When Lin Jin returned to the Black Wind Demon Sect, the banquet here had come to an end. As the "master ancestor" 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 Jin nodded.
Taking advantage of this matter to completely make friends with a sixth-level demon cultivator is definitely a profitable business.
After the banquet was over and the guests were sent away, Lin Jin went to see Hu Yuzhen.
Hu Yuzhen was still in a coma because of refining the magic needles, and the tigers were quite concerned.
At this moment, Lin Jin looked serious under the mask. He used the refining needle to put Hu Yuzhen to sleep, and he was actually protecting Hu Yuzhen. Besides, it was to seal the weird 'blood talisman' in Hu Yuzhen's body.
Now that other things have been done, it's time to deal with this blood talisman.
Lin knew the origin of the blood talisman early on. Before, he might be at a loss or even difficult to deal with it. But now, he has much more means than before. Symbols are also much easier.
"Thugs, please stay at the entrance of the cave and don't allow anyone to come in." Lin Jin issued orders in the name of the curator at this time, and the tigers naturally dared not listen.
After the Tiger Taoists guarded the entrance of the cave, only the curator and the fake Lin Jin were left in the cave.
Lin Jin made a formula, and slowly forced the blood talisman out of Hu Yuzhen's body bit by bit with the refining needle, and saw that a blood talisman was pierced by several refining needles at the moment, forced it, and was pulled out abruptly Hu Yuzhen was outside the body.
It can be seen that the blood energy on the blood talisman is beating, and he tried to force back the surrounding refining needles several times, but all failed without exception. It can be seen that Lin Jin has the upper hand in this matter alone.
"Where is the sacred one, show yourself." Lin Jin's formula changed at this time, and the refining needle piercing the blood talisman also changed accordingly.
It was equivalent to half opening the closed door.
In an instant, blood light appeared on the blood talisman, like a ball of blood suspended in the air, tumbling and flowing, extremely strange, if a timid person saw the twisted and deformed ball of blood mist, he might be scared to pee.
After a while, the blood mist condensed and turned into a huge human face.
This man's face was ferocious and terrifying, and there seemed to be two gloomy lights instigating the position of his eyes. It was obvious that a not weak spirit was looking at him through these blood eyes.
Just looking at the bloody face, Lin Jin seemed to have known him before, and remembered it the next moment.
"It really is it!"
Lin Jin muttered to himself.
It's the blood-robed ancestor.
Seeing the blood talisman in Hu Yuzhen's body before, Lin Jin had already guessed this, but seeing the condensed bloody face now, he was even more certain.
In other words, Hu Yuzhen wasn't actually injured, but was restricted by the blood talisman.
Now that the blood talisman has been forced out by Lin Jin with the body-refining needle, Hu Yuzhen is naturally unharmed. In addition, the power of this blood talisman is completely suppressed by Lin Jin at the moment, and he is not afraid of any disturbances caused by the other party.
The next moment, there was a burst of laughter on the huge bloody face.
"You are the curator?"
It was the voice of the blood-robed patriarch. Lin Jin had met him in Jade Dragon King City back then, and he had an enmity with him because of Yang Qingshi's affairs, so Lin Jin recognized this voice as soon as he heard it.
"The blood-robed patriarch!" Lin Jin also said in a cold voice at this time.
Jie Jie!
There was a strange laugh.
"That's right, you actually know the name of my Blood Ancestor, I'm afraid, listen to what your precious apprentice said!" The Blood-robed Ancestor looked at the 'Fake Lin Jin' over there at this time, showing a fierce look .
It's just that it's clear that the blood-robed patriarch's intimidation is destined to be fruitless.
Because it was a 'fake Lin Jin', it was just a cover-up, so don't talk about this kind of intimidation, even if you put a knife on your neck, the fake Lin Jin wouldn't frown.
"It's just a divine thought. Believe it or not, the curator will kill you right away?" Lin Jin couldn't get used to the coquettishness of the blood-robed ancestor, and directly threatened in a cold voice.
The face of the blood-robed patriarch changed. Obviously, he could not remain indifferent to the threat of the 'curator'. Looking at it now, the curator is indeed powerful, with superb means. The blood-robed patriarch stored in the blood charm. Divine Sense is really no match.
"Why is that so? I don't have any enmity with your curator, but I do have some with your apprentice Lin Jin, but since ancient times, it is better to resolve enemies than to tie them together. My lord has a lot of blood ancestors, and I don't know the same knowledge as juniors." The implication of these words is, Obviously want to shake hands and make peace.
This is also a last resort.
Right now, the blood talisman spirit of the blood-robed patriarch has been restrained by Lin Jin, and there is no disturbance at all. If he doesn't seek peace, he will definitely be killed in the end.
No benefit at all.
This is not in the interests of the blood-robed patriarch, so he decided to seek peace, or even seek cooperation.
After all, he also knows a lot about the methods of the 'curator'. Like everyone else, the blood-robed patriarch regarded the curator as a first-level master of immortals.
Naturally, Lin Jin also saw something, so he sneered: "Old Patriarch Blood Robe, you deliberately put the blood talisman into Hu Yuzhen's body, and used her to come to my Black Wind Demon Sect, what is the reason? Tell me, if I don't like it, I'm sorry, but don't even think about keeping this spiritual thought of yours."
Now Lin Jin has the upper hand, he is in the upper hand, and he will not be polite when speaking.
What's more, in Lin Jin's eyes, monsters like the blood-robed patriarch must be eradicated.
Back then, Daojun showed his immortal aura just to deal with this blood-robed patriarch, and was caught by the ninth-order swallowing immortal beast, so he was injured and died in depression.
Therefore, in terms of chicken thieves, there are few people who can compare with this blood-robed ancestor. Cooperating with this kind of person is completely seeking skin from a tiger.
Lin would never do such a stupid thing.
But before that, you must figure out the purpose of the blood-robed patriarch, so that you can take precautions early. After all, Lin Jin originally planned to solve the hidden danger of the blood-robed patriarch.
The blood-robed old ancestor over there smiled grimly: "The cultivation of the curator, even if he is not an immortal, should be almost the same. Let me ask you, do you know why there are no traces of immortals in this world?"
This is obviously digging a hole.
Ordinary people will definitely be very curious about this question. After all, the ancient immortal way, flying to the sky and escaping from the earth, immortality, and freedom in the universe, these are very yearning for anyone, especially the kind of master whose strength is already different from ordinary people. Yearn for.
After finishing speaking, the blood-robed patriarch was also observing the 'curator' carefully. Unfortunately, the curator was wearing a mask, so he didn't know the expression on his face.
"Damn it, how can you be as virtuous as that prop back then, what are you doing wearing a mask, isn't it shameful?" the blood-robed patriarch was furious.
Seeing that the curator didn't respond, the blood-robed patriarch's heart skipped a beat, and he could only bite the bullet and continue: "Curator, isn't it curious that he doesn't want to know the traces of the immortal?"
"You know?" Lin Jin had already grasped the key.