The high-energy slurry mixed with liquid metal and vaporized rock, plus the pair of indestructible horns, formed the Yan Slave, with lifelike features, as if a ball of blue flames had become a spirit.

No, it cannot be said that it has become a spirit, because the humanoid existence in front of me has no vitality, no soul, no conscious activity... nothing!

It’s like a pile of building blocks made of dead things!

But, this thing spoke.

"I'm back again! Fight again and fight again!" Yan Slave, like the warrior who never fell, rushed towards the savages.

The savage was a little dumbfounded: "The incarnation created by magic? No..."

At first glance, it seems that Yan Nu is a body shaped by some kind of force.

But it's not actually the case. After all, even a spell like Fire Dragon Bullet has mana fluctuations, and it can be seen that it is condensed by a kind of power.

But the Yan Nu in front of me is very strange, just like the uncanny workmanship of nature.

In other words...a dead thing, 'defined' to look like him.

In this way, there is no structure at all, it can be any shape, and there is no vital point to speak of. After all... dead things have vital points!

"A hundred birds pay homage to the phoenix!"

Yan Slave still did the same thing, suppressing the barbarians again.

But what is surprising is that this plasma body does not have the energy of the Immortal Force and other Flame Slaves at all, but it still exerts the power of the Immortal Martial Arts.

It's like...plasma is a kind of blue flame and fairy power at the same time.

"Huh?" This scene seriously violated the knowledge that the savages understood.

Plasma and fairy power have nothing to do with each other, but Yan Nu just used the plasma energy to produce the effect of fairy power!

"Xianli that looks like plasma?"

"Or does the plasma have extra magical properties?"

The savages were about to faint, and there was no clue about Yan Nu's move.

It's obviously a fist, but it hits like a laser. It's obviously a heat wave, but it's like a blade... and it also cuts absolutely!

I can't understand, all my knowledge has been broken, it's impossible to distinguish the moves with my vision and senses!

Unless you get a blow, you don't know what the effect will be! The blow made the savage's scalp numb.

Characteristics? Only characteristics can explain it.

Miao Han saw Yan Nu showing off his power again and suddenly said: "Yan Nu! You can use all things as your body!"

"Ah? Really?" Yan Nu looked confused about the situation, leaving Miaohan speechless.

But just by instinct, some new functions were triggered, allowing Miaohan to see the clues.

"Yes! Yes! You are dead to begin with! What is the difference between returning to your body and returning to a stone?" Miaohan shouted.

Yan Nu thought about it, shook his head and said: "No, after I die, my consciousness can only slightly touch all microscopic things and create a trace of connection."

"So I can only incarnate my own body and the things that have lived together."

Miaohan frowned: "Then how did you use this plasma to incarnate?"

Yan Nu said: "This ball of plasma is the result of my corpse, and every atom of it is closely connected with me."

"I let it come back together, and it came back together."

Both Yeren and Miaohan suddenly realized that this was the case.

Without saying a word, Miaohan immediately opened the Daozang and took out the Emperor's Treasure House, from which countless symbiotic magic weapons and energy flew out.

Sure enough, as soon as these enter the range of Yan Slave's seventh sense, they can immediately become his body!

It's like using an arm to move your fingers! Compared to the past, I don't know how much more convenient it is.

And the scary thing is that it was obviously a samadhi fire, but when it burned up, it almost sealed the savages!

"What the hell? Is this a true immortal-level sealing secret?"

The savage was infused with the true fire of Samadhi. As a result, not only did he not burn, but a large amount of matter was sealed away.

Such a strange phenomenon made him brain-burning.

If he hadn't inherited the Mysticism of the Void Spirit, there were also many substances and energies that Yan Slave didn't understand. I'm afraid that he would be caught off guard and would be completely sealed.

"Okay, okay, Xingtian, your potential is indeed endless."

"But I'm not that simple. After all, you are still a body of plasma..."

"Try this trick, electromagnetic cold silence."

The savage looked solemn, and he felt relieved when he saw that Yan Nu was so invincible.

He immediately decided to go all out and fight to the death.

In an instant, a mysterious force, like a translucent halo of light, burst into bloom with the savage as its center.

The speed was so fast that the moment I saw it had already passed by.

Yan Slave's plasma body fell instantly, and every inch of shining high-temperature material seemed to be flattened by boundless power!

At the microscopic level, the electric mist-like thing that Yan Slave had sensed before was almost crucified!

In an instant, he changed from plasma state to a ball of white mist.

The body of white mist is extremely cold, floating and falling, constantly absorbing the surrounding heat, but it is not active, and is still suppressed to an extremely cold state.

Everything froze wherever it passed, and blue snowflakes fell from the atmosphere.

"Both electricity and magnetism originate from the same force, and the combination and collision of all things in the world are also based on it."

"When this force is suppressed by Wanqu's metaphysics, no matter how much energy it absorbs, it will not change again, and its activity will be suppressed at a certain temperature."

The savage said, but he did not dare to take it lightly.

Sure enough, the white mist was silent for a moment, then floated up again, and still maintained the image of Yan Slave.

However, it is very low energy and the energy level is suppressed within an extremely low threshold.

He continued to absorb the energy around him, and countless snowflakes fell, but his volume of mist only expanded slowly.

"Yan Slave! Are you okay!" Miao Han couldn't understand the savage's tricks, and sighed that Xu Ling's metaphysics was so terrible that he could suppress the energy to a high level without being able to increase it.

"Uh... I feel a little uncomfortable, but I'm fine." Yan Nu, who was in a strange white mist state, still made a sound.

Then the body tore out a breath of cold air, which was very slowly sucked back into the body.

The savage smiled: "With such imbecility, you will become extremely slow and impossible to catch up with me."

With that said, he turned around and fled in the direction of the divine bird spirit, intending to meet up with it.

"call out!"

Unexpectedly, as soon as he turned around, Yan Nu had already flashed in front of him and pinched him!

"It's the teleportation cloud!" The savage's eyes widened.

Just now Yan Nu took out a mouthful of cold air and swallowed it back. He didn't think much about it. Now he thought about it, isn't this the starting move to eat the teleportation cloud and trigger the teleportation?

That purple cloud is still there? Or has it always been there? Why is it white!

"You fused with Ziyun? Yes, that was your previous symbiotic creature!" the savage exclaimed.

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p.s: Sorry.
Chapter completed!