Chapter four hundred and ninety-eight, the ancestor saves me
I am a powerful person who can return to the void, but I almost died just by looking at it?
One can imagine the shock in his heart.
It's broken, something big has happened.
I never expected that the founder of the Blood Demon Sect would still be alive.
If you think about it carefully, this old ghost must be nearly 20,000 years old, right?
hiss!
Thinking of this, Ke Zhen's heart was trembling, and he wished he could escape now. However, he also thought of the terror of the black robe and the unfathomable power of the goddess Li Xinya, and he felt a little calmer.
He slowly got closer to Li Xinya, and sure enough, the terrifying majesty in his soul instantly weakened a lot.
"Ancestor, wuwuwu, ancestor! You have to make the decision for me! I was bullied by them, and they even laughed at my corpse as a fool."
Xueyi was like a child who had a supporter. He cried loudly, hating in his heart the pretentious criminal like Heiyi.
You don’t usually take action, but you have to wait for the critical moment to take action?
He didn't see many people like him pretending to be pigs and eating tigers. He wanted to crush the head of a gangster like Hei Pao who didn't take anything seriously.
"Well, rest in peace first!"
When the ancestor of Xue Tian spoke, he was actually calm and gentle. He spoke to the old man in blood clothes, and then shook his head.
"What's the meaning?"
The old man in blood-clothed clothes was puzzled. Just when he was surprised, he suddenly discovered something different about himself. It turned out that his whole body was getting darker, as if this world gradually no longer existed.
"You have been erased by the power of origin, and there will never be you again in this world."
Ancestor Xue Tian finished speaking calmly, and the old man in blood clothes was stunned.
Erased by the power of origin, does not belong to this world?
What kind of method is this? It is simply unheard of.
But as his whole body became transparent, he felt that his soul was cracking.
Remembering the power of a finger that passed through his body just now? He suddenly understood.
It turns out that it’s not that someone else is at the end of his ordeal, but that he has already fallen into the trap and doesn’t have much time left in his life.
"Master, save me, save me. Please, save me... Ancestor..."
Although the old man in blood clothes didn't know what kind of terrifying power this was, he also knew that his life was really about to enter a countdown.
Thinking of this, his eyes turned blood red, and he looked at Wang Tao with extremely vicious eyes, and then turned to look at the other members of the Tuyi Sect who were watching.
"I'm not willing to give in! I'm so unwilling to give in!...Even if I die, I still have to help a few people to support me."
The old man in blood clothes occupies a high position. He has been a genius in cultivation since he was a child. His life has been smooth and he has enjoyed the ultimate glory in the world.
Now he is about to die, and his body and spirit will be destroyed. How can he endure this?
The Patriarch was unwilling to save him, so before his death he could only viciously seek revenge on the world.
Since his family believed that they could not retaliate, the old man in blood-clothed clothes cast his gaze on the few people from the Tuyi Sect who were building foundations around Li Xinya.
These people followed Ji Xiuying back and saw today's fight, especially the black-robed Wang Tao's methods. Their faces were red and their hearts were beating with excitement. They felt that they could see a powerful man take action today and thought that they would die without regrets.
Then, while they were still excited, the old man in blood-clothed clothes took action boldly.
The blood-clothed old man's dying blow was so terrifying. He pushed out an extremely huge blood ball with both palms and slammed into Tu Yi Zong and the others.
"ah!"
"Sir, save me...?"
"grown ups……."
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When Tu Yizong saw that the old man in blood-clothed clothes had taken action against them before he died, they were very frightened and angry.
They yelled and wanted to escape, but how could they go faster than this huge blood ball?
When they saw that Wang Tao was motionless and showed no intention of saving them, they suddenly felt desperate.
At this time, Ji Xiuying, who was standing next to Wang Tao, stopped. She looked at the huge blood ball hitting her classmate, and her eyes turned red.
"Senior...save my fellow disciples, please?"
Ji Xiuying bravely pulled Wang Tao's sleeve and begged.
"No need to save."
Wang Tao waved his hand and shook his head in a funny way.
"No need to save? Senior...as long as you are willing to save my fellow disciples, I...will promise you anything."
Ji Xiuying's pretty face turned red as she spoke, and she rubbed the corners of her clothes, looking shy.
When Wang Tao was slightly stunned and looked Ji Xiuying up and down, the huge blood ball had already hit her.
However, what is surprising is that this terrifying huge blood ball actually penetrated between several people, leaving no trace at all like a ghost.
"how so?"
The old man in blood clothes was shocked.
"Tsk! Idiot, I told you that you no longer exist."
Xuetian sneered and looked at Wang Tao and Li Xinya. As for the sect elder Xueyi who was slowly disappearing, he didn't even bother to take a look.
At his level, everything is fake, only strength is real. The only people present who can catch his eye are Wang Tao and Li Xinya, and the others are just air.