Chapter 1169

The ugly old man's face changed dramatically. The long stick in his hand had no time to defend, but he didn't panic.

"Boom!"

His body was shocked, and a layer of blood mist suddenly appeared on his body. His body suddenly became extremely powerful and his strength increased sharply.

Bang!

The ugly old man hit his left fist and hit Fang Haotian's sword.

The sword breaks in response to the fist.

"I see!"

Fang Haotian suddenly realized.

At this time, he was sure that the ugly old man was the devil that Xia Houying said, and he knew why the devil sacrificed blood.

If there is no accident, the demon uses blood sacrifice to cultivate a secret skill that can instantly strengthen the body.

In the soul world, there are not many strong people who pay attention to strengthening the body, but the devil is one of them. Obviously, the devil has realized that the body is a big weakness of the soul warrior.

"Lord, this guy is a part of the devil. He did show the blood fog secret skill you said again," Fang Hao said to heaven. "I have seen that this secret skill not only greatly increases his strength, but also makes his body strong."

While talking, Fang Haotian suddenly disappeared, together with the separation of the ugly old man.

Fang haotianshi exhibited the ghost world and shrouded the ugly old man in it.

As soon as he entered the soul fantasy world, the strength of the ugly old man was suppressed.

"Die!"

Fang Haotian tried his best at the first time.

Boom!

The soul seal was smashed violently, and the condensed Chixiao Yanlong sword also rolled out with all its strength.

The ugly old man's split strength was not as good as his own. Now his strength was suppressed in the soul fantasy world. With Fang Haotian's full strength, he smashed his split.

"Buzz!"

Fang Haotian suddenly grabbed a wisp of blood mist, which was a trace of soul power of the ugly old man. He refined it in an instant and obtained some soul memories.

"It was him."

Fang Hao's eyes suddenly brightened and drank hurriedly: "Lord, I have killed the devil's body and know the identity of the devil. He is the red blood ancestor."

"Buzz!"

The void is twisted, and the Xiahou Eagle forcibly tears the space to arrive.

"Are you sure?" Xia Houying couldn't help his emotions. His face was excited. "How are you sure?"

Fang Hao said to heaven, "I know the secret of refining other people's souls to obtain memory. I just refined a wisp of soul power left by his separation, so I know."

"Soul memory, that can't be wrong." Xia Houying was murderous, "good, you red blood ancestor."

Xia Houying is really angry.

The red blood ancestor is actually a strong man of the abyssal state. He is famous and ranks among the top five in the abyssal state. His red blood sect is the first major gate of the abyssal state.

The red blood ancestor is the leader of the red blood clan.

Xia Houying also invited red blood ancestors to participate in some national activities.

The devil he wants to kill most is the famous strong man in his own country. Even several times with their own sprinkle love, close in front of you and don't know.

Xia Houying thought more and more angrily, but he was also secretly frightened. He felt that the red blood ancestor was very terrible.

Xia Houying has no doubt about the red blood ancestor, and even the relationship between them is a friend. Without warning, once the strength of the red blood ancestor is improved, once the two are together again, the Xia Hou eagle is likely to be assassinated in case of a sneak attack by the red blood ancestor.

"It's too good and too deep. I killed him several times, but he invited him to drink in the main hall of our country several times. I didn't find it." Xiahou Eagle said, "fortunately, you found his identity. Otherwise, he won't die. Sooner or later, I will be assassinated by him."

"But now he's dead." Fang Hao said, "let's go to the red blood sect."

"You killed his part, and you already have a big feud with him. You go to attack the red blood clan openly, and I secretly wait for an opportunity to kill him," Xia Hou Ying said. "This time, I will succeed in killing him anyway, so I don't care about my identity as a Lord."

"OK."

Fang Hao flew towards the red blood sect.

Xia Houying's body also disappeared, and he obviously had a deep spectrum of hiding methods.

As for the graceful Xuanyuan, Xia Houying has collected her into his space treasure. As the head of a country, he still has some details.

……

There are countless disciples practicing Chi Zong's blood.

"Hurry up, it's our chance for the patriarch to summon us in person."

"Ha ha, our efforts have finally paid off. If we are accepted as a pro disciple by the patriarch, it will soar to the sky."

The three young disciples with extraordinary temperament hurried and showed excitement on their faces.

All three of them are disciples from low birth and work hard from the bottom. They are selected by their talents.

However, there are countless disciples of the red blood sect. There are not a thousand disciples with the same qualifications as them, but there are hundreds. Although some disciples with good origins have the same talents as them, their strength completely overwhelms them. Therefore, they have the talent of choice, but they have never had the opportunity to stand out among the disciples.

Today, the patriarch suddenly summoned the three of them by name, which made them ecstatic. In the envious eyes of many disciples, the three raised their heads and went to the patriarch's hall with the elder in front of them.

"Suzerain, they brought it." The elder took the three disciples directly to the patriarch's red blood ancestor.

"Disciple kowtowed to the patriarch."

The three disciples fell on their knees, their voices trembling, excited and afraid.

The red blood ancestor sat high in the patriarch's chair and looked down.

He waved his hand.

The elder bowed back. When he withdrew from the temple door, the elder looked at the three kneeling disciples, and there was a clear flash of sympathy in his eyes.

The elder knew very well that the red blood sect had lost three more disciples and three fresh young lives in the world.

"Squeak! Bang! "

The heavy hall door closed slowly.

"You are very good." Red blood ancestor got up and walked down. Go to the three disciples.

The three disciples did not dare to look up, but when they saw the patriarch's shoes in front of them, their heart beat more fiercely and the whole person was more excited: "the patriarch praised me. The patriarch said I was good. I must take me as an apprentice."

Red blood grandfather suddenly grinned: "young blood is good!"

The three disciples were stunned when they heard the speech. What does the ancestor mean?

"Buzz!"

The powerful pressure suddenly rose, and the three disciples suddenly felt the invisible power enveloping themselves, and their bodies suspended uncontrollably.

DANGER!

DANGER!

All three disciples suddenly felt the danger of death.

But this is the temple of the Lord. The Lord is in front of them. Where does the danger come from?

They suddenly thought of a possibility and looked at the patriarch they had always admired and worshipped.

They understand!

They saw the patriarch and saw a blood line shot from them being sucked into his mouth.

The three disciples were disappointed, desperate and frightened after understanding, but they were more helpless.

They looked at the patriarch and their lips were moving. They wanted to say something, but they found that they couldn't even speak.

The blood line was constantly sucked into their mouths by the patriarch. They gradually began to feel weak and their consciousness began to blur.

At this time, they suddenly remembered a rumor they had heard many years ago.

Yes, they thought it was a rumor, a ridiculous rumor.

How can the patriarch they admire and admire most practice by sucking the blood of his disciples? He should be the disciple who cherishes and protects himself most.

But now they finally understand that it's not a rumor, it's true.

Plop!

Three landing sounds sounded at the same time. The three disciples had died and turned into three mummies.

The temple door opened again. The elder who led the three disciples didn't say anything and looked calm, because he had seen such things many years ago.

The first time he was shocked, the second time he began to force himself not to be shocked, and the third time he forced himself to be numb. After many, many times, he was really numb.

He wants to live, so he must be numb.

The elder general removed three mummies.

Originally, with the power of red blood old Zong, the body could be destroyed directly, but he thought it would pollute his place.

The elder left, and the heavy door of the temple closed again.

At the moment of closing, the elder's face became painful and no longer numb. He looked up at the sky.

Why hasn't the day he waited come?

"Boom!"

The void suddenly changed, and a figure in white with amazing killing breath appeared.

The elder's heart was bitter: "are you really going to be unbearable? Because I couldn't help it, I had an illusion that one day someone would discover the true face of the red blood old devil and then come to kill the devil? "

The elder shook his head. Everything was just an illusion. He could bear it as long as he could.

"Who?"

The roar suddenly rose, and dozens of strong figures of the red blood sect flew into the sky and stopped the man in white in the air.

Seeing this, the elder couldn't help rubbing his eyes.

Not an illusion?

"Red blood old devil, I'm here. I don't want to get out and die."

The voice like thunder came down from the void, spread all over every corner of the red blood sect, and entered the first person's ear.

"Who is the red blood old devil?"

"Isn't it scolding our Lord?"

"Bold, how dare the Yellow haired boy shout here."

"Die!"

"Kill him."

"Hoo! Hoo! Hoo! "

When the air shook, a strong man of the golden immortal sect of the red blood sect waved his hand and stabbed the man in white with two sharp long swords.

"How dare you grab the credit?"

"Whoever kills this guy first will do meritorious service."

Those strong men of the red blood sect who intercepted the people in white in the air scrambled to take the initiative, fearing that the credit would fall into the hands of others.

The man in white is Fang Haotian.

As soon as he stretched out his hand, he condensed the Chixiao Yanlong sword.

"Boom!"

A Sword Pierced out.

At that time, those strong men of red blood sect in the air saw a sword stabbing themselves.

The stabbed sword was full of supreme ferocity and invincible power. All of them felt that they suddenly felt great danger and felt that they could not take the sword.

But if you can't take it, you have to react, block or escape.

But whether it's blocking or escaping, the result is the same.

"Poof...!"

They tried their best, but the sword still pierced a blood hole in their eyebrows or throat. The destructive power contained in the sword directly destroyed their lives.

Bang Bang!

The body rained down.

"Oh, my God!"

The red blood sect disciples who witnessed the whole process screamed with fear.

How powerful must a man in white be when he kills so many strong people in the clan face to face?

The old man standing in front of the main hall could not help trembling. He seemed to tremble because of too much fear, but his eyes were excited.

coming!

This day has finally come!

Suddenly, the elder turned around and he wanted to inform the red blood ancestor.

Bang!

The door of the hall suddenly opened, and the figure flashed from the hall. The next moment, the red blood ancestor appeared in the void and stood in front of Fang Haotian.