Medicine door witch

Chapter 441 The Third Inheritance (4)

Thousands of white skeletons attacked, forming a circle around Ling Luo, and the encirclement was constantly shrinking at an extremely fast speed.

The corners of Ling Luo's lips curled up slightly, and a trace of interest flashed across his eyes.

It is an excellent opportunity to try the A-Binyan Prison Master gave her.

The master said that with her current strength, she can control a space with a radius of about 30 meters when using the Abiyan Prison.

A Biyan Prison is a miraculous martial skill, the higher the person who uses it, the greater the space for its effects.

Ling Luo checked the distance with his eyes, and when these skull mountains were gathered about 30 meters away from him, he made a seal with both hands, and used [-]% of his stored extreme fire essence to release the A-Binyan Prison.

In the third inheritance space, all the rich elements of fire have become tools for her to use.

The dark red sky turned into a brilliant bright red.

The red clouds all over the sky rolled and thundered, roaring violently, and turned into an endless sea of ​​flames, gathering thicker and thicker.

Ling Luo raised his fist and pointed it vertically at the sky.

Dresses fluttered, and there was no wind, she was gorgeous, with a soul-stirring beauty.

She summoned the red cloud and the sea of ​​fire.

She raised her head, the corners of her lips curled into a faint arc, and her voice was clear and clear: "Scatter!"

In an instant, the raging sea of ​​red clouds and fire that filled the sky turned into countless fine pieces of flames, pouring down from the sky like a torrential rain.

Within a radius of 30 meters, it became a hell of flames.

All the skeletons that stepped into the range of Abiyan Prison were burned to ashes.

Thousands of dead bones eventually turned into dust.

The ghost skeletons don't have much wisdom, and they don't have the pace of their kind to stop attacking due to disaster.

Wave after wave of skeletons rushed into Ling Luo's Abiyan Prison until they were all burned up.

This rain of flames lasted for about half a stick of incense, all the ghosts and skeletons were wiped out, and Ling Luo was exhausted.

The vitality in her body was exhausted, her whole body seemed to be drained dry, her legs went limp, and she knelt down on the cracked ground scorched by the scorching rain.

Ling Luo took a deep breath, and sighed inwardly, the next trick, A-Binyan Prison, must not be used lightly until the last moment, as the consumption is too great.

If she couldn't finish her opponent with one blow, all she had to do was die.

All the ghost skeletons were burned, and the thousands of will-o'-the-wisps in their eyes gradually condensed into prototypes.

The silver-gray ancient characters floated and rotated in this space, centered on Ling Luo, and gradually flew into her body.

Streams of pure power poured into the limbs and bones, and finally gathered at the dantian, gradually making up for the lost vitality.

This kind of wonderful feeling made her feel comfortable and couldn't help groaning softly.

Thousands of silver-colored ancient characters surfaced on her skin, flowed in her blood, flowed in her flesh and bones, and were imprinted in the depths of her soul.

In Ling Luo's mind, the intricate ancient characters were automatically arranged and combined into smooth sentences.

The extremely exquisite cultivation method, the first level of the third inheritance, was thus acquired by Ling Luo.

Ling Luo hastened to comprehend it carefully, she deeply felt the profoundness of this method, which was exactly what she longed for!
Although it is only the first level, Ling Luo can clearly feel that it is much more subtle than the second lineage.

(End of this chapter)