Wu Family Sword Spirit

Chapter 1127 Thousand Miles of Blood Escape

In other words, when I first saw this rickety figure, I didn't feel the slightest fear, but just curious.

Just now, the Blood Spirit Saint bit off her tongue and burst blood vessels all over her body. The great god said it was some kind of blood poison witchcraft. I thought it was some extraordinary means, but it turned out that a bad old man was summoned.

This method is strange, I have never seen it before.

The old man walked out of the blood mist slowly, walking very slowly, and trembling, giving people the impression that he is very old, he has reached the end of his life, and I can't feel any practitioners from him I really don't know what the blood spirit saintess did for bringing the old man here after losing that old bull's nose and making herself half dead.

However, if something goes wrong, he will become a monster. Since this old man appears here, he must have his reasons, otherwise the great god possessing Bai Zhan would not see this old man so afraid.

I walked slowly to the side of the nine-tailed demon fox and asked cautiously: "Sister Da Xian'er, what is going on?"

The nine-tailed demon fox turned his head and looked at me, still looking icy, but didn't say a word.

The old man walked these few steps for two minutes before he came to the Blood Spirit Holy Girl who had turned into an old woman. He squinted his eyes and took a look, sighed and said, "Disciple... Why are you doing this... Using such an extreme method to summon Master Qianli Blood Escape here, all your cultivation in this life will be ruined... Sigh!"

I rub!

Hearing the old man say this, I trembled in fright and took a deep breath.

This old man turned out to be the master of the Blood Spirit Saint. In other words, he was the Blood Spirit Patriarch, the leader of the Blood Spirit Sect!

This is a big deal.

This Blood Spirit Ancestor is a top master on the same level as my great-great-grandfather. The most elite figure in the world today, the Dan Chengshan Zhiqing Master has an extremely high level of cultivation. He is just like a child in front of such an old devil.

In front of such an old devil, he could easily crush me to death with just one finger.

There is no need to fight hard at this, it is completely a rhythm of seeking death.

At this time, the great god possessing Bai Zhan suddenly took two steps back again, and said in great horror: "Boy, I can't help you this time, even if you dig up the grave of me." , Pindao has no complaints, this old devil is too powerful, Pindao took the first step..."

After saying that, Bai Zhan's body shook, and a stream of clear air flew out from Bai Zhan's Tianling Cap, heading towards the void.

However, once this Blood Spirit Ancestor appears, how can he be allowed to leave just as he wants?
"The visitor is a guest, my friend, please don't leave in a hurry..." As he said that, the Blood Spirit Ancestor stretched out his hand and pointed far away in the direction where the great god was floating, and the pure aura was frozen in place. He fell into the air and could no longer escape.

As the saying goes, an expert will know if there is one as soon as he makes a move.

The blood spirit ancestor just stretched out a finger and froze the ghost cultivator Bai Zhan invited out in mid-air. Such cultivation has already reached a state of transformation that I may never be able to achieve in my life. realm.

At this time, I really understood one thing. Why I didn't feel the aura of a practitioner in this old man just now was because this old man's cultivation had reached an extreme level, a state of returning to nature.

For a real master, you don't feel what kind of master he is. He is hidden among the crowd, and you think he is just an ordinary person, unremarkable. But once he takes action, you realize how terrifying he is.

Everything is simplified, and the opponent's life can be taken with just a few gestures.

This is the principle of simplicity.

Even when I faced my great-great-grandfather, I was not as stressed as this old man.

In front of him, I didn't even dare to move. It's okay not to move. Maybe he didn't notice me as a small role. Once I showed hostility towards him, I would probably die as soon as he made a move. .

After freezing the ghost cultivator, the Blood Spirit Ancestor raised his head and took a closer look at the group of people in the dilapidated factory.

Monk Hua and Daoxuan were recuperating under the protection of the purple golden bowl. Bai Zhan collapsed after using the art of inviting gods and fell to the ground. His cheap little senior sister looked blankly at the old man not far away, and followed I usually don't dare to move at all.

At this moment, even the nine-tailed demon fox stood there quietly, not daring to feel the slightest joy.

After taking a general glance and seeing everything in sight, the Blood Spirit Ancestor said calmly: "They are all juniors. It seems that there are not many people in the Wuwei Sect. Should I kill these people or not? If not, So what if I, this disciple, have a blood feud? If I kill him, I'm afraid others will gossip about me and say I'm old and disrespectful and bully these juniors..."

As soon as the Blood Spirit Ancestor finished speaking, there was suddenly a strange sound above his head. A man in Taoist robes floated down and stood next to me. Just as that man stood still, another man floated from the roof. Get down.

I turned around and was shocked again. I didn't recognize the first Taoist priest who jumped down. He looked to be at least eighty years old, but the second Taoist priest looked very familiar to me. It was the Master Tianling of the Wuwei Sect whom I met during the battle in the snowy mountains.

The two of them are masters of the Wuwei sect, and they must be Bai Zhan's uncle and master.

Before I could recover, another veteran jumped down from the roof and walked towards me.

The old Taoist priest was a little chubby. As soon as he stood still, he heard Bai Zhan's junior sister suddenly shouting excitedly: "Grandpa... you are here..."

This shout was both exciting and unexpected.

The co-author is Tianhong Zhenren, Bai Zhan’s third master uncle.

Three of Master Wuwei's four disciples came at once, and now the show really started.

The three Taoist priests stood in a row, cupped their hands towards the Blood Spirit Ancestor, and said politely in unison: "Junior pays a visit to Master Cai..."

When he saw the three of them, the Blood Spirit Ancestor was not panicked, but suddenly burst into laughter and said: "Hahaha... This is interesting. You guys from the Wuwei Sect are basically all here, but it's a pity that The cultivation level of the three of you brothers is not very good. If Bai Yingjie comes over, I might take a high look. Among you brothers, that kid’s cultivation level is pretty good..."

"If the three juniors can't cultivate enough, what about me?" A familiar voice suddenly came from all directions. When I heard this voice, I was shocked and suddenly excited.

(End of this chapter)