Chapter 1380, Departure

Everyone at Tiandao Academy raised their foreheads when they saw Lin Que's appearance.

Judging from the previous experience, Lin Que was about to start talking serious nonsense again.

Ao Feng's eyes lit up, he pointed at Lin Que and exclaimed: "Look, let me tell you, this kid must be the legendary immortal cultivator in Daxia."

"It's real!"

"Oh, I understand!"

"You are an immortal cultivator. Everything around you is contaminated with your so-called immortal energy and has become an immortal weapon, right?"

Lin Que was stunned and blinked.

Damn it.

This set of rhetoric is simply an excuse tailor-made for myself!

If you don't borrow Poxiadonkey, I'll be sorry for your imagination.

"Ah, yes, yes!"

"Now that your matter has reached this point, I can't hide it from you anymore."

"you guessed right."

Ao Feng: ヾ(????)?".

As expected of me, the always witty one.

On the side, Mint Ye scratched his head and said doubtfully: "Why do I feel so strange?"

"Meow~."

Everyone in Tiandao Academy looked ashamed.

Girl, be confident and get rid of your feelings.

No wonder so many people from foreign countries mistakenly believe that Daxia is a country that cultivates immortals.

It was because of the presence of such a careless person as Lin Que that the misunderstanding became so big.

They looked at Ao Feng and others with smug expressions on their faces and couldn't help but want to laugh.

Bai Xiaohao suppressed the urge to laugh: "If you can't laugh, just hold it back!"

"We are professionals, friends from the orc country, don't we want to lose face?"

Qin Feng's face turned red, he covered his mouth with his hands, and said in a deep voice: "I can't bear it anymore."

If there really were immortal cultivators in Daxia, they would have come with a sword and brought peace to the world.

This rhetoric would not even work in front of a three-year-old child in summer!

Still too young.

Lin Que coughed twice: "Low-key, all low-key."

"We are going back to the city of riots, together?"

After all, he had tricked others and brought them back safely, so he could live a safe life.

Ao Feng shook his head: "We won't go back for the time being. The fourth level is rich in resources. We need to explore in depth."

"Thank you for your kindness."

Lin Tiao nodded and did not force it. He led everyone from Tiandao Academy and rushed to the third space without stopping...

When everyone arrived at the third level of space, there was a boundless sea of ​​blood.

At this moment, the bloody faces formed by the remaining divinity of the ancient gods in the boundless sea of ​​blood were looking at them with anger on their faces.

To be precise, he was staring at Bai Xiaohao.

"Damn human being, I will tear you into pieces."

Bai Xiaohao directly made an international goodwill gesture, pointing his middle finger to the sky.

"Little trash, you are not worthy of me to take action against you."

"My great nephew, it's your turn."

Wu Shu held the pacifier in his mouth, stood up, patted his chest and promised.

"Uncles and aunties, please watch out!"

The bloody face condensed by the boundless sea of ​​blood was full of fear when he saw the headless man.

"It's you!"

He recognized the identity of the headless man at a glance.

Isn't this guy the same monster who came down from above a month ago and beat himself up all the way?

Damn it, are you trying to beat yourself up again?

Slipping away.

After saying that, he turned into blood and was about to escape.

"Boy, we can't let him escape. Catch him and refine the divine blood. It will be of great help to your little ghost-fairy wife."

Chi You's voice sounded in his mind, urging anxiously.

When Lin Que heard this, he immediately became interested.

"What a big boy, let me catch him."

Wu Shu nodded, and the arrays of light between heaven and earth lit up, turned into lightsabers, and flew out.

Thousands of lightsabers lit up the sky.

The bloody face that escaped was just an energy body that had been ravaged by endless years. How could it be the opponent of a strong mid-supreme level opponent.

Unsurprisingly, he was locked in place.

A lightsaber pinned him to the ground, unable to move.

Lin Que: "Son, beat him back to his original shape."

Headless:?(?'ω'?)??get!

After receiving the order, Wu Shu moved vigorously, and a purple-gold inscription formation enveloped his bloody face.

"ah!"

Immediately, the bloody face screamed, and after countless roars, it turned into a drop of pure golden blood.

This drop of blood exudes incomparable mysterious power, like a god.

Wu Shu drilled one formation after another into it, and finally handed it over to Lin Que in an orderly manner.

"Daddy, this drop of blood has been sealed by me. Am I surprised?"

Lin Que was stunned.

Oh shit.

Didn’t he use the pink amnesia hammer to beat the headless man back into his mother’s womb?

This girl still knows how to seal the divine blood?

Sure enough, the Pink Amnesia Air Hammer still has a certain time limit for supreme powerhouses.

"Well done."

Lin Que put the divine blood into the system space, looked at Wu Zu, and thought to himself.

After you get out, be sure to give Wu Shu a few hammers to make sure nothing goes wrong.

Hey hey hey.

Headless: ∑(′△｀)? !

Why is there a faint murderous intent in the way I look at my father?

How strange!

After dealing with the last divinity in the boundless sea of ​​blood, the large army of Tiandao Academy began to move towards the second level.

Because the ancient swords on the first and second floors of the Star Cave were both in Lin Que's hands.

The journey was smooth.

Soon, everyone from Tiandao Academy came to the space on the first floor and stopped.

Lin Que looked at the space passage so close and felt a little scared.

"Tell me, is there someone blocking me outside this door?"

Everyone blinked and said in unison.

"Lin Shenxian, be more confident and try to get rid of it. You have to believe in your own ability to commit suicide."

Lin Que: ...

At this moment, in the city of riots, under the entrance of the Star Cave, people from the eight major countries gathered, staring at the space passage.

The lowest soul power of everyone present was level 70, and they were fierce!