Wonderland

Chapter 731
A sluggish look appeared on the face of the Ancestor Hentian, feeling the torn meridians in his body, his eyes shone with horror.

"Xiantian Zichi Zhenlei, one of the three great congenital divine thunders, I never thought that you would have developed such powerful supernatural powers."

Xiao Lin also had a puzzled expression on his face, the Heaven-hating patriarch was hit by the congenital purple chizhen lightning on his Qingluan thunder sword, it stands to reason that his body has turned into a ball of paste at this moment, and he was seriously injured.

But Xiao Lin saw black and red flames burning on his body again, and his sluggish spirit also cheered up again in an instant.

Obviously, the blood-colored elixir that he had taken before was not something to be taken lightly. It not only increased the combat power of the ancestor of Hetian, but also gave him the ability to recover from injuries instantly.

This made Xiao Lin's face darken.

"Boy, I didn't expect a genius like you to emerge from Dancao Mountain. I really surprised this old man. If you were given another hundred years, I'm afraid that this old man would also fall into your hands, but you have no chance." Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, Hateful Ancestor said coldly.

As soon as the words were finished, with a wave of the sleeve robe of the ancestor hate the sky, a red and black magic light flashed, and his body disappeared without a trace.

Xiao Lin frowned, and the 24 Qingluan ice swords turned into a piece of sword light, spinning around it non-stop.

At the same time, Xiao Lin pointed at the Tiandun Mirror above his head from a distance, and the Tiandun Mirror expanded several times again, turning into a huge silver mirror with the size of tens of feet, and the dark green aura kept flickering on the mirror surface.

Then, from the sky mirror, a large piece of dark green spiritual light suddenly swept across, forming a fan shape, spreading out, and wherever it passed, countless icicles appeared on the void.

Tens of feet away, a dark red aura flashed, and the Ancestor Hentian showed his figure with a face full of surprise. On the demon soul banner in his hand, there was a cloud of black magic light floating, expanding and expanding continuously.

After it had grown to several feet in size, it suddenly turned into a huge hideous human head with a sound of "咻". After a slight sway, it came in front of Xiao Lin, and opened its mouth to bite Xiao Lin.

Xiao Lin's face sank, and with a thought, countless sword lights oscillated out, forming layers of sword energy, and shot towards the monster with the head.

Immediately afterwards, a scene that surprised Xiao Lin appeared. Countless sword lights, after hitting the monster with a human head, penetrated without hindrance and disappeared into the busy void.

"Turn reality into fiction?" Xiao Lin showed a surprised expression on his face. This secret art of turning reality into fiction is extremely rare, and most of them are sacrificed by monks of the magic way. Once practiced, in the process of fighting with the enemy, often It can have unexpected effects.

Xiao Lin's reaction was also extremely fast. When he sensed that the human-headed monster in front of him could change from reality to reality, his figure continued to retreat, and at the same time, a white aura flashed between his eyebrows.

The white aura suddenly exploded, like a small sun, flashing circles of white halos and spreading out.

After the human-headed monster was shot by the white halo, it immediately showed pain, and the dark red aura on its body also began to dim at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"What a powerful divine sense?"

Before Hentian Patriarch could make any further moves, a blue flame suddenly ignited on Xiao Lin's body, and the flame disappeared in a flash, and at this moment, a blue flame also flickered on the 24 Qingluan ice swords .

Accompanied by bursts of phoenix cries, the 24 Qingluan ice swords suddenly turned into 24 huge sword lights at several times the speed, and slashed at the ancestor of Hetian.

The speed was so fast that he couldn't even think of it, the face of the ancestor Hentian changed drastically, and the speed of Bao Feijian against Fa was beyond imagination.

He didn't even have time to drive the mana and move it away.

He had no choice but to open his mouth, and shot out three circular shields shining with jet-black devilish energy from it, which swelled to the size of Zhang Xu, superimposed together, and blocked in front of him.

As soon as this step was completed, the huge sword lights transformed by the 24 Qingluan ice swords were already chopped off one by one.

"boom."

"boom."

Every time the sword light fell, Patriarch Hentian's face turned pale. When the third Qingluan ice sword fell, one side of the three round shields suddenly made a "click", and then It flew out in pieces.

Patriarch Heantian only felt a sharp pain in his heart, couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood, and his face was extremely pale.

But he didn't hesitate at all, the spouted blood directly shot into the remaining two shields, not only that, he spit out a mouthful of red and black blood again, and shot into the shield.

The two shields suddenly burst into inspiration, and dense black runes appeared on the surface. Compared with before, the defense power has increased by more than a few times.

Unfortunately, he didn't know that the azure flame that was burning on Xiao Lin's body before was actually the little spirit technique he practiced, the little explosion technique.

After using it, the power of Qingluan Ice Sword was increased several times immediately, and the speed alone increased the power of Qingluan Ice Sword by more than [-] times when it fell.

When the tenth Qingluan ice sword slashed down, cracks appeared on the surface of the second round jet-black shield, and then under the light of the No. 11 Qingluan ice sword, it turned into fireflies all over the sky.

Patriarch Hentian was immediately frightened. Once his three black scale shields with magic patterns were cut to pieces, his own being under the opponent's magic weapon might not be much better than the three shields.

Thinking of this, without hesitation, a dark red demonic light flashed on his body, and he had already retreated tens of feet away.

And at this time, under Xiao Lin's powerful divine sense, the human-headed monster also wailed, and rushed into the demon soul banner, no matter how the Heaven-hating Patriarch drove it, it couldn't come out.

Seeing this, Ancestor Hentian was horrified, knowing that he was no match for Xiao Lin, he already had the idea of ​​retreating.

But the speed of the other party's escape was astonishing, even if he wanted to escape, he might not be able to escape. Thinking of this, he suddenly had evil thoughts in his heart.

With a wave of his sleeve robe, a large black flame shot out suddenly, and turned into a hundred poisonous demon flame covering more than ten miles. This group of hundred poisonous demon flames, driven by him, went straight to the snow prison. fall.

Many disciples of Dancao Mountain who were closed in the snow prison were all scared out of their wits when they saw the magic flames falling towards them.

Some weak-willed people even began to panic.

"Why are you nervous?" At this moment, Luan Yufu suddenly opened her eyes, and under the angry rebuke, several sword lights flashed from her hand, and several people who were running away were cut into several sections immediately.

Shocked, the rest of the people stopped immediately and looked at Luan Yufu with fear on their faces. At the same time, they could only hope that the large defensive formation at Xuelao Pass could resist the poisonous attacks of the Heaven-hating Patriarch. magic flame.

Xiao Lin's face also changed when he saw a large expanse of poisonous demon flames falling towards Xuelaoguan. He knew very well that although the defensive formation of Xuelaoguan was amazing, it was only for immortal cultivators below Jindan.

For monks like them in the Nascent Soul stage, it is not worth mentioning.

Once the Hundred Poison Demon Flame falls, the formation of Xuelao Pass will be breached in a short while. Thinking of this, Xiao Lin slammed a star ring hanging from his waist with his right hand.

(End of this chapter)