Chapter 194 It seems that I was underestimated by an ant
"Just a mirror space wants to trap me?"
Yang Fan smiled, and one after another golden soul rings appeared at his feet.
He raised his hand and pointed at Li Ling not far away.
"Divine skill, heresy trial·water."
As Yang Fan finished his words, the golden soul ring under his feet seemed to be activated by some mysterious power, blooming with a dazzling golden color.
Li Ling's body stagnated, and the space around him seemed to be solidified by an invisible force.
Ripples rippled in the air, and thick water vapor gathered from all directions, penetrating along Li Ling's skin and into his body.
As more and more water vapor seeped in, Li Ling's skin began to swell, breathing gradually became difficult, and his skin became pale and wrinkled like a corpse soaked in water.
Water vapor continuously seeped into Li Ling's body, and Li Ling's body continued to expand like a balloon.
Li Ling tried to struggle, but no matter what method he used, the water vapor lingering around him was like a tarsal maggot, following him like a shadow, continuously seeping into his body.
The water vapor that seeped into his body pierced his skin like cold steel needles and flowed through his blood vessels and lungs. The pain that was like a thousand cuts made his eyes split open, his face was twisted and ferocious, and big beads of sweat fell from his forehead. , a large amount of misty white smoke came out of the mouth and nose.
"It's indeed a magical skill. Forget it, let's not struggle anymore." Li Ling gave up resistance.
The next second, with a 'bang' sound, Li Ling's body exploded like a balloon, instantly exploding into a ball of bloody mist.
"A mere mortal has a vain attempt."
Yang Fan looked proud and was about to say something, but suddenly his words stopped.
Why hasn't this space disappeared yet?
Could it be that he is not dead yet?
Yang Fan's expression instantly became serious.
He looked around and saw that the bloody mist did not dissipate as he expected, but instead began to slowly condense in the air.
"This, how is this possible?" Yang Fan muttered to himself in disbelief.
The people and objects appearing in the mirror space cannot be ruled out as phantoms, but his magical skill has no possibility of attacking phantoms.
The magical skill he just used will only affect the creatures with water in their bodies within the range, so no matter where the opponent is hiding, it is meaningless how many phantoms he creates.
This magical skill of his only attacks the opponent's body.
Unless the phantom created by the other party is no different from the real body, both of them contain water.
Otherwise, there is no possibility of attacking the phantom.
Judging from the bloody mist that exploded, it must be the main body that the other party exploded.
Is it possible that the other party also possesses some soul skills that can bring the dead back to life?
The blood-colored mist became thicker and thicker, and the figures gradually became clearer, and Li Ling's figure came into Yang Fan's eyes again.
"What kind of soul skill are you doing, bringing the dead back to life?" Yang Fan's voice revealed some confusion.
As a priest and a hunter of the God Realm, he has dealt with many creatures that violated the rules of the God Realm.
Among the creatures he got rid of, there were also those who had resurrection soul skills, or were similar to immortal beings.
Special soul skills and talents such as resurrecting the dead are not unfamiliar to him.
"Resurrection from the dead?"
The corners of Li Ling's mouth gradually turned up: "I do have the soul skill of bringing the dead back to life, but if you want me to use that soul skill, do you have to break my current soul skill first?"
"If you can't even break my third soul skill, how can you bring me back to life?"
The difference between martial souls that transcend the god level and those low-level martial souls is that even if those low-level martial souls can copy a space that is the same as Li Ling's soul skill, it will only be a mirror space if it dies. Li Ling's space is a real mirror world.
Li Ling in this space may or may not be his true self.
Just like the Tang Chen he copied back then, apart from being just a mindless fighting machine, there was no difference from Tang Hao's original self.
Li Ling remembered that Oscar seemed to have a soul skill that could copy other people's soul skills, but Oscar's soul skill did not pose any threat to him.
Oscar can indeed copy his soul skills, but the upper limit of Oscar's martial arts is there.
The upper limit of Oscar's martial soul is destined to be that even if he copies Li Ling's soul skill, he can only copy one form at most, with limited strength.
Unless Oscar's martial spirit can become the same level as Li Ling's, the soul skills he copies will never reach the true level of Li Ling's soul skills.
The ray of divine thought of God Shura cannot be sealed by some mirror space.
This is a mirror world, a real world that exists in another dimension.
With that ray of divine thought from God Shura, the difficulty of escaping from here is not much different from the difficulty of tearing apart the space wall and traveling to other worlds.
Even if the Asura God's divine thought really tears open the world wall, he may not be able to return to the Douluo World, and he will most likely be lost in the vast chaos.
Li Ling rarely uses soul skills because with his strength, there are not many people who can let him use soul skills.
Among his three martial spirits, the weakest is the blue angel martial spirit.
Except for the Blue Angel Martial Spirit, the other two Martial Spirits are all at the level of monsters and beasts in the prehistoric world.
It is precisely because of these two powerful spirits that he dares not to take the gods of the God Realm seriously with his mere level 97 spirit power.
"Really? It seems that I was underestimated by an ant."
"Then I want to see how many times you can be resurrected."
Yang Fan's face gradually darkened, and he raised his hand and pointed.
"Divine skill, heresy trial·limb."
As Yang Fan finished speaking, the golden soul ring under his feet shone brightly.
There were ripples in the space, and an invisible force enveloped Li Ling's body.
The air around Li Ling seemed to have solidified, and his body seemed to be trapped in an invisible quagmire, making it difficult for him to even move his fingers.
Translucent chains slowly emerged from the ripples in space and wrapped around Li Ling's limbs and neck.
Click click click
The sound of bones tearing was endless, and it was frightening to hear.
With a pop, several pillars of blood spurted out.
Li Ling's entire body was torn into several pieces and turned into countless pieces of flesh, floating quietly in the air.
The translucent chains turned into balls of white transparent fluid, wrapping the fragments in it.
Yang Fan stared straight at the fragments floating in the air, with a faint sneer appearing on the corner of his mouth.
"This time, let me see how you can come back to life."
Li Ling, who had just been exploded into a bloody mist, could be resurrected. In Yang Fan's view, it was nothing more than an immortal body that could be reborn with blood.
Now every fragment of Li Ling is in a state similar to being sealed. Even the blood spurting out has been divided into countless pieces and wrapped by the translucent fluid.
Under this situation, even if Li Ling was immortal like the creatures he had encountered that could be infinitely resurrected, he did not think there was a possibility of Li Ling being resurrected.
(End of chapter)