If it is a friend, of course it will be a surprise, but if it is an enemy, it will be no problem.
If you can take this opportunity to figure out which enemies of Ling's family are hiding in the dark, you can also block some obstacles for the juniors.
In the air, strands of dark power intertwined with each other, blood rushed into the tip of the nose, and the coldness spread from the soles of the feet to the limbs, making the scalp numb.
Suddenly, the ancestor looked up at the top of his head, his face was full of disbelief, and his tone was a little stuttering: "What are you, you, you?"
Rong Xian, who was not even a person, was suspended in the air. The skirt on her body was affected by the blood and turned into a red skirt. There were flowing runes on the skirt, and the runes looked familiar.
Patriarch Ling: Isn't this a blood sacrifice rune
As if thinking of something, the old ancestor widened his eyes: "Could it be that you are—"
Rong Xian nodded without hesitation, and said of course, "Yes, I'm here to take revenge."
"—Is the rune formed?" Old Ancestor Ling said his guess at the same time.
The two were relatively speechless, and the atmosphere suddenly became awkward, okay
Fortunately, Old Ancestor Ling knew that this was not a good time to be in a daze. He took the lead to regain his senses. Thinking of what the mysterious man in front of him had just said, his expression immediately became vigilant: "I don't know if senior has any grudge against my Ling family?"
Rong Xian blinked her eyes, and said in a casual tone, "Ah, probably the Ling family destroyed my family 1,600 years ago, I destroyed the Ling family a thousand years ago, and today, a thousand years later, I found the Ling family. There were also fish that slipped through the net, so they came to the door again.”
Ancestor Ling: ! !
The rest of the family: ? !
Ancestor Ling was greeted by Rong Xian's fluttering tone. He seemed to have thought of something, and his eyes were full of fear: "Are you Venerable Lord Xixin?"
He had personally experienced the genocide that killed Ling's family a thousand years ago, and the culprit behind all this was Venerable Lord Xixin.
Except for Old Ancestor Ling, the rest of the Ling family are not qualified to hear the name of Venerable Lord Xixin, even if they are enemies of each other.
Rong Xian looked down at Patriarch Ling condescendingly, and said with relief, "It seems that I have left a deep enough impression on you."
This sentence means acknowledgment.
The old ancestor's face changed greatly, and he couldn't help but take two steps back.
But seeing the dazed appearance of his own clan, he stood up again: "I think that the disaster of my clan's annihilation this time is also the meaning of the Lord."
Rong Xian blinked and said very innocently: "I thought this was an obvious thing, why do you need to ask?"
The old ancestor laughed miserably, and then he suddenly put away his smile and said coldly: "Even if the lord does not appear, my family has never thought of escaping this disaster. "
Rong Xian stroked the radiant runes on her body, frowning slightly, as if very puzzled: "You are already in my bag, isn't it natural for me to kill or cut? What about the re-emphasis of words?"
The faces of everyone in the family turned blue and white, and the scene was dead silent again.
The air was embarrassed again, and the tragic atmosphere created by the ancestor just now disappeared instantly.
He looked at Rong Xian weakly and said, "Is your lord here to see our jokes?"
Rong Xian seemed to have thought of something. After realizing it, she said very honestly, "No, I took some time to show up, of course it wasn't for your jokes."
She pointedly pointed out: "Your current posture has not made me physically and mentally happy, and you are not miserable enough."
Seeing that the ancestor of Ling was about to explode, Rong Xian added slowly: "I showed up to tell you, don't count on the ancestor of the Ling family in Zhongqianjie."
When she goes to the Middle Thousand Realm, where will it be her turn to make waves with the surname Ling.
The old ancestor sneered: "Although the lord is calling for wind and rain in the lower realm, he is nothing in the upper realm. If you don't reach that level, you will never know how strong the monks in the upper realm are, and the strong ones in the lower realm are just ants. "
Rong Xian sighed: "If you want to honestly admit that you are an ant, why would you want to take this seat?"
The old ancestor snorted coldly and said unceremoniously: "Because the lord is in the upper realm, he is also an ant."
He was going to die anyway, so it was not bad to be able to piss off this great enemy before he died.
Without this old enemy who is chasing after Ling's family, Ling Juncong will definitely be able to carry forward the Ling family.
Old Ancestor Ling did not know at all that Ling Jun, who was given high hopes by the whole clan, had long sided with Rong Xian.
Well, the old ancestor is very sweet and sweet even at an age.
Rong Xian was not annoyed by his sarcasm, she pretended to regret: "It seems that in order to make yourself feel more at ease, you are already belittling the strength of this seat against your conscience. There is nothing you can do, man. Once you deceive yourself, it's scary."
After a pause, she continued: "When I first arrived, you revealed that there are still fish that slipped through the net in the Middle Thousand Realms, and you won't let me let go of any enemy. This is really—"
Seeing that the old ancestor's face became furious again, Rong Xian gracefully swept across the runes flowing in front of her, and sighed in an unwavering tone: "The sky has eyes—"
Everyone in the family: "… "
Rong Xian took a deep look at Old Ancestor Ling, and scattered the yin and evil spirits from her body, her figure turned from solid to virtual, and disappeared in an instant.
Old Ancestor Ling who was seen by Rong Xian felt guilty: "..." What, what happened
But the figure that made the family bewildered has disappeared strangely, leaving no trace at all.
The old ancestor waited for a while, but there was still no movement.
Old Ancestor Ling: "..." Could it be that Venerable Lord Xixin appeared to say those two words
"Ancestor?" Ling Junyi called timidly.
Let the ancestors come back to their senses and restart the blood sacrifice. No matter what the intention of the lord is, it can't be realized. How can the power of the ancestors be known by the ants in the lower realm.
Rong Ziyi Xian did not disappear, but returned to her previous posture, and no one could see her or hear her.
She no longer paid attention to the mortal Ling family, but stared at Ling Junyi without blinking.
Ancestor Ling pinned the hope of the family on Ling Junyi, so the power caused by the blood sacrifice would definitely be poured into Ling Junyi's body.
And if Ling Junyi gets this power, she really won't live long, and in the end she won't even be able to keep her soul, but she might meet Ling Juncong while she's alive.
No matter what, there will always be one person in the Ling family - Ling Juncong.
Rong Xian's expression was dark and incomprehensible, and her eyes were unfathomable.
With the acceleration of energy fluctuations, blood spirits were drawn out and poured into Old Ancestor Ling's hands. Everyone's faces were contorted with pain, but no one flinched.
When the blood spirit disappeared, the flesh and blood turned into pure power followed closely.
Ling Junyi watched helplessly as the tribesmen turned into blood and ceased to exist, with big tears streaming down her eyes.
Cangtian: Is it scheming to have eyes or not? (ノ｀Д)ノ
(End of this chapter)