"You're such a selfish old man, you caused such a big trouble and you actually left me behind and walked away?
However, I really didn’t expect that without the ‘Star Escape Technique’, your speed would not be slow.
This is an experience of escaping for one’s life, right?”
The Blood Ancestor followed behind the Poor Sage and said sarcastically.
The poor and fearful man smiled coldly.
"Anyway, you have an immortal body, so what are you afraid of?"
Blood Ancestor Jie Jie smiled strangely and said: "I won't die, but that doesn't mean I'm not afraid.
I'm afraid of many more things than you are.
People like you, who have not been sealed for more than ten or two hundred thousand years, will not understand."
The poor and fearful saint chuckled, this stinky bat dared to quarrel with him, it was deliberately seeking to make him uncomfortable!
"I..."
As soon as I opened my mouth, I couldn't say any more.
An extremely violent wind came from behind, directly covering the poor saint and the blood ancestor.
The poor and fearful saint opened his mouth wide, but no sound came out, he could only transmit sound.
"Damn it, now is not the time to quarrel. Why are our luck always so good?
The same is true for the second realm, and the same is true for the third realm. You cannot afford to offend any ghostly soul-eating clams you offend."
The poor were afraid that the saints would wear the clothes for the blood ancestors, so they complained.
The Blood Ancestor's entire face was twitching. His physical strength was incomparable to even ordinary mid-level and high-level warriors in the Holy Realm. In this strong wind, he could not even maintain the basic shape of his body.
"You ask me, who am I asking? I can't hold on, so I can only disperse my body.
Go find the boss quickly, I don’t know what kind of thing you have provoked. Until now, you haven’t even seen its appearance clearly, but it is so powerful?”
As soon as the Blood Ancestor finished transmitting the message, he could no longer hold on. With a bang, his body exploded and merged with the blood at the bottom of the lake.
"Stop, damn warrior, you actually woke up the Emperor!"
"Since you covet the Emperor's collection, today is the day you die!"
Whoosh whoosh!
Fully hundreds of warriors, filled with death energy and wearing rotten armor, rushed towards the poor and fearful saint.
The poor and fearful saint looked ugly. At this moment, he was being swept by the strong wind, and his speed had already slowed down.
With the speed of those armored warriors, it would probably take less than a while to catch up with him.
"I just praised you for your speed, are you proud?
It actually slowed down all of a sudden?"
The sarcastic voice of the Blood Ancestor suddenly came.
The poor saint looked back and saw a curtain of blood, like a big net, covering the hundreds of armored warriors.
The hundreds of armor warriors were all blocked by this blood curtain.
"Thank you very much! Blood Ancestor!"
The poor saint thanked him, formed magic seals with his hands, and smacked them out hard to disperse the strong wind that swept over him, and then he continued to rush forward.
The face of the poor and fearful saint was a little solemn.
When he turned around just now, he saw clearly for the first time what the warriors who came out of the Netherworld Soul-Eating Clam looked like.
They can say that they are no longer human beings at all.
Most of the flesh on the body has rotted away, and in some places, dense white bones have even been exposed, which looks extremely scary.
However, their bodies have become like this, but their aura is still extremely powerful.
When those hundreds of people unite, not to mention one person who is poor and afraid of the Saint, even two or three people who are poor and afraid of the Saint may not be able to escape intact.
After a while, Saint Qiongfeng had already seen several strange rocks outside the group of Netherworld Soul-eating Clams. They were still a hundred feet away at most, and he was able to rush outside.
However, God knows whether the group of people behind him will rush out after him.
Therefore, the poor and fearful saint did not dare to neglect at all, and maintained a full sprint speed, even if it consumed a lot of holy power, he would not hesitate.
However, just when Qiongfear Saint was still ten feet away from being able to escape from the coverage of the Netherworld Soul-eating Clams, his figure came to an abrupt halt.
In front of him, where there should have been nothing and no obstruction, a barrier actually appeared.
This barrier is difficult to distinguish with the naked eye, and even the blood at the bottom of the lake can easily penetrate it and still flow.
However, the poor and fearful saint felt as if a mountain had appeared in front of him, and there was an unmoving force blocking his way.
The poor and fearful Saint gritted his teeth and directly launched his killing move.
"Galaxy Realm, break it for me!"
A mysterious and mysterious energy surged out from the poor saint, trying to create his own domain with his body as the center within a three-foot radius!
"As expected, we are in trouble now."
The poor and fearful saint soon became disappointed.
If his galaxy domain is successfully opened, then the range covered by the domain will include the space outside the barrier.
Unfortunately, once his domain hits the barrier, it can no longer be extended.
In other words, this barrier is even impenetrable to his domain!
Even the strongest areas cannot be penetrated. The heart of the poor and fearful Saint has sunk to the bottom. He has no way to open this barrier.
"You have offended the Emperor of Thailand and still want to escape? You are too naive!"
"The anger in you is really strong, so strong that it's annoying!"
"Let us, a group of quasi-dead spirits, turn you into a real dead thing! Hahaha!"
The warriors wearing armor and carrion had already broken through the obstacles created by the Blood Ancestor and chased after the Saint of Fear.
The poor and fearful saint said angrily: "How unreasonable! A group of people who are neither human nor ghosts also want to kill your poor and fearful grandpa?
You are really dreaming of spring and autumn!
Let you be poor and afraid of grandpa, I will teach you well, either you will be a human being or you will be a dead person.
Such a body that is neither human nor ghost is simply an embarrassment to the human race!"
The poor and fearful saint knows that he has no way out.
"Gu Xuan boy, you have to arrive in time!
I'm afraid I won't be able to last even half a minute!"
The poor and fearful saint was filled with sorrow and indignation. He raised his hand and the purple gold alms bowl appeared in his hand.
Rays of holy golden light lit up from the purple gold alms bowl.
"Come on, if you have the ability, come over here.
Let me teach you how to behave like this!"
The poor and fearful saint raised the purple gold alms bowl, which seemed to be filled with the light of the Buddha.
"I always feel that today, this purple gold alms bowl is much brighter than usual."
The poor and fearful saint murmured in his heart.
"Hey, why don't you come up?"
The Saint of Poor Fear looked at the hundred armored warriors, and saw that those hundred people, in the light of the purple gold alms bowl, seemed to have a heart of fear, and they could not help but slowly retreat.
The poor and fearful saint's eyes lit up.
"They are actually afraid of this purple and gold alms bowl!
I should have thought earlier that this thing is a treasure of the Buddhist world. It has an excellent restraint effect on ghosts and monsters!
There’s help!”
A smile appeared on the lips of the poor and fearful saint.
At this moment, Gu Xuan and the people from Jianglong City were heading towards the Netherworld Soul-eating Clams.
"Huh? What kind of power is this?"
His face suddenly became serious.
"Damn it, I'm afraid that Senior and Blood Ancestor couldn't help but touch the Nether Soul-Eating Clam, right?
This feeling, they actually provoked a Xuansheng!
No, it’s more than that, that Xuansheng is a dead spirit!” (To be continued)