Wonderland

Chapter 696 Blood Robe Ancestor
The patriarch Hei Ling only saw a dazzling dark green aura flashing in front of his eyes.

Immediately after, an unusually handsome young figure emerged, half of his face and bare hands were covered with fine golden scales.

It looked like it had been waiting here for a long time, with a dark green flame emitting from its hands, printing it towards his chest.

A trace of despair rose in Patriarch Hei Ling's heart. He knew that this person obviously wanted to put himself to death, and he had already laid a net here, just waiting for him to take the bait.

This place is only a few hundred miles away from Xiaoyu Island, he never imagined that someone would lay an ambush here and come just for him.

Moreover, the handsome young man in front of him was very strange to him, so he should have no enmity with him.

But Patriarch Hei Ling didn't have time to think about when he offended the person in front of him. He opened his mouth and shot out a jade-colored shield, which grew to the size of ten feet and blocked in front of him.

"Bang." Xiao Lin punched the jade-colored shield, and a large expanse of Qingyan spiritual fire instantly wrapped the jade-colored shield. In the blink of an eye, the jade-colored shield was sealed in a thick layer of ice.

"Crack."

Patriarch Hei Ling felt a violent shock in his mind, and immediately saw a crack appear on the jade shield he sacrificed, and the crack began to spread, densely covering the entire jade shield in the blink of an eye.

"boom."

The jade shield shattered into pieces along with the black ice, and Patriarch Hei Ling's face turned pale, and he spat out a mouthful of blood again.

And at this time, a dark green sword light shot from behind him, and at the moment when his mind was severely injured because of the talisman of his life, he swirled slightly around his neck, and suddenly a head of the ancestor of the black spirit was chopped off Come.

From the head and neck, a ball of green light shot out, and one could vaguely see a baby about an inch in size inside, with a frightened face, holding a star ring in both hands, and disappeared without a trace after a slight shake.

Immediately afterwards, it emerged hundreds of feet away, and then turned into a blue rainbow, shooting towards the distance.

"Let's stay." Xiao Lin had a sneer on the corner of his mouth, and the green wings behind him flapped suddenly, and Xiao Lin's figure suddenly disappeared without a trace.

A trace of joy flashed across the face of the Nascent Soul of Patriarch Hei Ling. The person who ambushed him was extremely terrifying in combat power. Even he had no power to fight back. After a few encounters, two natal magic weapons were destroyed. , the body was also beheaded.

Fortunately, his Nascent Soul is still there. As long as he can escape, he can find another good body and spend decades of cultivation to regain his mana in the Nascent Soul stage.

After he seized his body and regained his mana, he must find out who the person who attacked him was, and he must be killed to avenge his hatred.

Thinking of this, the baby also showed a gritted expression on his face.

Suddenly, Patriarch Hei Ling saw a flash of inspiration in front of his eyes, and a figure reappeared, showing two rows of white teeth, smiling towards himself.

The Nascent Soul of Patriarch Hei Ling's expression changed drastically, and he pinched the magic formula with his two little hands, and was about to perform teleportation to escape.

But before it was activated, he felt his whole body tense up suddenly, and then an icy force enveloped him. The next moment, he felt his eyes go dark, and he fell into eternal darkness.

Xiao Lin looked coldly at the Nascent Soul of the Hei Ling Patriarch whose palm had been frozen by his Qingyan spiritual fire, and a sharp divine sense shot into the Nascent Soul of the Hei Ling Patriarch.

Xiao Lin actually performed the soul-searching method on the Nascent Soul of the ancestor of the black spirit.

After the cup of tea, with a "bang", the Nascent Soul of Patriarch Hei Ling turned into countless blue auras and disappeared in all directions.

In Xiao Lin's palm, only one star ring exuding green light was left.

Xiao Lin casually put Xingjie into his arms, and with a thought, a cloud of five-color aura shot into his palm, and the eighteen Qingluan ice swords shot into his mouth like fish and disappeared. .

After doing all this, Xiao Lin showed a chill on his face, and with a slight sway of his body, a large dark green aura emerged from his body.

After the aura dissipated, Xiao Lin had already turned into the appearance of Patriarch Hei Ling.

Xiao Lin pinched a mirror water formula, and saw that his appearance was exactly the same as that of the black spirit ancestor, whether it was his appearance or the fluctuation of his mana. .

Xiao Lin nodded in satisfaction, and then turned into a blue aura, flying towards Xiaoyu Island.

Xiao Lin turned into the appearance of the ancestor of Hei Ling, and came to the innermost five tables, deliberately distanced himself from Boy Hehuan and Fairy Tianyu, and sat on the next table.

Seeing that it was almost noon, there were already 12 people sitting at the tables of the five Yuanying stage monks, and there were still six people who had not come.

However, Xiao Lin also knew that it was impossible for 18 people to gather together. For example, Patriarch Jinhe was also one of the 72 island owners, but he had already fallen into his hands, so it was impossible to come to participate in the fairy meeting.

Not long after Xiao Lin took his seat, he suddenly put down the wine glass in his hand and looked up at the sky.

From the western sky, there was a black magic cloud floating, and there was a scream of misery in the cloud.

Before the magic cloud came over Xiaoyu Island, it brought gusts of sinister wind. Fortunately, people like Xiao Lin were in the Nascent Soul Stage, so a little sinister wind naturally couldn't shake them.

The dark wind was blowing, and the group of immortal cultivators in the Foundation Establishment Stage were stumbling around, and the dishes on the wine table in front of them were also flying in all directions.

Xiao Lin saw several Nascent Soul monsters beside him looking at the magic cloud in the void, all showing expressions of horror, which made Xiao Lin also very surprised.

I was also guessing in my heart, could it be that someone came to make trouble?If this is the case, it is exactly what he wants, and he is also here to disrupt the situation. Naturally, the more chaos the better.

The shrill screams were getting closer and closer, and in the blink of an eye, they came to the sky above the square. The magic cloud that had covered several miles suddenly shrank to the size of Zhang Xu, like a ball of pitch-black ink, tightly enveloping the figures inside.

From time to time, the pitch-black demonic energy burst out with ferocious faces, including adults, children, and even infants who were several months old.

Seeing Xiao Lin also frowned.

"Dare to ask, is the ancestor of the blood-robed ancestor of the Corpse Blood Cave on Beiman Island?" A girl in her twenties bowed to Hei Yun and asked.

Xiao Lin on the side was also slightly taken aback when he heard the words. As far as he knew, there seemed to be no blood-robed patriarch among the Nascent Soul cultivators in Island 72.

After hearing the words, the pitch-black demonic energy did not make a sound, but quietly hung in the air a few feet high.

But after the girl's voice fell, there was a commotion all around, and even Boy Hehuan and Fairy Tianyu showed panic expressions on their faces.

It seems that the origin of this blood-robed ancestor is quite amazing.

"Concubine Jade Demon, you are so arrogant. I didn't come to greet you in person. Do you want me to break into your Jade Demon Palace?" A moment later, a shrill voice sounded from the dark demonic energy. As soon as the sound came out, the complexions of those foundation-building monks with relatively low cultivation bases below suddenly changed, and their bodies staggered as if they were drunk.

"Old blood-robed patriarch, today is the Jade Spirit Fruit Fairy Fair held by my Jade Devil Palace. If fellow Taoists come to congratulate you, then my concubine will naturally welcome you, but if you come to make trouble, then my concubine will have to. I can experience the "corpse demon blood evil skill" of fellow Taoists. "

"Hmph, this ancestor has never been in the habit of eating these mundane things. Your skin is tender and the meat is thin, and you think it is very delicious." The voice sounded again in the dark magic cloud.

The beautiful woman below heard the words, but her pretty face suddenly turned pale, and the spiritual light flashed on her body, and she wanted to run away.

But from the pitch-black demon cloud, a big blood-colored hand suddenly stretched out, grabbed the woman in the air, and dragged her into the demon cloud.

A shrill scream came from the magic cloud, and at the same time there was a sound of chewing, and drops of bright red blood also dripped from the magic cloud.

"Old Patriarch Blood Robe, are you really here to make trouble?" An angry reprimand followed by an emerald green flying sword shot out from the Jade Demon Palace. As soon as it was shot, it turned into a jade-colored sword light that filled the sky, densely packed, and paused for a moment. After a pause, he immediately shot towards the magic cloud.

"Hey, Concubine Jade Demon, since you, a girl who has just advanced to Nascent Soul, still want to compete with the old man, you should invite Jade Demon out."

A large blood-colored hand with a length of several tens of feet shot out from the demonic energy, volleying towards the emerald green flying sword that was all over the body.

Wherever it passed, the countless jade-colored sword energy was shaken away one after another, turning into fine pieces of jade light, which disappeared.

The emerald green flying sword suddenly swelled up, and in an instant, it turned into a size of several tens of feet, and stabbed towards the bloody big hand with a dazzling rainbow.

"Huh? It turned out to be the Jade Demon's Bihan Jade Light Sword Qi."

The emerald green long sword, which was tens of feet in size, suddenly split into nine pieces, piercing through the big bloody hand from nine directions.

The moment the big bloody hand was pierced, it exploded straight away, and the bloody light spread out instantly, covering a radius of hundreds of feet, and the entire sky above the square was covered with a layer of blood.

The nine emerald green long swords merged together again in the midair, and the emerald green aura on the surface was so dim that it was almost invisible to the naked eye.

After whining, it shot into the Jade Demon Palace and disappeared.

The girl's screams, even in the collision with the Jade Demon Concubine just now, did not weaken at all. The screams, coupled with the continuous dripping of blood, made all the monks in the square terrified. They left under the magic cloud one after another, for fear that they would be the next to be caught.

"Hmph." There was a scolding sound.

A ball of cold stars shot out from the Jade Devil Palace, and shot towards the devil cloud in the air.

The group of cold stars fell into Xiao Lin's eyes, and he was shocked. It turned out that the cold stars all over the sky were actually thousands of slender jade needles with finger lengths.

The blood-robed patriarch obviously also noticed the cold stars all over the sky, and couldn't help exclaiming in surprise: "Jade soul cold needle?"

(End of this chapter)