Cannon fodder is a full-level boss

The surrounding scene seemed to be stripped of color in an instant, and the sky returned to the purest darkness.

That was the appearance of the starry sky, with a few scattered stars flickering, and a few crow-like calls rang in my ears.

And these were not the main things.

The wind mixed with the stench, like a howling wild wolf, instantly messed up Yan Ling's hair on his forehead.

And in the afterglow, Cui He's figure had long disappeared from the place where he had stood, leaving only a few large and small bones covered with dirt and dust that were particularly obvious.

"I said, no one can leave here without my permission!" Qin Jiao's appearance also changed accordingly, and the voices in his ears seemed to come from all directions, giving people a full sense of pressure.

The human body suddenly fell off from the top of his head, like a stone shattered into foam...

--Finally, it turned into a ball of black mist.

I'm afraid this is his true nature now.

Yan Ling's hand on his side moved slightly.

He could feel that the illusion barrier disappeared in the previous moment.

At the same time, his spirit that had been disappearing came back again.

Qin Jiao saw that the boy in front of him finally changed his face, thinking that he was frightened by the scene of being stripped of the illusion, and a trace of pleasure flashed in his eyes.

For so many years, countless souls have been imprisoned here by him, but there has never been one that made him want to stay and accompany him.

Cui He? No, these people are certainly not, they are just a toy that can be played with for a long time.

As for toys, when they have no value, destruction is their best outcome. After all, there will always be new toys to replace them.

The black fog followed the wind, constantly approaching the direction of Yan Ling, like a blowing ribbon, surrounding Yan Ling, waiting for a good opportunity to catch the person in the middle.

It was like a human with a bad taste teasing a cat, expecting the cat to show a different funny expression.

However, the scene Qin Jiao thought did not appear.

Instead, he became the panicked person this time.

A stinging feeling that was as cold as ice to the bone spread to every corner of his soul.

"Ah——"

"What did you do? What did you do?"

In Qin Jiao's fantasy, there are snow all year round, but there is no snow in every winter. Even the winter he created is warmer than the real one, not because his ability is not good, but because Qin Jiao is afraid of cold.

Because, when Qin Jiao was alive, he was frozen to death in a snowy day.

This is a fear from the soul.

And by chance, Yan Ling just noticed this.

Yan Ling's current ability is naturally impossible to achieve this, but many things in this world cannot be explained by conventional theories.

For example, a person changes from a helpless person to a person with deep inner strength overnight. Although it is incredible, it does exist, but this kind of operation often has disadvantages.

After all, nothing can be achieved overnight. Things that are obtained in a short period of time must be paid for at some cost.

And Yan Ling chose to use the method of burning the remaining life of this body to infinitely magnify his few spiritual powers.

This was the method he discovered in the previous world. He originally thought that Qin Jiao might accidentally discover him too early in the illusion, but he did not expect Qin Jiao to remove the illusion himself.

Even God was helping him.

The illusion that Yan Ling created with his spiritual power was not just like Qin Jiao's illusion, but more like a spiritual attack, directly skipping the body and acting directly on the soul.

Very convenient.

Although it consumes more energy, it is enough.

Yan Ling can feel that the energy in his body is being drawn away bit by bit. On his hands and face, the skin of a teenager is constantly changing into the state of a middle-aged man.

"Are you going to die!"

"Stop it, you know, I have never hurt you, I just want you to stay with me."

"I am just too lonely, I want someone to stay with me."

"If you continue like this, not only will I disappear, but your body will also disappear because of the exhaustion of life."

"Listen to me, there is no need for us to lose, right? Stop, I will just pretend that this matter has never happened, we can still stay on this land, stay in my fantasy, as long as I don't die, your soul can always rely on me to exist..."

"Don't you want eternal life!" In the last sentence, Qin Jiao's voice was full of temptation.

No one can refuse this wish, eternal life, freedom from illness and suffering, and freedom from the underworld, what a beautiful wish it is.

He believes that every smart person will not refuse him.

"Sorry, I'm afraid I've disappointed you."

Yan Ling raised his head, his lips curled up slightly, but his eyes were cold, "Whether I want eternal life or not, this opportunity will never be given to me by a remnant soul that can't even have a body."

"You should be able to feel that the reason why I can successfully suppress you now is mainly because the soul in your body is too complicated."

"All kinds of different soul fragments are like a hodgepodge, all mixed together. Although you gain huge energy from them, it also causes irreparable damage to your own soul. "

"Even if I don't appear, as long as you keep devouring your soul, you will eventually perish, but I don't want to wait any longer..."

"If your memory is still clear, then you should still remember that in the human world, there is a saying, 'For the sake of freedom, both can be thrown away."

"I always think it is a very stupid act to put your life and freedom in the hands of others, isn't it?"

"And you, how qualified are you to persuade me? Because you admire me? Do you think I am interesting?"

Maybe some human beings who are full of emotions will look at him differently because of this, and will ignite a special and inexplicable sense of pride in their hearts. Maybe even a more ridiculous idea will spontaneously arise in their hearts.

That means leaving behind everything outside, which may be things or people, and then using full enthusiasm to influence a person who is not even a pure soul, may go crazy at any time, and may not even have a brain. A sober devil.

It's a pity that Yan Ling really doesn't want to be a member of the Stockholm Syndrome group.

"So, disappear..."

As the upper and lower lips moved together slightly, Qin Jiao's face continued to twist in the dark mist, and various other faces that Yan Ling had never seen appeared on his face.

They must all be souls devoured by him.

The black mist seemed to be imprisoned and tightened by an invisible cage, and every trace of black mist was filled with cold air. As the black air slowly faded, Qin Jiao's voice became lower and lower.

"No, I won't die, I will come back."

"..."

Yan Ling: "Shut up."

Finally, the sound in my ears disappeared.

And on the deserted land here, apart from mountains of bones, there was only an old man with silver hair left.

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…

The next day, this land was greeted by a group of people from the police station, and countless police cars surrounded the place.

Although the reporters couldn't go in, they had a sensitive sense of smell and instantly guessed that a huge event had definitely happened here!