The Museum of Beasts (Museum of Deadly Beasts)

When Lin Jin returned to the Black Wind Demon Sect, the banquet was coming to an end. As the 'master' of the Black Wind Demon Sect, the curator was naturally present at this time, and the Golden Winged Demon had a few glasses of wine, because he was concerned about The only son, so he left early and ran back to his Golden Wing Cliff.

Before leaving, the golden-winged demon said that when his son woke up, he would come to the curator as soon as possible to thank him, and he would definitely repay his life-saving grace.

Lin nodded.

Taking advantage of this matter to completely befriend a sixth-order demon cultivator, it must be a sure-fire business.

After the banquet was over and the guests were sent off, Lin Jin went to see Hu Yuzhen.

Because of the divine needle refining, Hu Yuzhen was still in a drowsy state, and the Tiger Daoist was quite concerned.

At this moment, Lin Jin's expression was serious under his mask. He used the magic needle to make Hu Yuzhen fall asleep. In fact, he was protecting Hu Yuzhen. In addition, it was to seal the strange 'blood talisman' in Hu Yuzhen's body.

Now that everything else has been done, it's time to deal with this blood talisman.

Lin knew as soon as possible the origin of this blood talisman. Before the change, he might be overwhelmed and even difficult to deal with, but now and then, now he has a lot more means than before to deal with this bloody talisman. Symbols are also much easier.

"Tiger Daoist, please stay at the entrance of the cave, and don't allow anyone to come in." At this time, Lin Jin issued orders in the name of the curator, and Hu Daoist naturally did not dare not listen.

After the Tiger Daoist guards the entrance of the cave, there are only the curator and the fake forest left in the cave at this moment.

Lin Jin pinched a magic trick and used the divine refining needle to slowly force the blood talisman out of Hu Yuzhen's body little by little. He saw that a blood talisman was pierced by several divine refining needles at the moment, forced and pulled out abruptly. Hu Yuzhen outside the body.

It can be seen that the blood energy on the blood talisman is beating, and he tried to force the surrounding magic needles back several times, but they all failed without exception. It can be seen that in this matter alone, Lin Jin has the upper hand.

"Where is the sacred place, come out." Lin Jin's tactic changed at this time, and the divine refining needle pierced with the blood talisman also changed accordingly.

It's like half opening the closed door.

In an instant, the blood light appeared on the blood talisman, like a mass of blood suspended in the air, tumbling and flowing, very strange, if a timid person sees this mass of blood mist twisted and deformed, it is estimated that it will scare urine.

After a while, the blood mist condensed and turned into a huge human face.

This man's face is ferocious and terrifying, and the position of his eyes seems to be incited by two dim lights. It is obvious that there is a not weak soul, looking at it through these bloody eyes.

Just looking at the bloody face, Lin Jin seemed to have known him before, and he remembered the next moment.

"It really is it!"

Lin Jin muttered to himself.

It is the ancestor of the blood robe.

Lin Jin had this guess when he saw the blood talisman in Hu Yuzhen's body before, and now seeing the bloody face condensed out, he was even more certain.

In other words, Hu Yuzhen was not actually injured, but only subject to the blood talisman.

Now that the blood talisman has been forced out by Lin Jin with the casting body refining needle, Hu Yuzhen is naturally safe. In addition, the power of the blood talisman is completely suppressed by Lin Jin at the moment, and he is not afraid of any storms from the other side.

The next moment, there was a burst of laughter on the huge bloody face.

"Are you the curator?"

It was the voice of the blood-robed ancestor. Lin Jin had seen it in Jade Dragon King City at the beginning, and he had a grudge against him because of the matter of Master Yang Qing, so Lin Jin could hear it as soon as he heard it.

"The blood-robed ancestor!" Lin Jin said coldly at this time.

Jie Jie!

A grotesque laugh.

"Yes, you actually know the name of my blood ancestor, I'm afraid, listen to your precious apprentice!" At this time, the blood-robed ancestor looked at the 'fake forest' over there, revealing a fierce look .

It's just that the intimidation of the blood-robed ancestor is destined to be fruitless.

Because it was a 'fake Lin Jin', it was just a blindfold, so don't talk about this kind of intimidation, even if he held a knife around his neck, Fake Lin Jin would not frown.

"It's just a spiritual thought, believe it or not, the curator will kill you right away?" Lin Jin couldn't understand the bullshit of the blood-robed ancestor, so he threatened in a cold voice.

The expression of the blood-robed ancestor changed. Obviously, he could not be indifferent to the threat of the 'curator'. From the current point of view, the curator is indeed powerful and his methods are superb. Divine Sense is really not an opponent.

"Why is that so? I have no grudges with your curator, and I do have some with your apprentice Lin Jin, but since ancient times, it's better to resolve it than to tie it up. My blood ancestors have a lot of knowledge, and I don't know the same thing as the younger generation." The implication of this, Obviously want to shake hands and make peace.

This is also a last resort.

Right now, the blood rune spirit thought of the blood-robed ancestor has been controlled by Lin Jin, and there is no storm at all. If he doesn't ask for peace, the result will definitely be killed.

There is no benefit at all.

This is not in the interests of the blood-robed ancestor, so he decided to seek peace, or even seek cooperation.

After all, he also knew a lot about the methods of the 'curator'. Like everyone else, the blood-robed ancestor regarded the curator as a master at the level of immortal.

Naturally, Lin Jin also saw something, and saw him sneer: "The blood-robed ancestor, you have deliberately put the blood talisman into Hu Yuzhen's body, and used her to come to my Black Wind Demon Sect, what exactly is it? Say it, if I don't listen to it, I'm sorry, don't even think about keeping this spiritual thought of yours."

Now Lin Jin has the advantage and the upper hand, and he doesn't speak politely.

What's more, in Lin Jin's eyes, a demon like the blood-robed ancestor must be eradicated.

Back then, Daojun showed his immortal aura in order to deal with this blood-robed ancestor, and was caught by the ninth-order immortal swallowing beast, so he was injured and died in depression.

Therefore, when it comes to chicken thieves, I am afraid that few people can compare to this blood-robed ancestor. To cooperate with such a person is to seek skin from a tiger.

Lin would never do such a stupid thing.

But before that, we must figure out the purpose of the blood-robed ancestor, so that we can take precautions early. After all, Lin Jin originally planned to solve the hidden danger of the blood-robed ancestor.

The blood-robed old ancestor smiled: "The curator's cultivation base, I am afraid that even if it is not an immortal, it should be almost the same. Let me ask you, do you know why there are no immortals in this world?"

This is clearly digging a hole.

Ordinary people will definitely be very curious about this question. After all, the ancient immortal way, flying in the sky, immortality, and freedom in the universe, no matter who they are, they are very longing for, especially the kind of masters whose strength is already different from ordinary people, the more they are concerned about these yearning.

After speaking, the blood-robed ancestor was also carefully observing the 'curator', but unfortunately, the curator was wearing a mask and had no idea what the expression on his face was.

"Damn it, how can it be the same virtue as that item back then? What do you do with a mask? Is it shameful?" The blood-robed ancestor was furious.

Seeing that the curator didn't respond, the blood-robed ancestor froze for a while, but he could only bite the bullet and continue: "Could it be that the curator is not curious and doesn't want to know the traces of the immortals?"

"You know?" Lin Jin had already caught the key.