Start: Forced by the family to become a magician

Looking at the corpses all over the ground, the withered old man continued to walk towards the swamp as if he had done a trivial matter.

"Who are you? How dare you be presumptuous here and die for me!"

A majestic voice came from behind the withered old man, and at the same time a group of golden flames blasted towards the old man.

The haggard old man felt the temperature rise suddenly behind him, he stopped and his expression remained unchanged.

"call…"

Before the golden flame touched the withered old man's body, it suddenly went out and disappeared.

"kindness??"

Seeing this, Lord Fentian's pupils shrank slightly.

It might not be easy for this old man who suddenly appeared to be able to neutralize his own flame so easily.

"Who are you?!"

Lord Fentian stared at the gray and withered old man's back, and asked in a deep voice.

As soon as the words fell, the withered old man turned around slowly.

"Oh? I said why does this flame have a sense of familiarity, so it's you, little guy?"

The haggard old man raised his brows when he saw Lord Fentian, with a hint of surprise in his tone.

Lord Fentian was stunned when he heard the words.

Then he seemed to think of something, and stared at the withered old man closely.

After counting interest.

"You... you are the Undead Patriarch?!"

Mojun Fentian's complexion changed drastically, and his tone trembled slightly.

"Hehe, little guy remembered..."

The Undead Ancestor twitched the corner of his mouth, revealing a terrifying smile.

"It's really you!!"

Mojun Fentian cried out in shock, completely losing his usual majestic and solemn appearance.

The Immortal Patriarch, who was a master of Yuanshi Realm hundreds of years ago, was lucky enough to meet Lord Fentian several times. Because he was a senior in the demonic way, he had also been instructed by the Immortal Patriarch.

Unexpectedly, the Undead Patriarch is still alive today!

"Ex...Senior, I don't know why you came here?"

Lord Fentian came back to his senses, and asked cautiously.

"Old Ancestor, I'm here to find that blood lord..."

The Undead Patriarch spoke slowly, his old voice was full of coldness.

When Fen Tian Mojun heard this, his heart skipped a beat.

"I don't know why the senior came to look for Lord Blood Lord?"

Lord Fentian's tone became more and more cautious.

"Master Blood Lord?"

The Undead Patriarch narrowed his eyes, and exuded a terrifying coercion from his body.

"senior…"

Mojun Fentian only felt a gigantic mountain pressing down on him, and his complexion suddenly turned pale.

Before Fentian Mojun finished speaking, the Immortal Patriarch appeared in front of him, and a bony hand grabbed Fentian Mojun's neck.

"Take Patriarch and I will find the blood lord you mentioned."

The Undead Patriarch said quietly.

Seeing this situation, Lord Fentian knew that the person who came was not good, but there was nothing he could do.

How to do?

Although he knew that Fang Mo's strength was very strong, Fang Mo was in the Yuan Dynasty after all.

This Undead Patriarch is a strong Yuanshi Realm!

"Will you not?"

The Undead Patriarch's tone was cold, and he increased the strength of his hands.

"Ho...ho..."

Lord Fentian's face flushed red, and he let out a painful voice.

After a while, Lord Fentian couldn't hold on anymore.

"I...I'll take you there..."

Chapter 208 The Horror of the Yuanshi Realm

Outside the Blood God Temple, groups of blood-robed demons patrolled back and forth, and in the empty square, Xiaoxue also stretched out its tens of meters of python body, basking comfortably in the sun.

Of course, there were a few blood-robed demons around who carefully cleaned its body.

Suddenly, Xiaoxue's python body suddenly stood up, the snake's pupils stood upside down, facing a certain direction in the distance, making uneasy hissing noises continuously.

When the surrounding blood-robed demon cultivators were confused, a gray 'meteor' hit the center of the square.

"boom!"

The earth is shaking, the dust is flying.

The surrounding blood-robed demon cultivators stared closely at the center of the square, as if facing a formidable enemy.

After a few breaths, the dust and smoke cleared, and two figures appeared in front of everyone.

The moment the two figures appeared, the complexions of the surrounding blood-robed demons changed drastically.

"Master Demon Lord?!"

A blood-robed demon cultivator stared wide-eyed, looking at Lord Fentian in disbelief.

At this time, the Fentian Mojun was strangled by the undead ancestor beside him, and his face was ashen.

The eyes of the blood-robed demon cultivators were full of horror. You must know that Lord Fentian is a super strong man at the ninth level of the Primordial Realm, but now he is being captured without any resistance.

"You... who are you?!"

A blood-robed demon cultivator asked tremblingly.

"Humph."

The Undead Patriarch snorted coldly, and a terrifying coercion directly sent all the blood-robed demon cultivators flying away.

The Undead Patriarch didn't stop, and walked straight towards the Blood Temple.

"Hiss... hiss..."

The bloody wind roared, Xiaoxue rushed towards the Undead Patriarch with his bloody mouth wide open.

"what…"

The Undead Patriarch looked at Xiaoxue with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

Immediately afterwards, the Undead Patriarch raised his withered hand, and tapped Xiaoxue lightly.

"Oh!"

Xiaoxue felt that he was hit hard by a [-]-jin giant hammer, and the huge python's head hit the ground heavily.

In the next second, the little blood snake's pupils opened angrily, and it controlled the huge snake tail to violently yank towards the undead ancestor.

"Boom..."

The tail of the snake swept across, and a deep ravine was plowed out on the ground.

Seeing this, the Undead Patriarch became more interested in his eyes.

I saw him grasping in the air, and a huge ghost claw appeared out of thin air, pressing Xiaoxue's python body hard on the ground, unable to move.

"Roar..."

Xiaoxue kept twisting and struggling, but he couldn't get rid of the ghost claw's suppression.

"Little thing, follow me from now on."

The Undead Patriarch looked at the struggling Xiaoxue and said slowly.

The calm tone was full of lofty Ling Ran, as if following him was a great gift to Xiaoxue.

"Bold! Old thing, how dare you covet the master's beast!"

The Five Poison Rakshasa also came out of the Blood Temple at this time, angrily yelling at the Undead Patriarch.

Hearing this, the Immortal Patriarch turned his head to look at the angry Five Poison Rakshasa.

"Hehe, Patriarch, I am short of a personal servant girl by my side..."

Seeing the glamorous appearance of the Five Poison Rakshasa, a gleam of light flashed in the eyes of the Immortal Patriarch.

Immediately afterwards, the Immortal Patriarch casually threw the Fentian Mojun aside, and slowly walked towards the Five Poison Rakshasa.

"you wanna die!"

The Five Poison Raksha gave a coquettish screech, and attacked the Undead Patriarch with a boundless poisonous mist.

Wherever the poisonous mist passed, the air was corroded and creaking.

"Be careful! He is the Undead Patriarch!!"

The Burning Demon Monarch on the ground roared and reminded.

"Undead Patriarch??"

The Five Poison Raksha paused, a hint of horror appeared on his charming face.

At the moment when she lost her mind, a withered palm passed through the heavy poisonous fog and directly strangled the five poisonous Raksha's neck.