After Patriarch Hentian took three blood-colored elixirs in succession, Xiao Lin originally thought that he was going to jump over the wall and fight for his life.
But he never thought that Patriarch Hentian would use the force of the counter-shock to fly hundreds of feet away from his fighting blow, and use this to escape again.
Although Xiao Lin saw the intention of Patriarch Hentian, the collision just now made his blood surge.
Although he didn't know what the bloody elixir that Patriarch Hentian took was, Xiao Lin was really surprised that it could instantly enhance his physical body to a level that could compete with his own high-level body refiners.
Therefore, Xiao Lin did not hesitate to use the Broken Blade this time. The Broken Blade can be said to be Xiao Lin's most powerful attack method now. Of course, the main reason is that Xiao Lin has no idea how many trump cards the old monster Hentian has at this moment.
The deathbed counterattack of a monk in the middle stage of Nascent Soul was undoubtedly very terrifying. Although Xiao Lin had murderous intentions, he did not want to die with him.
So after thinking for a moment, Xiao Lin used the remaining blade.
"Buzz~" The white light suddenly flashed out from the remaining blade, and Xiao Lin's face instantly turned pale as the bright white light erupted from the remaining blade.
Immediately afterwards, the white light on the remaining blade slowly dissipated, and the body of the remaining blade also became looming.
Xiao Lin felt that 70% to 80% of the mana in his body poured into the remaining blade in this instant.
"go."
As Xiao Lin left his mouth, the looming broken blade suddenly disappeared without a trace.
Taking three blood-evil pills has allowed Patriarch Hentian to fully activate his body's potential, allowing him to fight with Xiao Lin, a high-level body refiner, without falling behind.
But Patriarch Hentian also knew very well that Xiao Lin's body refining skills had reached the pinnacle, and even if he could compete for a short time, he would not be able to last long.
Moreover, he also understood that even if he tried his best, he would not be able to defeat the opponent.
The only thing on Ancestor Hentian's mind right now is to escape from here. He doesn't want to die. After all, he still has four to five hundred years of life left to enjoy.
Originally, he had taken three Blood Evil Pills, which could condense his Hundred Poison Demonic Flames into Hundred Poison Demonic Lights, which would increase the power tenfold. It was his last trump card, but once the trump card was played, he would also run out of gas.
The light has dried up and I am exhausted.
There is no choice but to sit down.
This is also the reason why although he swallowed three blood evil pills, he did not think about dying with Xiao Lin.
Moreover, in the opinion of Patriarch Hentian, after swallowing three Blood Evil Pills, his escape speed has increased several times. With such escape speed, even if the opponent can teleport in a short distance, it will not be able to last long.
As long as he leaves the Wanli Snowfield and summons several Nascent Soul elders from the Black Demon Sect to intercept him, he may not be able to kill him. There is no need for him to risk his life.
Seeing that the young man had already flown ten miles away, but the figure of the young man did not appear behind him, Patriarch Hentian could not help but breathe a sigh of relief.
Suddenly, he felt a throbbing in his heart and his face changed drastically. This feeling was as if he was being stared at by a god-transformation monk, which made him feel chilled all over, from head to toe.
This shocked him. He had been practicing Taoism for hundreds of years and had never felt such a terrifying feeling before.
What's more, he didn't find anything when he swept his mind wildly, and he could clearly "see" that Xiao Lin was still dozens of miles away and had not used his teleportation power to chase him.
"Is there still an ambush?" A thought came to Patriarch Hentian's mind.
He couldn't figure out whether there were other people besides that young man who could pose a threat to him in the entire Tianlu Mountain Range.
But that feeling of panic became more and more intense, almost instinctively. The escaping Ancestor Hatian's body suddenly stopped, and then he opened his mouth and spit out two jet-black magic knives.
The magic knife kept rotating around it, and at the same time, endless sword light flashed from the blade, enveloping Patriarch Hentian.
At this time, Patriarch Hentian suddenly caught a bit of white light in the corner of his eyes, and immediately without thinking, he held a magic knife and blocked it in front of his chest.
"Qiang."
A ray of white light suddenly shot out, and after flying dozens of feet, the spiritual light dispersed, revealing a half-foot-long snow-white blade, floating quietly in the void.
Ancestor Hentian's expression froze.
He looked at the half-inch gap in his Demon Sword's body with a horrified expression in his eyes.
He could never have imagined what kind of magical weapon could actually break through the sword light surrounding him in an instant, and then pierce through the body of his own magic sword and kill him.
Ancestor Hentian also showed a look of horror on his face. He didn't want to die, but the feeling of powerlessness had spread throughout his body and sea of consciousness.
All his strength allowed him to raise his head and glance at the snow-white blade floating in the void. His eyes darkened and he fell into eternal darkness.
I saw a snow-white light suddenly spread out from the chest of Patriarch Hentian. Almost instantly, it tore the physical body of Patriarch Hentian. Even his Nascent Soul had no time to escape from the body and was destroyed.
It was torn apart by the snow-white light and turned into nothingness.
Ten feet away in front of Patriarch Hentian, a green light flashed, and Xiao Lin's figure emerged.
He waved his hand from afar, and a jet-black star ring and a three-foot jet-black long knife landed on his palm.
He casually put the star ring into his arms, and Xiao Lin pointed at the magic sword. The magic sword immediately flashed with magic light, and then began to shrink. After shrinking to a few inches in size, Xiao Lin casually put it into the star ring.
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After killing Patriarch Hentian, Xiao Lin stood quietly in the void, seemingly waiting for something.
After a moment, six fire clouds, each surrounded by a star ring, flew towards him.
Xiao Lin unceremoniously put the six star rings into his bag, but there was no expression of joy on his face, because immediately after the six fire clouds, there was a fire cloud several miles in size, rushing from a distance.
Flying towards yourself.
After arriving in front of Xiao Lin, Xiao Lin waved his sleeves and robes, and the large fire clouds immediately disappeared, and they were all taken into the beast ring by him.
Xiao Lin raised his head and glanced at the white clouds in the distance, and couldn't help but sigh softly.
In this battle, not only did he kill Patriarch Hentian and the six Golden Core Elders he brought with him, but even the tens of thousands of inner and outer disciples of the Black Demon Sect were basically devoured by his own soul-devouring fire Gu.
This made Xiao Lin wonder whether he had killed too much.
His original intention was just to hate the old monster. It would be best if he could kill him. Even if he couldn't kill him, he would still have to repel him.
But the process at this moment did not go as he had imagined. The many monks of the Black Demon Sect who came to attack the Tianlu Mountains were almost completely wiped out.
In Xiao Lin's induction, only a few hundred Black Demon Sect disciples escaped from the pursuit of the soul-devouring fire Gu and saved their lives.
Of course, this was only after Xiao Lin killed Patriarch Hentian and used his spiritual thoughts to control the soul-devouring fire Gu that was chasing the disciples of the Black Demon Sect and stopped the pursuit, so that the disciples of the Black Demon Sect could survive.