Yang Fan's magical skill would at best dismember him.
Unexpectedly, this magical skill is actually a magical skill with sealing properties.
Those fragments and blood wrapped in transparent fluid have completely severed their connection with Li Ling.
Fortunately, Li Ling's soul skill is not a soul skill that brings the dead back to life.
As long as this space is not broken, those thousand-foot giant mirrors will not be destroyed.
If he wants to break through this space, his Qingluan Martial Spirit must be shattered.
There is no existence that can shatter his Qingluan Martial Spirit.
But Li Ling didn't think that such a being would appear in the Douluo world of the fantasy sewer.
"How is it possible? What kind of soul skill is this?"
Yang Fan murmured to himself, looking at Li Ling who reappeared in disbelief, and then glanced at the fragments and blood wrapped in transparent fluid.
At this moment, he no longer had the calmness he had just now.
Until now, he still couldn't see what kind of method Li Ling was using.
The first magical skill proved that Li Ling was not an illusion, but a real creature.
In the second magical skill, he could also feel that the fragments sealed by the transparent fluid were also real creatures.
Could it be that it's a copy?
Then, how many copies can this soul skill of his make?
The opponent is just an ant with a soul power level of only level 97. How can he be so difficult to deal with?
Yang Fan's face was gloomy, he clenched his fists, and the golden soul ring under his feet flickered again.
"A clone, right? I want to see how many more clones you can make."
Yang Fan's voice was cold and bone-chilling, and he raised his hand and pointed.
"Divine skill, heresy trial·limb."
As his words fell, the body that Li Ling had just walked out of the mirror was torn into pieces again by an invisible force.
The corpses and blood that had been torn into pieces were, without exception, wrapped in transparent fluid again.
However, the next second, another figure of Li Ling walked out of a giant mirror above the clouds with a smile on his face.
Before Li Ling could speak, Yang Fan once again used his magical skills to tear Li Ling's body into pieces.
After an unknown amount of time, Yang Fan tore into pieces the bodies of many Li Lings.
But every time he tore one into pieces, an intact Li Ling would come out of the thousand-foot giant mirror again, as if in an endless stream.
In the space, there are countless sealed fragments floating, and countless blood wrapped in transparent fluid.
When another intact Li Ling slowly walked out of the thousand-foot giant mirror, Yang Fan finally stopped.
Li Ling looked at him with a smile on his face and looked at him curiously: "Why, don't you want to continue?" Yang Fan's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, and he cast his gaze on the thousand-foot giant mirror above the clouds.
Through observation during this period, we can see that although there are many mirrors on the cloud, the shapes, colors, patterns engraved on the frames and the scenes in the mirrors are different.
The mirror from which Li Ling's figure kept stepping out was a mirror with a dark gray frame and a gray vortex that was constantly rotating on the mirror surface.
He tore hundreds of Li Ling's bodies into pieces, and Li Ling walked out of the mirror every time.
It can be seen that only that mirror has the function of replicating Li Ling's body.
If you destroy that mirror
The golden soul ring under Yang Fan's feet shone brightly, and in the sky, fiery red clouds were tumbling and surging, as if awakened by some mysterious power, and gradually gathered into a huge vortex.
"Magic skill, Skyfire Meteorite."
In the slowly rotating vortex in the sky, a huge meteorite slowly emerged from the vortex.
Its whole body was burning with scorching flames, like a star falling from the sky, falling towards the thousand-foot giant mirror with a destructive momentum.
The white fireworks on the surface of the meteorite burned blazingly, releasing a heart-stopping high temperature. Wherever it passed, the surrounding air was roasted and distorted.
Li Ling stared at the huge meteorite that fell from the sky, like a star, with a faint smile on his face.
"Although I don't think the meteorite you summoned can break my mirror, but if it does, the earth-shattering sound will probably make everyone's head hurt."
He raised his hand and pointed to a mirror, a blue and white thousand-foot-long mirror reflecting the vast sea.
"Hai Tian Jing·Bi Bo Yao."
Light flashed on the blue-white thousand-foot-long giant mirror, and the falling meteorite in the sky disappeared instantly.
At the same time, a huge meteorite appeared out of thin air in the sky above the vast sea reflected by the blue-white thousand-foot-long mirror.
Look closely at the falling meteorite in the mirror, burning with blazing white fireworks. It is the one that Yang Fan summoned just now.
As the huge meteorite in the mirror fell into the vast sea, the originally calm sea surface began to surge, with rough waves and huge waves rolling.
On the sea, white flames intertwined with blue water, and the steaming mist formed a spectacular picture.
Yang Fan stared at this scene with his eyes widened in disbelief.
He has never seen such a magical soul skill, or a divine skill.
It is just a soul skill. Not only does it have an independent space, but it can also infinitely copy the caster's body.
Judging from this blue-white mirror, any mirror in this space seems to be an independent space.
Not to mention the soul skills used by a level 97 ant in the lower realm, even the magical skills of the gods in the God Realm are not so outrageous.
A deep feeling of powerlessness came to his heart. Yang Fan had never thought that he, a level 110 priest, would be helpless against a lower realm ant with a soul power level of only level 97.
He took a deep breath, tried hard to calm down the shock in his heart, put down his lofty attitude as a god, his face gradually softened, and he tried his best to squeeze out a smile.
"Your Excellency, you have a good idea. I am not here for you. I have no enmity between you and me in the past, and there is no grudge between you and me these days, so there is no need to fight to the death."
"How about we just give up?"
(End of chapter)