In his eyes, there was a deep look of fatigue, and even a faint red color.

It was not the color of the sea of ​​blood, but the blood caused by excessive fatigue. With Yu Linghe's current strength, his physical fitness was not inferior to the most powerful racial strongman. However, the blood in his eyes at this time showed his fatigue.

The erratic blood-colored figure slowly moved and gradually turned into a figure.

This figure is Yu Linghe, almost the same as himself.

"I am your combat partner, my partner who has conquered the entire earth with you."

A familiar but unfamiliar voice came from his mouth, and scenes of vivid scenes surged into his heart again. Yu Linghe could see that he fought side by side with him, defeated countless powerful races, and finally succeeded.

However, when looking at these familiar scenes, Yu Linghe felt an unreal feeling in his heart.

Although everything was so vivid, the sarcastic look on the corner of Yu Linghe's mouth gradually expanded.

"You are my combat partner, so, what are your names?"

"My name is the son of luck, and I am your destined combat partner." The figure said without hesitation: "As long as you and I join forces, you can get everything!"

Yu Linghe looked up and said slowly: "It's the gods who have obtained everything..."

"No, it's not the gods, but us!" The figure fluctuated slightly, but his voice was passionate: "Our joining forces are the true king of luck and the master of this world. As for everything else, it is a stumbling block on our road to success. We must overcome all obstacles and destroy all the obstacles!"

The figure looked at Yu Linghe affectionately, stretched out a hand, slowly approached, and said, "Come on, we will join forces and we will definitely realize all our dreams."

Yu Linghe's eyes were confused, and he stretched out his hand blankly, overlapping with the figure's palm. The figure's face showed a relieved smile, looking quite happy.

However, the moment they closed their hands, the smile on the figure's face suddenly frozen, and replaced by a look of panic.

"Yu Linghe, my combat companion, what do you want to do?" He couldn't help but yell.

Yu Linghe looked at him silently, with no trace of confusion in his eyes: "I remember that my combat partner is the son of luck, but it is not you."

Turning his head, Yu Linghe suddenly shouted: "Little White Dragon!"

The sound of this sentence is not very loud, but it has unparalleled penetration. The sound spreads from afar, rushing towards the void in front of him one after another like a wave.

"Bang..."

It seemed as if something broke in the void and it turned into nothing.

The scenery in front of Yu Linghe suddenly changed. He was still sitting on the white dragon horse. In front of him, the huge sea of ​​blood was surging, while the soul of the dragon spear floated quietly in the sea of ​​blood, as if it had lost its spirituality and no longer devoured the strange sea water.

“Yu…”

The sound of the white dragon horse's neighing came into his ears. It was the sound of the little white dragon's call that was worried about him and did not hesitate to do anything.

Yu Linghe stretched out his hand and gently stroked the white dragon horse's neck.

Feeling the familiar palm and the familiar warmth, the violent white dragon horse immediately returned to its calm. It turned its big head and looked at Yu Linghe deeply, as if it was complaining about something.

Although it didn't know what happened to Yu Linghe, it understood one thing very clearly.

That is, Yu Linghe's mind is not here just now. If it does not take measures, it is likely to lose its only combat partner. Therefore, even for its own sake, it will complain a few times.

Yu Linghe smiled slightly and said, "Little White Dragon, don't worry, I will not lose myself anymore."

The mysterious consciousness was extremely powerful. After entering Yu Linghe's sea of ​​consciousness, it did not collide with his power, but only induced him. After a hundred thousand times of enlargement, this induction reached an incredible level, causing Yu Linghe to fall into a trap without knowing it.

The one who formed a combat partner with Yu Linghe was the son of the Yang-faced Qiyun. However, in that illusion, he formed a combat partner with the Yin-faced Qiyun. If Yu Linghe did not resist the temptation of this power and believed it to be true, then the first one who died would definitely be the Bailong Horse beside him.

This is the confrontation of the spiritual world. Although there is no physical battle that makes people dizzy, it is too dangerous to talk about the degree of danger.

The Brachio Gun trembled slightly, as if it had ignited some signal.

The dragon soul, which was silent in the sea of ​​blood, as if asleep, suddenly woke up again and became stronger.

It shook its head and tail, stirring the sea of ​​blood again to the earth. Moreover, next to its constantly dancing body, there were cracked spaces. These spaces were not fixed, but were constantly moving and changing as its body was constantly moving.

Every broken space has unimaginable power. Once it touches the sea of ​​blood, it will be cut and sent into the gap in the space.

This blood sea is extremely powerful and has indescribable power. However, the dragon spear that fights it is even more powerful. With this almost despicable means, it weakens the power of the blood sea bit by bit.

Yu Linghe and the White Dragon Horse watched quietly. The dragon's powerful spirit showed its divine power and crushed the blood sea. Moreover, what it absorbed was not the power of Yu Linghe and the White Dragon Horse, which supported it to fight and became more courageous as it fought, was squeezed out from the sea of ​​blood in the broken space.

In other words, as long as this sea of ​​blood exists, the dragon's soul can always suppress it.

The white dragon horse blinked his big eyes and looked up at Yu Linghe, flashing with a confused look.

If you know Ling He, then the White Dragon Horse may be the second one except himself.

After all, the four words "Fighting Partner" are not for nothing.

Therefore, the White Dragon Horse was quite surprised by Ling He's performance at this moment. The strength this guy showed seemed to be much stronger than he expected. The Dragon Power controlled by his spiritual power had achieved such an achievement.

Yu Linghe felt its gaze and couldn't help but smile and said, "Little White Dragon, have you ever heard that if you survive a disaster, you will have good fortune?"

The white dragon horse nodded happily.

Yu Linghe continued, "I am a typical example. Haha, now my spiritual power has finally reached red."

The sun is seven colors, and red is the most respected.

Yu Linghe's previous mental strength and physical fitness have reached the orange realm after years of tempering and adventure.

However, if you want to be promoted at this point, the difficulty is beyond ordinary people's imagination. Perhaps, how difficult it is to become a saint in a single thought, how much resistance Yu Linghe will encounter.

However, what surprised him was that when he broke free from the temptation of strange thoughts, the originally stagnant spiritual power was rejuvenated. The orange spiritual water in the sea of ​​consciousness deepened its color and finally showed a red central circle.

Although the area in the central circle is not very large, it is a sign of improvement in mental power.

As long as Yu Linghe continues to practice hard, it will be only a matter of time before turning all the spiritual waters in the sea of ​​consciousness into the brightest and most powerful red.

Moreover, now I have achieved unexpected results with a small trial, which is indeed a joy to have.

The white dragon horse neighed, its iron hooves trembled slightly, and the breath on its body became stronger and stronger.

Yu Ling He Chang laughed and said, "Okay, let's go!"

Each man and his horse turned into a gorgeous white light, and he also threw himself into the sea of ​​blood.

The next moment, the sea of ​​blood became more and more boiling, and the blood-colored light flowed, as if it was about to submerge the entire world. At this time, Yu Linghe and the White Dragon Horse had already gathered with the dragon in the sea of ​​blood. They looked at each other and suddenly merged all their power into one.

So, in the next moment, an unparalleled magnificence burst out from them.

The light is like a real sun, with the strong heat released from it, making everything boil.

The sea is boundless, but what terrible consequences will be caused by throwing a real sun into the sea?

At this time, this scene seemed to happen in front of Ling He's eyes. All the blood-colored sea water was instantly vaporized by the strong sunlight. Moreover, the light spreads continuously to the surroundings. No matter how wide the sea of ​​blood is, it cannot cover the light of the pure world.

Finally, when the light completely penetrated the sea of ​​blood, the entire sea of ​​blood began to tremble.

This is not the surging of the sea water, but like a living body being greatly stimulated, so it began to shake.

Yu Linghe's eyelids flipped slightly. At this time, the scorching sunlight was also transformed by his spiritual power, so his control over sunlight was extremely meticulous.

Outside that sea of ​​blood, it was actually a very familiar place.

The main peak of Shu Sect.

Isn’t this sea of ​​blood a son of yin-faced luck? How come it became the master peak of Shu Sect after breaking through?

Countless thoughts flashed through Linghe's mind in an instant, and he immediately recalled everything.

A helpless smile appeared on his face, and Yu Linghe's wrist trembled slightly, and the released power suddenly began to restrain himself.

Although the Dragon Spear Soul was unwilling to give up, he could not disobey Yu Linghe's orders, so he had to let out an angry roar and then escape into the gun.

Although the White Dragon Horse is inexplicable, it chose to believe in its combat partner without hesitation.
Chapter completed!