Chapter 980

"What if I don't go?" said the old wind.

"I'm afraid it's not up to you." the young man looked at the ancient style with an indifferent smile on his face. A boy with eight levels of soul forging territory was mole ants in front of him. If he wanted him to die, he would die, and if he wanted him to live, he would live. As for not wanting to go, it's up to him.

"Come with me," continued the young man.

"Whew"

The ancient wind didn't continue to talk nonsense. The ghost steps of life and death under his feet turned into a streamer and ran away in the distance.

"Can you go?"

With a low smile, the young man took one step, and his body appeared thousands of feet away, blocking the ancient wind. At the same time, his palm opened, with a touch of bloody energy condensation, shrouded in the ancient wind.

"I wanted you to come with me. Since you can't, you can only use strong."

The young man said coldly. Obviously, he was angry that the ancient wind dared to disobey his orders.

"Blood spirit, if you want to take away the disciples of our sect at our immortal dragon's gate, should you get the consent of our immortal dragon's gate?" a magnificent voice came. With the sound of cold hum, a powerful spiritual power spread, and the bloody light burst in an instant. The ancient wind looked at the sky, and Dugu Qingtian stood in the air, looking at the blood spirit with a haze on his face.

"Dugu Qingtian." the blood spirit's pupil narrowed and his face became dignified, and then said: "elder Dugu, I just came here to ask the young man to go back at the master's order."

"Please? Is this your attitude of inviting people? Since my disciple doesn't want to go, go back and tell Xuefeng that bastard, if you want to see people, let him come by himself." Dugu Qingtian shouted in a cold voice, and didn't pay attention to the blood spirit at all. At his level, even the strong gods are vulnerable in front of him. He is the giant of heaven and earth and the existence that all gods want to look up to.

Obviously, the blood spirit also knew this. Without too much words, he took a deep look at Dugu Qingtian, turned into a streamer and left here.

"Thank you, elder Dugu. You saved my life again." Gu Feng said with a pale face and a smile. With Dugu Qingtian, neither the blood spirit nor the evil devil could be vulnerable, and he didn't have to be afraid.

"You are really a troublemaker, and you even got into trouble with that troublemaker," Dugu Qingtian said, looking at Gu Feng speechlessly.

Xuefeng, even he feels a little tricky. Although they are only strong gods, they have great energy and make a wide range of friends. The strong are even more unknown.

"Elder Dugu, I'm just a boy from Huang Xuanyu. How could I know such a strong person?" Gu Feng smiled bitterly.

"Blood god, this guy's name is very great in Tianxuan domain. Although he sent his men away this time, I'm afraid he wouldn't give up so much if you really provoked him." Dugu Qingtian looked at Gu Feng with deep meaning.

Gu Feng's face changed slightly, and his voice trembled and said, "blood god? It seems that I really provoked him."

He smiled bitterly. Previously, in the purgatory tower, the blood demon spirit sacrificed his God and summoned the blood god. Although it was only a wisp of God thought, it was closely related to the blood god, and the ancient wind destroyed his God thought. If it was really said, it would be equal to him killing the blood God once, which was not a simple provocation, but a deep hatred.

The old wind told the whole story of the solitary things, and the simultaneous interpreting of the old wind was also a face of helplessness. However, there was still some shock. After all, it was the blood god's mind, which was strong and unmatched. It had never killed the old wind. This had to be said that this guy's life was as strong as the legendary little strong.

"However, you can rest assured that even if the blood god is strong and arrogant, he doesn't dare to act wild in front of our immortal dragon's gate. Moreover, he is a person who wants to face. Of course, it's even more impossible to tell this matter and come up to trouble you." Dugu Qingtian comforted Gu Feng.

The ancient style is bitter and astringent. After all, it's not very good to be remembered by a strong God.

"I can see that you are a troublemaker," said Dugu Qingtian, looking at the bitter old wind on his face.

"I always keep a low profile, but trouble always comes to me." Gu Feng shrugged and said helplessly.

"Well, that's right. You're a trouble aggregate, from