Chapter 730 The Upper Hand

"Good boy, I really underestimated you."

After a fierce battle, Ancestor Hentian also put away his contempt. Xiao Lin's fighting power was indeed beyond his expectations. In his opinion, Xiao Lin's fighting power was far beyond that of ordinary Yuanying early stage cultivators.

This also made his face become solemn.

He pointed at the Demon Soul Banner from a distance, and the Demon Soul Banner shook slightly and appeared above Xiao Lin's head again.

But how could Xiao Lin let it wrap him up again? A pair of green light wings suddenly stretched out from behind him, flashed away, and the next moment, his figure suddenly appeared less than three feet in front of Ancestor Hentian.

Ancestor Hentian was immediately startled, and his face couldn't help shaking a few times.

He only had time to put the black shield in front of him, and Xiao Lin had already punched out.

"Boom." With a loud noise, a wave of air suddenly swept through the body of the old ancestor Hentian, and the black shield also shattered directly, turning into a black stream of light all over the sky.

The old ancestor Hentian's face turned pale, and his body was surrounded by magic light. He had already retreated dozens of feet away, with a light of disbelief flashing in his eyes.

"Body training? You are actually a high-level body trainer."

The old ancestor Hentian felt a little scared. The black shield just now was not his life magic weapon, otherwise he would have suffered a serious mental injury at this moment.

But this also made him extremely vigilant. With a thought, the Demon Soul Banner flashed to his side, and countless demon gods burst out from it, wrapping up his entire body.

He was obviously very afraid of Xiao Lin's body, and wanted to rely on the demon gods gathered by the Demon Soul Banner to defend himself.

In this way, if Xiao Lin wanted to kill him, he would have to enter the coverage of the Demon Soul Banner. As long as he came in, he would be surrounded by tens of millions of demon gods, who would take the opportunity to consume his mana. Once his mana was exhausted, he would be unable to fly away.

Seeing that the old ancestor Hatetian had rudely hidden in the Demon Cloud, Xiao Lin could not help but frown. The number of demon gods hidden in the Demon Soul Banner was extremely large, and it could be said that they were invincible.

If he entered it, he would be attacked by the demon gods in turn, and the speed of mana consumption would increase exponentially.

This would be very disadvantageous to him.

What made Xiao Lin even more afraid was that the old ancestor Hatetian actually integrated the hundred poisonous demon flames that he had sacrificed into the demon cloud. In this way, Xiao Lin was even more unwilling to take risks.

Seeing that the old ancestor Hatetian was carrying a large area of ​​demon cloud poison flames and rushing towards him, Xiao Lin's green wings flashed with a spiritual light, and he had already retreated hundreds of feet away. He stretched out one hand, and two huge fireballs condensed out.

With Xiao Lin's cold "Go.", two huge fireballs shot straight towards the magic cloud.

The fireballs shot into the magic cloud and suddenly exploded. A large piece of flames swept over, instantly eliminating a small part of the magic cloud, and countless screams of demon gods were heard.

Seeing that it was effective, Xiao Lin immediately performed the Six Blasting Flames Technique again, and huge fireballs were thrown into the magic cloud one after another.

And every time when the large magic cloud of the old ancestor Hate Tian was about to approach Xiao Lin, Xiao Lin would always move hundreds of feet away in an instant.

This also made the old ancestor Hate Tian speechless to find that Xiao Lin's speed was too abnormal, especially the occasional green wings behind him. Every time they flashed slightly, his body moved hundreds of feet away.

Thinking that he was a cultivator in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, he was far inferior to an early cultivator in terms of escape speed, which made him very depressed.

While Xiao Lin was sending out six explosions of fire, shooting out fireballs, the twenty-four Qingluan Ice Swords beside him were also flashing with sword light and shooting into the magic cloud.

The sword energy tore through countless demon gods, and tore them again and again.

Although these demon gods were immortal thanks to the Demon Soul Banner, they were also seriously injured after being torn in turn. They had no choice but to rush towards Xiao Lin again and again under the urging of the Demon Soul Banner.

After an hour, the face of the old ancestor Hentian gradually became ugly.

The countless demon gods in the Demon Soul Banner, in the final analysis, can only survive by relying on the demon energy in the Demon Soul Banner. If this goes on for a long time, once the demon energy is exhausted, the immortality of these demon gods will also be broken.

If a large number of demon gods are killed or injured at that time, it will not be a good thing for the old ancestor Hentian.

This Demon Soul Banner was the item that the Great Elder Jiumo Luo had used for sacrifice. He was only asked to take it to collect spirits for him. If the spirits were not collected and countless demon gods were lost, Jiumo Luo would be furious. His fate would not be good.

Thinking of this, Ancestor Hentian bit his yellow teeth secretly and pointed at the two magic knives beside him. The two magic knives immediately soared into the sky and slashed towards Xiao Lin.

At the same time, he slapped the star ring on his waist, and a green jade bottle shot out from it. A blood-colored elixir was poured out of the bottle. He hesitated for a moment, and then threw the blood-colored elixir directly into his mouth.

After swallowing the blood-colored elixir, a blood mark suddenly appeared on Ancestor Hentian's forehead, and the blood mark spread out like a spider web.

In the blink of an eye, Ancestor Hentian's face became hideous and terrifying.

His body also emanated a bewitching black and red flame. He pointed at the two magic swords from a distance, and the two magic swords suddenly "banged" and burned with black and red flames.

The speed also suddenly increased several times, and almost in an instant, it came in front of Xiao Lin.

Xiao Lin was startled, and almost without thinking, he drove the twenty-four Qingluan Ice Swords to form a sword light curtain in front of him.

"Bang bang bang."

The twenty-four Qingluan Ice Swords were shaken away one after another, but every time they were shaken away, the black and red flames on the magic swords would dim a little. After shaking away Xiao Lin's eighteen Qingluan Ice Swords, the black and red flames on the magic swords were finally consumed.

Xiao Lin also got a chance to breathe, and the green wings behind him flashed, and his figure suddenly disappeared without a trace.

At this moment, the eyes of the old ancestor Hatetian turned blood red. Seeing Xiao Lin's figure disappear, he turned around without thinking and punched out.

The moment Xiao Lin's figure emerged, he punched out in the same way.

At this moment, half of Xiao Lin's body was covered with fine golden scales, and his fists were shining with golden light.

There was a loud bang, followed by a golden and red spiritual light in the shape of a ring, bursting out from the fists of the two people, and the air was pushed by ripples wherever it passed.

At this time, Xiao Lin suddenly opened his mouth, and a purple lightning flashed out from it.

The lightning struck the head of the old ancestor Hatetian in an instant, and the lightning flashed, directly tearing his upper body robe apart.

"Puff." The old ancestor Hatetian was struck by the innate purple true thunder contained in Xiao Lin's Qingluan Thunder Sword, and his body was immediately stirred by the lightning, and he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

With horror in his heart, he instinctively urged the remaining magic power, and with a slight shake, he appeared dozens of feet away.

A large black cloud burst out from the Demon Soul Banner again, enveloping it, and at the same time a cry of surprise came: "It's the Xiantian Purple Thunder?"