Chapter 354: Blue Robe Patriarch!

"Enough! Shut up all of them."

The Sect Master of Wan Gui Sect roared, repelled the chattering elders, and turned to look at Lin Lang: "Lin Youye, don't you have a question to ask me? I can cooperate with you."

"In exchange, I still have to ask you not to kill all of my disciples. Otherwise, I would rather rot these secrets in my stomach and take them to Jiuyou Huangquan, and you will never get them." The Wangui Sect Master's tone already contained some pleading .

Lin Lang raised his eyelids a little, glanced at the mountain guard formation, and then looked away.

"If there is a chance, I would like to give the younger generation of Wanguizong a way out."

Lin Lang said lightly: "The first question, where is your ancestor? Could it be that he just died?"

"No." The head of the Wangui Sect shook his head: "The patriarch is also one of the best among the gods. He was in the prime of life when he became a god, and his life energy was abundant. kill."

"After the founding of the sect, the founder of the sect has been in charge of the sect for decades, and he has dominated the world. From time to time, experts in the divine realm from several ancient sects visit, and they have been friends for generations."

"It's just that one day, Kaishan left without a sound. Those god-level powerhouses saw that my Myriad Ghost Sect was weak, and they also never showed up again."

Although what the Sect Master of Wan Gui Sect said was true, it was not lacking in warning. A strong man in the divine realm whose life and death are unknown still has some deterrent ability in this world.

"I see." Lin Lang nodded: "I once saw a demigod young man in a red robe manipulating a red demon to attack me. I don't know what connection he has with you?"

Lin Lang once also guessed that the demigod youth might be related to Wanguizong, and the same long Taoist robe is also a means of controlling corpses. It's just that when he came to the Ten Thousand Ghost Sect now, he found that the Ten Thousand Ghost Sect was ten times weaker than he had imagined, unable to compete with the power that the red-robed young man described as rampant in the divine realm, let alone raise such a young disciple.

Even in the whole of China, it is difficult to find such a demigod in his early twenties.

"That's from the Shangzong." Wan Guizong's master replied: "He has been here before and showed us the token of the Shangzong. We have the ancestral precepts and treated him politely."

"Shangzong?" Lin Lang frowned, and his doubts became more serious: "Where is the Shangzong you mentioned?"

"I don't know about this either." The Wangui Sect Master shook his head helplessly: "All the materials back then were completely destroyed. Unless it is an old monster who has lived since then, it is impossible for others to know these secrets."

"The only thing I know is that the Shangzong is equivalent to our main line, which must be respected. Our ancestors moved from there, but the rest of the information has not been handed down."

The words of the Sect Master of Wangui Sect were half true and half false, but he couldn't find any flaws.

Lin Lang nodded: "The last question, let me ask you what status the Qingpao people are equivalent to in the Ten Thousand Ghosts Sect, but you are the founder of the mountain?"

At the beginning, Lin Lang saw a man with a blue face and a blue robe in the memory fragments of Bimaishen. That man's cultivation base was extremely terrifying, even surpassing the innate realm, so that Lin Lang could not forget it until now.

"What you don't know is that the color of the robe symbolizes cultivation and status. The yellow robe is a disciple whose cultivation is only at the warrior stage, the red robe is an elder's cultivation and is a master of transformation, and the black robe is a demigod's cultivation. "

"The founding patriarch established this rule when he established the sect, and only he, the old man, wears a blue Taoist robe. According to the patriarch's rule, even the master of a sect cannot change the blue robe without authorization before reaching the divine state."

"As for the green robe, I have never heard of it."

The master of the Wangui Sect was very sure: "There is no such rule in the Wangui Sect, and our information has also been erased. If you want to get a more reliable confirmation, you may go to the great wizard of Tai Kingdom to meet."

"The great wizard and the founder of the mountain came from the same sect. They established the Wangui sect together. Less than ten years after the establishment of this sect, the great wizard established his own family and went to country t to develop alone."

When his words fell, there was a sudden turbulence between the sky and the earth. With a loud bang, the main peak moved forward at this moment by a distance of more than ten meters, and the rocks rolled.

The sky is full of splendor, with countless light beams and dao marks intertwined, dazzling rays of light, forming a faint light and shadow in the sky in a short while.

As soon as the light and shadow came out, the world was overwhelmed.

A thick coercion descended from the sky, like the power of the sky, which made people tremble and suppressed the entire space. Countless disciples and elders of the Ten Thousand Ghost Sect all had weak knees, and instinctively fell to their knees with a plop.

The face of that light and shadow gradually became plump and clear, and a handsome middle-aged man in a blue robe took a step forward. The world seemed to be unable to bear his power, and there was a violent turmoil.

"Grandfather!"

"It's the ancestor!"

The crowd danced and danced excitedly, and some elders even burst into tears, moved from the bottom of their hearts. The enemy is now, and their founder has rushed back in time!

They don't have to die!

"Welcome to the return of the ancestors."

The Sect Master of Wan Gui Sect grabbed the land with his head, bowed down and refused to raise his head for a long time: "The unworthy descendants of the descendants failed to carry forward the sect, and instead suffered from the danger of exterminating the sect. They have no face to see their ancestors."

The blue-robed patriarch glanced lightly at the master of the Wangui sect, stepped forward, and appeared a mile away in an instant. His eyes scanned the mountains below, and with a flick of his body, he had already arrived at another place a few miles away.

One step for several miles is like walking in a leisurely garden, this magic power alone is beyond compare.

In terms of speed, it is still above Lin Lang, even surpassing it by a lot. sure, it's him

Without using real power

The blue-robed Patriarch was like an emperor visiting the world, with graceful steps and majestic eyes, sweeping across the place where he had lived for decades. Every inch of land, every disciple elder.

"Has my sect fallen to this level?" The blue-robed patriarch said slowly with no expression on his face.

"I'm guilty!"

The master of Wangui Sect kowtowed continuously.

"Of course you are guilty."

The blue-robed patriarch nodded, and his voice was snarky, very ugly: "You almost ruined my hard work. This is a sin that cannot be absolved of death."

"But compared to you, he is the culprit."

The blue-robed patriarch was like catkins floating behind, leaving an afterimage on the spot while speaking, and his real body suddenly appeared in front of Lin Lang the next moment.

"A twenty-year-old demigod is actually a cultivator, which is very good. He must be a rare genius in this world."

The blue-robed patriarch was full of admiration, but his eyes were icy cold, without any compliment: "You are also the first demigod who has met me who pretends to be calm. Others would have been frightened and knelt down to beg for mercy."

"Why pretend." The corner of Lin Lang's mouth raised a touch of disdain: "It's just a brand of the soul, so why be afraid? You have speed and the cultivation of the body, but can you hurt me?"

"You actually know the imprint of the soul?" The blue-robed patriarch's pupils shrank slightly.

The imprint of the spirit and soul is for a tyrannical person to record his own power in the void with a great spell, which is equivalent to a clone, possessing part of the deity's supernatural powers, and imprinting the pattern, which can stimulate part of the main body's combat power when necessary.

This kind of secret method is very rare, and the cultivation level required and the carrier to bear the brand of the soul are rare in the world. Only the tyrannical existence from the ancient forces may still know a thing or two.

The reason why the blue-robed patriarch was able to arrange it was not only because he possessed the most outstanding combat power in the divine realm, but more importantly, his background was so ancient that it was beyond imagination. Seriously, it was difficult for any ancient sect in China to compare with it.

"You know quite a lot." The blue-robed patriarch's eyes flashed, and he frowned and said, "Could it be that you are from that place too? No, even in that place, there are very few people who are qualified to touch the imprint of the soul, and most of them are big sects. Qilinzi or suzerain level."

"I didn't find any familiar exercises on you, what is your background?"

The blue-robed patriarch's eyes fell on Lin Lang, but he was not in a hurry to make a move.

"Me? I'm just a casual cultivator."

Lin Lang's voice was flat: "The point is that you can't stop me. Relying on the imprint of the spirit and soul of the guardian array, you can only exert your strength within the array."

"So what? Even if I can't travel far, I can kill you here like chickens and dogs. Do you know how easy it is for me to kill an ant under the divine realm? It can be crushed with one hand."

The blue-robed patriarch smiled sinisterly and raised a finger at the same time.

"If my true self were here, Man Shuo would only need one finger to kill an ordinary god."

"The patriarch is so strong!" The master of the Wan Gui sect was shocked. People of their generation grew up listening to the stories of the founder of the mountain, and they all said that the ancestors were legendary figures with unrivaled cultivation in the realm of the gods.

But he didn't expect the strength of the founder of the mountain to be so terrifying that he could kill even the gods. If the body of the patriarch is still there, what is the ancient sect?

The disciples and elders of Wan Guizong were also in high spirits.

Not for anything else, but because they are saved!

"Your arrogance should be saved until the day you live to see me. Show you something, and I hope you can still laugh."

Lin Lang's expression was calm, and with a flick of his fingertips, he held a pitch-black piccolo in his hand.

"What..."

The blue-robed patriarch seemed to be choked, and jumped up instantly. His expression changed drastically, he stared angrily at the Sect Master of Wan Gui Sect for a long time, roaring continuously.

"Trash! You are a trash who has more success than failure. Which trash chose you as the suzerain of the Myriad Ghosts Sect? You are all trash. Even my holy artifact was lost, and it fell into the hands of an outsider!"

As the founder of the Ten Thousand Ghost Sect, the ancient ghost flute was his favorite spiritual weapon, but he couldn't take it away for some reason. No one is more familiar with the power of the ancient ghost flute than him, and the restraint of the soul and the Tao is not fatal. The spirit brand is also within the scope of dealing with the ancient ghost flute.

"Then I'll send you to see your real body."

Lin Lang's hands trembled.

From the pitch-black mouth of the flute, a terrifying suction erupted in vain!