"Senior, what's wrong?"
Su Zimo asked quickly.
The old storyteller gave him the feeling that he was either laughing and scolding, or calm and calm, or killing and decisive, but he had never looked like this before.
"The Blood Vine Clan is coming!"
The old storyteller said something and waved his hands in front of him.
In an instant, a mysterious and powerful force filled the void, covering the sky and the sun, and shrouding the entire Xuanji Palace!
This force does not have powerful killing intent, but instead seems a bit mysterious and ethereal.
But in front of this power, Su Zimo felt that he was as small as a speck of dust and would be submerged at any time!
"Go to the library hall and don't come out!"
The old storyteller waved his sleeves and pushed Su Zimo and Ji Yaojing into the library hall again. With a bang, the door of the hall closed!
In the main hall, Su Zimo held his breath and concentrated, feeling a little nervous.
Judging from the posture of the old storyteller, it can be seen that the person coming from the Blood Vine Clan this time is by no means an easy person to deal with. At least he is a strong man in the ancestral realm!
You know, some strong men from the ancestral realm of the fierce tribe can even fight against the emperor of the human race!
call!
At this moment, a large blood-colored cloud floated from the distant horizon, surging forward at an extremely fast speed!
In the blink of an eye, we arrived in front of Xuanji Palace!
Mahayana realm!
Even though they were hiding in the library hall, Su Zimo and Ji Yaojing could still feel the terrifying and bloody atmosphere outside, which was far beyond the combined realm.
The Ming Dynasty Monk once said that in the battle at Liuxing Mountain, Teng Lingzi died, and none of the tens of thousands of Blood Vine clan members survived. This incident would most likely alarm the ancestors of the Blood Vine clan.
This time, he was right again.
In order to kill him, a powerful combination, the Blood Vine Clan actually sent the Mahayana Patriarch out of the mountain!
Su Zimo listened attentively, feeling a little nervous.
After all, he was the one who attracted the Blood Vine Clan.
If a war breaks out with Xuanji Palace and many monks die, Su Zimo will definitely feel extremely guilty.
At this moment, a small hand took the initiative to grab his palm. It was warm and soft, making his mind gradually calm down.
Su Zimo looked sideways and saw Ji Yaojing's bright eyes.
This pair of eyes that could confuse all sentient beings and enchant the world now revealed a hint of comfort and a hint of softness.
"It's okay, senior storyteller is here."
Fairy Ji quietly transmitted the message.
Su Zimo nodded and smiled slightly.
In the sky in front of Xuanji Palace, the bloody clouds suddenly opened a gap, and a bloody vine as thick as an ancient tree protruded from it!
At the top of this blood vine, a human face with no eyes or nose opened its bloody mouth, revealing the ferocious fangs inside, shining with a cold light.
This blood vine seems to be patrolling and exploring something in Xuanji Palace, over and over again.
However, this blood vine seems to know something, and it is always hovering outside the exquisite killing formation, not daring to take a step beyond the thunder pool!
The movement here has alarmed many Xuanji Palace monks.
"snort!"
The figure of the old storyteller suddenly appeared in mid-air.
"Why did you come to my Xuanji Palace for your blood-luck ancestor?"
The old storyteller looked coldly at the blood vine in mid-air and said in a cold voice: "Get out of here!"
The old storyteller is extremely powerful and unceremonious!
Under the scolding of the old storyteller, the bloody clouds suddenly dispersed, and the blood vine shrank back, and in the blink of an eye, it transformed into a figure and stood in the air.
This blood-luck ancestor doesn't look old, but he is middle-aged, but his eyes are full of blood and murderous intent, and his lips are scarlet!
"hey-hey!"
The ancestor of Blood Luck gave a strange laugh and said: "It turns out that Emperor Xuan is guarding here, what a coincidence. If you don't talk secretly between us, Huangwu should be in your Xuanji Palace!"
"Whether he is in Xuanji Palace, don't you know?"
The old storyteller had an expressionless face and sneered: "Since you gave him a killing order, you still can't find him with your blood-transporting ancestor?"
"hey-hey."
The blood-luck ancestor stared at the old storyteller with a faint gaze, and said with a smile: "Just now, I saw the aura of the killing order, right here, but for some reason, it disappeared in the blink of an eye."
"Then go find it, don't stay here in my Xuanji Palace, get out!"
The old storyteller cursed again, and there was already a bit of murderous intent in his eyes!
It seemed that the next moment, he was ready to take action!
Ancestor Bloodyun felt something, took a few steps back, and sneered slightly: "Xuanhuang, I advise you, it's best not to wade into this muddy water!"
"This son of Huang Wu has been killed by our six vicious clans!"
"Today, I cannot detect Huang Wu's aura, but if I, the Emperor of the Blood Vine Clan, come here, I will definitely be able to find out Huang Wu's whereabouts!"
"At that time, if the whereabouts of Huang Wu are discovered in your Xuanji Palace, your Xuanji Palace will be prepared to bear the wrath of the six vicious clans!"
"Noisy!"
The old storyteller suddenly stretched out his palm, slashed it hard in the direction of the blood-luck ancestor, and shouted softly: "Big Tear Technique!"
call!
The old storyteller simply waved his hand, but an extremely terrifying force burst out from his palm, and the entire void was torn in half!
"Great magical power!"
The blood-luck ancestor's expression changed drastically, and he turned around and ran away.
But even so, he was still a step too slow!
He never expected that the old storyteller would be so strong and would suppress him without even saying a word!
This great magical power came to him instantly!
The blood-luck ancestor's body was torn into countless pieces in an instant, and blood mist spewed out!
The fragmented pieces of flesh and blood continued to explode under the power of this great magical power, transforming into pieces of blood mist!
This can be regarded as a body broken into thousands of pieces!
Even if the combined power can regenerate a broken arm, it cannot heal it.
But at this moment, a ray of blood rose into the sky from the blood mist and fled towards the distance.
The blood mist in mid-air surged towards the bloody light at a speed visible to the naked eye. In the blink of an eye, the blood-luck ancestor's physical body had healed and returned to its original state!
Seeing this scene, the cultivators of Xuanji Palace were all amazed.
"Presumably, this is the magical power that can only be understood in the Mahayana realm, rebirth with a drop of blood."
"It's really scary! It's so difficult to kill the Mahayana ancestor!"
The combination is powerful, the magic power is boundless, and it can regenerate a broken arm.
After cultivating to the Mahayana realm, you will have great supernatural powers. Not to mention breaking your arm, as long as the soul is immortal, you can be reborn even with a drop of blood!
Just now, what the ancestor of Blood Luck released was the magical power of rebirth by dripping blood!
"Xuanhuang, don't be complacent, my Blood Vine Clan will come back!"
The blood-luck ancestor had fled far away, but his voice came from afar, full of resentment and resentment!
The old storyteller had an indifferent look on his face and looked at the bloody light fleeing away, but did not catch up.
"Let's all disperse!"
The old storyteller returned to the Xuanji Palace and said something casually.
The cultivators from the Xuanji Palace dispersed one after another, but each of them still looked excited and talked in a low voice.