When Lin Jin returned to the Black Wind Demon Sect, the banquet here had come to an end. As the "master" of the Black Wind Demon Sect, the curator naturally had to be present at this time, and the golden-winged demon drank a few glasses of wine, because he was concerned about
The only son, so he left in advance and ran back to his Golden Wing Cliff.
Before leaving, the golden-winged demon said that when his son wakes up, he will come to the curator as soon as possible to express his gratitude, and he will definitely repay the favor of saving his life.
Lin Jin nodded.
By using this matter to completely make friends with a sixth-level demon cultivator, it will definitely be a profitable business.
After the banquet was over and all the guests were sent away, Lin Jin went to look at Hu Yuzhen.
Because of the refining needle, Hu Yuzhen was still drowsy, and the Tiger Daoist stood aside with concern.
At this moment, Lin Jin's expression was serious under the mask. He used the magic needle to put Hu Yuzhen to sleep. In fact, he was protecting Hu Yuzhen. In addition, it was to seal the strange 'blood talisman' in Hu Yuzhen's body.
Now that other things have been done, it's time to deal with this blood talisman.
Lin Qin had already known the origin of this blood talisman. In the past, he might have been at a loss or even unable to cope with it. But now and then, he now has many more methods than before to deal with this blood talisman.
The talisman is also much easier.
"Tiger Taoist, please stay at the entrance of the cave and don't allow anyone to come in." Lin Jin gave orders in the name of the curator at this time, and Tiger Taoist naturally did not dare to disobey.
After the Tiger Taoist guarded the entrance of the cave, only the curator and Fake Lin Jin were left in the cave.
Lin Jin made a magic trick and used the divine refining needle to slowly force out the blood talisman from Hu Yuzhen's body bit by bit. He saw that a blood talisman was pierced by several divine refining needles at this moment. It was forced and pulled out forcefully.
Hu Yuzhen in vitro.
It could be seen that the blood energy on the blood talisman was beating, and he tried several times to push back the surrounding divine refining needles, but all failed without exception. It can be seen that in this matter alone, Lin Jin had the upper hand.
"Who is this saint? Show yourself." Lin Jin changed his tactics at this time, and the divine refining needle with the blood talisman on it also changed accordingly.
It's like opening a closed door halfway.
In an instant, the blood light appeared on the blood talisman, like a ball of blood suspended in the air, rolling and flowing, and it was extremely weird. If a timid person saw this ball of blood mist twisting and deforming, it would probably scare him to the point of peeing.
After a while, the blood mist condensed and turned into a huge human face.
This man's face was ferocious and terrifying, and the position of his eyes seemed to be instigated by two rays of light. It was obvious that there was a powerful soul looking through these bloody eyes.
Just looking at the bloody face, Lin Jin felt like he had seen it before, and he remembered it the next moment.
"It is indeed it!"
Lin Jin murmured to himself.
He is the blood-robed ancestor.
Lin Jin had made this guess after seeing the blood talisman in Hu Yuzhen's body before. Now seeing the condensed blood on his face, he was even more certain.
In other words, Hu Yuzhen was not actually injured, but was just controlled by the blood talisman.
Now that the blood talisman has been forced out by Lin Jin using the cast body refining needle, Hu Yuzhen is naturally fine. In addition, the power of this blood talisman is completely suppressed by Lin Jin, and he is not afraid of any trouble caused by the other party.
The next moment, a burst of laughter burst out from the huge bloody face.
"Are you the curator?"
It was the voice of the blood-robed ancestor. Lin Jin had seen it in the Jade Dragon King's City, and had an enmity with him because of Master Yang Qing's affairs, so Lin Jin recognized this voice as soon as he heard it.
"Ancestor of Blood Robe!" Lin Jin also said coldly at this time.
Jie Jie!
A strange laugh.
"Yes, you actually know the name of my Blood Ancestor. I'm afraid, just listen to what your precious apprentice says!" At this time, the blood-robed ancestor looked towards the 'Fake Lin Jin' over there, showing a fierce look.
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But it was obvious that the blood-robed ancestor's threats were destined to be fruitless.
Because it was a 'fake Lin Jin', it was just a cover-up, so let alone this kind of intimidation, fake Lin Jin would not frown even if he put a knife to his neck.
"It's just a divine thought. Believe it or not, this curator will kill you right away?" Lin Jin couldn't stand the coaxing energy of the blood-robed ancestor and directly threatened him coldly.
The face of the blood-robed ancestor changed. It was obvious that he could not be indifferent to the threat of the 'curator'. Looking at it now, this curator is indeed powerful and has superb methods. The blood-robed ancestor stored this in the blood talisman.
Shen Nian is really no match.
"Why is it so? I have no grudges against your curator, but I do have some grudges against your disciple Lin Jin. However, since ancient times, it is better to dissolve enemies than to make enemies. I, the lord, have a lot of blood ancestors, and I will not be as knowledgeable as my juniors." The implication of these words is,
Apparently he wanted to shake hands and make peace.
This is also a last resort.
At present, the blood talisman spiritual thought of the blood-robed ancestor has been restrained by Lin Jin, and there is no way to cause any trouble. If he does not seek peace, he will definitely be killed.
No benefit can be gained at all.
This was not in the interests of the blood-robed ancestor, so he decided to seek peace or even cooperation.
After all, he also knew a lot about the methods of the 'curator'. Like everyone else, the blood-robed ancestor regarded the curator as a master at the level of an immortal.
Lin Jin naturally saw something, and saw him sneer: "Ancestor of Blood Robe, you deliberately planned to put the blood talisman into Hu Yuzhen's body, and used her to come to our Black Wind Demon Sect. What exactly did you do?
Just tell me, if you don't like it, I'm sorry, but I won't be able to keep this spiritual thought of yours."
Now that Lin Jin has the advantage and the upper hand, he won't be polite when he speaks.
What's more, in Lin Jin's eyes, monsters like the blood-robed ancestor must be eradicated.
At that time, Daojun showed his immortal aura just to deal with the blood-robed ancestor, and was caught by the ninth-level immortal swallowing beast. As a result, he was injured and died in depression.
Therefore, when it comes to chicken thieves, there are probably not many people who can compare to this blood-robed ancestor. Cooperating with such a person is completely seeking the skin of a tiger.
Lin would never do such a stupid thing.
But before that, we must understand the purpose of the blood-robed ancestor, so that we can take precautions early. After all, Lin Jin originally planned to solve the hidden danger of the blood-robed ancestor.
The blood-robed ancestor over there smiled deeply: "The curator's cultivation level, even if he is not an immortal, should be almost the same. Let me ask you, do you know why there are no traces of immortals in this world?"
This is obviously digging a hole.
Most people will definitely be very curious about this question. After all, the ancient immortal way, flying to the sky and the earth, immortality, and freedom in the world are all very desirable to everyone, especially the masters whose strength is already different from ordinary people. The more they are interested in these
longing for.
After finishing speaking, the blood-robed ancestor was also observing the 'curator' carefully. Unfortunately, the curator was wearing a mask, so he had no idea what the expression on his face was.
"Damn it, why do you have the same virtues as that prop from back then? What are you doing wearing a mask? Could it be that you are shameful?" the blood-robed ancestor was furious.
Seeing that the curator had no reaction, the blood-robed ancestor felt a little bit in his heart and could only bite the bullet and continue: "Isn't the curator not curious and doesn't want to know the traces of the immortal?"