"That's so cruel." Ling Lin leisurely looked at the young man in sackcloth who had already been severely injured by a blow and blasted the ancestor of the clan into pieces of flesh all over the sky, the look in his eyes fluctuated slightly.

"Should we take action now?" Ling Lin's eyes flickered as he looked at the young man in sackcloth who was pocketing the treasures left by the ancestors of the clan.

The mantis stalks the cicada while the oriole follows behind.

If the will-o'-the-wisp old man and others are the praying mantis, this young man in sackcloth is undoubtedly the oriole. Of course, there is another Ling Lin here who is more terrifying than the oriole and hides more secretly.

There is no one around, Tanlang and others, as well as the dark red Taoist ancestor of the clan who is chasing the old ghost fire, will not come back in a short time. Ling Lin, who has a powerful spiritual consciousness that surpasses anyone here, definitely has the ability to control the whole world.

The ability to field. Even if someone arrives suddenly, Ling Lin can take best precautions in advance.

The most important thing is that if Ling Lin takes action at this time, he can directly wipe out the young man in Mai, who has received the inheritance of the Sixth Temple, without anyone noticing.

The twinkling light in his eyes disappeared, and Ling Lin suddenly shook his head, with a faint smile on his face, "Besides here, there are five more people at the Blood Drop Beast. Since this young man in sackcloth has already taken action, don't make good use of it.

How can we use his strength?"

In Ling Lin's heart, there is no doubt that the ancestor of the Zong family in dark red robes and the old man with hidden strength are already two corpses. Without him taking action, the young man in sackcloth will rush over and wait for the two to fight before taking the opportunity to take action. But keep it.

All Ling Lin, a young man in sackcloth, needs to do is control the overall situation and let the eight greedy wolves fall one by one. When the time is right, it will be the time for him to really take action. And at that time, he will kill everyone.

time.

"Almost." Ling Lin said to himself, he still had some patience.

call……

At this moment, after carefully erasing all the traces around him, the young man in sackcloth suddenly moved and disappeared in the direction where the old ghost-fire old man and the ancestor of the clan in dark red robes had left.

Seeing the disappearing figure of the young man in sackcloth, Ling Lin's figure suddenly appeared at the place where the ancestor of the clan was killed.

Looking around, Ling Lin stretched out his hand to explore. In the rolling blood wave, a weak remaining elemental force floated out and appeared in Ling Lin's palm.

"It seems that the erasure is not complete enough." Ling Lin's eyes flashed with light. This residual Yuan Power is the Yuan Power used by the young man in Mai when he killed the ancestor of the clan, and now there is a trace left. Frankly speaking,

This trace of residual Yuan Power is extremely weak, and even monks in the Immortal Realm may not be able to feel it if they don't sense it properly. That's why the young man in Mai didn't find it when he was cleaning up, and there was a sea of ​​blood all around, so such a weak Yuan Power was not needed.

It won't take long for the cleaning to disappear on its own. But now the residual energy of the young man in linen appears in Ling Lin's palm, and that's another matter.

The palm of his hand shook slightly, and a stream of extremely pure Yuan Power slowly poured out from Ling Lin's palm.

At the moment when these pure Yuan Power surged out, the residual Yuan Power that originally belonged to the young man in Mai and seemed to be dissipated at any time suddenly shook. Then it poured in like a vicious wolf pounced on its prey.

In the pure Yuan Power, it is absorbed freely.

On the one hand, it was instinctively absorbing it crazily, and on the other hand, it was deliberately absorbed. In almost a few breaths, this originally extremely weak residual elemental power grew more than a hundred times. Even at this time, this ball of elemental power just stayed there.

The place where the blood is flooding will not be wiped out in a short time.

"It's good to make the best use of everything." Placing the Yuan Power in his hand, which had grown more than a hundred times, on the place where the ancestor of the Zong family died, Ling Lin had a smile on his face. With this touch of Yuan Power,

He didn't believe Tanlang and others would find nothing when they came here after getting rid of the blood drop beast.

"It's started there too." Suddenly, Ling Lin turned his eyes and looked at the place where the young man in Mai and others had disappeared, and chuckled, "It's really lively."

"I can't believe that you are stronger than Greedy Wolf. You really know how to endure it." The ancestor of the clan in dark red robes sneered. He looked at the pale old man in front of him, murderous intent flashing in his eyes. Suddenly, the dark red robes

The ancestor of the clan concealed the murderous intent in his eyes and spoke calmly, "Hand over the blood-colored elixir and the fire-type treasure, and I will let you go today."

As soon as he finished speaking, the old will-o'-the-wisp who was not far away suddenly let out a sinister laugh, "Jie, Jie, Jie, let me go? I'm afraid you won't really kill me until I hand over the bloody elixir and red beads."

Hearing this, the ancestor of the Zong family in the dark red robe did not change his expression, "In that case, then you..."

As soon as the word "you" rang out, the ancestor of the clan in dark red robes suddenly burst into flames, and a bloody crescent-shaped blade was thrown out of his hand.

"Then you die!" The dark red ancestor of the Zong family looked fierce and stared at the old will-o'-the-wisp. Throwing the crescent blade in his hand was not enough, and in a flash, he approached the old will-o'-the-wisp again.

The crescent blade is extremely fast, and it was thrown when the ancestor of the clan was in a sudden attack. In the eyes of the old ghost fire, it can be said that it came in an instant. However, facing this sudden blow, the old ghost fire did not have a trace of shock, and even his expression

There aren't much fluctuations.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time." After hehe sneered, the old man with ghost fire put his hands in front of his body. In front of his hands, the crimson beads were spinning. At this time, the bloody flames on the surface of the crimson beads had disappeared.

, only streaks of extremely hot red flames wrapped around it.

"So what if you know? Can the True Flame of Life still be activated? Can the blood flame of this red bead still be activated?" Sen Leng, the ancestor of the clan in dark red robes, kept saying his words, and finally turned into a shocking blast.

Roaring, "If you can't do it, just die!"

The moment the roar rang out, the Crescent Blade cut through the blood-colored waves around him and struck towards the old will-o'-the-wisp. The violent posture seemed to split the entire body of the old will-o'-the-wisp into two halves.

"Hehe." A cold laughter came from the mouth of the old ghost fire. However, faced with the cold questions from the ancestor of the clan, the old ghost fire did not answer.

With one move of his hands, the red flames on the surface of the spinning red beads burst into flames, and swept away towards the crescent blade. However, this red flame was obviously very different from the previous blood flame, and it swept towards the crescent blade.

When he left, they were all chopped into pieces by him, and it was unstoppable at all.
Chapter completed!