Chapter 1471 Rebirth From a Drop of Blood

"Senior, what's wrong?"

Su Zimo asked quickly.

The old storyteller gave him the feeling that he was either laughing and scolding, or calm and calm, or determined to kill, but he had never had such a look.

"The blood vines are here!"

The old storyteller said something, waving his hands in front of him.

In an instant, a mysterious and powerful force pervaded the void, covering the sky and the sun, shrouding the entire Xuanji Palace!

This power does not have a strong intention of killing, but it seems a bit mysterious and illusory.

But in front of this power, Su Zimo felt that he was as small as a speck of dust, and would be submerged at any time!

"You go to the library, don't come out!"

The old storyteller waved his robe sleeves and pushed Su Zimo and Fairy Ji back into the book collection hall. With a bang, the door of the hall closed!

In the main hall, Su Zimo held his breath and was a little nervous.

Looking at the old storyteller's posture, the people from the Blood Vine Clan this time are by no means easy to match, at least they are also strong ancestors!

You must know that some powerful ancestors of the fierce race can even fight against the emperor of the human race!

call!

At this moment, in the distance in the distance, a large piece of blood-colored cloud floated, rushing towards it at an extremely fast speed!

In the blink of an eye, I came to the Xuanji Palace!

Mahayana!

Even though they were hiding in the library, Su Zimo and Fairy Ji could still feel the terrifying and bloody aura outside, which was far beyond the realm of integration.

Monk Daming once said that in the battle of Liuxing Mountain, Teng Ling died, and none of the tens of thousands of blood vines survived. This incident is very likely to alarm the ancestors of the blood vines.

This time, he said it again.

In order to kill him as a fit and powerful, the blood vines even dispatched the ancestors of Mahayana out of the mountain!

Su Zimo listened intently, feeling a little nervous.

The Bloodvine Clan, after all, was attracted by him.

If there is a war with Xuanji Palace due to this, and many monks will fall, Su Zimo will definitely feel extremely guilty in his heart.

At this moment, a small hand took the initiative to pull up his palm, warm and soft, so that his mind gradually calmed down.

Su Zimo looked sideways and saw Ji Yaojing's bright eyes.

These eyes, which are enough to turn all living beings upside down and captivate the world, reveal a hint of comfort and softness at this time.

"It's okay, there are senior storytellers here."

Fairy Ji whispered a voice transmission.

Su Zimo nodded and smiled slightly.

In the sky in front of the Xuanji Palace, the blood-colored cloud suddenly cracked open, and a thick blood-colored vine like an ancient tree came out from it!

At the top of this blood vine, the face without eyes and nose, opened the mouth of the blood basin, revealing the ferocious fangs inside, flashing with cold light.

This blood vine seems to be inspecting something in the Xuanji Palace, over and over again.

It's just that this blood vine seems to know something.

The movement here has already alarmed many Xuanji Palace cultivators.

"Humph!"

The figure of the old storyteller suddenly appeared in the air.

"Why did your blood ancestor come to my Xuanji Palace!"

The old storyteller stared coldly at the blood vine in the air, and said coldly, "Don't get out of here!"

The old storyteller is extremely strong and rude!

Under the scolding of the old storyteller, the blood-colored cloud suddenly collapsed, the blood vine shrank back, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a figure and stood in the air.

This blood-sucking ancestor doesn't look big, but he is middle-aged, but his eyes are full of blood and murderous intent, and his lips are scarlet!

"hey-hey!"

Ancestor of Blood Luck gave a strange laugh and said, "It turns out that Emperor Xuan is guarding here. It's really unfortunate. Between us, Ming people don't talk secretly, Huang Wu is in your Xuanji Palace!"

"Is he in the Xuanji Palace, can't you see it yourself?"

The old storyteller was expressionless and said with a sneer, "Since you have given him an order to kill him, with the means of your ancestors, you still can't find anyone?"

"hey-hey."

The bloody ancestor stared at the old storyteller with a faint gaze, and said with a smile: "Just now, I also saw the aura of the killing order, which is here, but I don't know why, it disappeared in a blink of an eye."

"Then go find it, don't stay in my Xuanji Palace, get out!"

The old storyteller cursed again, and there was already a bit of murderous intent in his eyes!

It seems that the next moment, he is ready to start!

The blood ancestor felt something, took a few steps back, and said with a slight sneer: "Xuanhuang, I advise you, it is best not to go into this muddy water!"

"This son of Huangwu has been killed by my six fierce clans!"

"Today, I can't detect the aura of Huangwu, but if my blood vine emperor comes, I will definitely be able to find out the whereabouts of Huangwu!"

"At that time, if you discover Huangwu's whereabouts in your Xuanji Palace, your Xuanji Palace will be ready to bear the wrath of the six fierce clans!"

"Noisy!"

The old storyteller suddenly stretched out his palm, swiped in the direction of the blood ancestor, and shouted softly, "Great tearing technique!"

call!

The old storyteller simply waved his hand, but an extremely terrifying power burst out from his palm, and the entire void was torn in half!

"It's a supernatural power!"

Ancestor Blood Luck's face changed greatly, and he turned around and fled.

But even so, he was still a step behind!

He never imagined that the old storyteller would be so powerful, without a word, he would take action to suppress him!

This great supernatural power instantly descended on him!

The fleshy body of the blood ancestor was torn into countless pieces in an instant, and the blood mist spurted!

The shattered flesh and blood continued to explode under the power of this great magical power, turning into pieces of blood mist!

This can be considered a corpse!

Even if it is fit and powerful, it can be reborn from a broken arm, but it cannot heal.

But at this moment, a ray of blood rose into the sky from the blood mist and fled towards the distance.

The blood mist in mid-air, at a speed visible to the naked eye, quickly surged towards this blood light, and in a blink of an eye, the body of the blood ancestor had recovered and returned to normal!

Seeing this scene, Xuanji Palace Qunxiu was amazed.

"Presumably, this is the magical power that can only be understood in the Mahayana realm, rebirth from a drop of blood."

"It's terrifying! It's too difficult to kill the great ancestor!"

The combination is powerful, the mana is boundless, and it can be reborn from a broken arm.

When you cultivate to the Mahayana realm, you will have great powers, not to mention a broken arm. As long as the primordial spirit is not destroyed, even a drop of blood can be reborn!

Just now, what the blood ancestors released is the magical technique of rebirth from a drop of blood!

"Xuanhuang, don't be complacent, my blood vines will come back!"

The ancestor of blood has fled far away, but his voice came from a distance, full of resentment and resentment!

The old storyteller's expression was indifferent, looking at the bloody light that was far away, but did not catch up.

"It's all gone!"

The old storyteller returned to the Xuanji Palace and said something casually.

The Xuanji Palace group cultivators dispersed one after another, but each one of them still looked excited and talked in a low voice.