Chapter 1465: Killing fruit decision (first)

Chapter 1465: Killing the Fruits (First)
The ancestral half-ancestors and the half-ancestors of the gods and doves changed greatly!
The half-ancestors of Qingze and the half-ancestors from Heng, etc., also changed their colors slightly, and looked at each other in unbelievable ways.
The two great ancestors of Gantian and Shenqiu looked ugly and uncertain. In front of the storytelling old man, the two did not even have the courage to lie!
"We did practice this magic, but it's nothing."
Qiantian Banzu laughed and explained, "Our mysterious palace, Baichuan, Hainan, does not belong to any one of the gates of the Immortal Buddha, and there are some magic gates in the gates."
"Other magic skills are okay, but what kind of exercises are you doing in the Blood Scripture, you don't know?"
The storytelling old man's eyes were sharp, and he chuckled, "Forty thousand years ago, the disaster was caused by the devil's head on the continent, you don't know?"
"Once this magic power is contaminated, it will sink into it. Can you control it with your heart!"
Under the pressure of storytelling old men, the half-ancestors Qian Qian and the half-gods of the dove were already sweating and couldn't say a word.
"Say! Who taught you this magic!"
The storyteller asked slowly.
"It's a secret! It's a secret!"
The half-ancestor of the dove couldn't bear it, and first said, "We have already lived more than fifteen thousand years, and we have begun to enter old age, but Mahayana has been unable to step in."
"It was Tianji who actively approached us and said that there is a method that can help us to enter the Mahayana realm. We are also practicing in order to become Mahayana ancestors and strengthen the power of the sect."
"No wonder."
Lin Xuanji flashed a stun in his eyes.
In the past two years, whenever the heavenly machine has any decision, the two great ancestors of Gantian and Shenqiu will give their full support.
Even with the fierce clan, the imprisonment of Lin Xuanji was the half-ancestor of Qiantian and the half-ancestor of the dove.
However, the source of the two people's practice of magical powers was found, but how Tianji learned this technique was never known.
The storytelling old man closed his eyes for a long time, then slowly opened his eyes, looking at the two great ancestors of Qiantian and Shenqiu, Shen said, "You have already committed a taboo in practicing this magic!"
"I remember that you have been in Xuanji Palace for many years and can spare you once. But what you have learned in this life, give it back to Xuanji Palace today. Be a mortal in the future and stop practicing."
The half-ancestors of Qiantian and the half-ancestors of the dove are shocked!
Be a mortal!
The meaning of storytelling old people is to abolish their deeds!
The two bowed their heads slightly, and there was a strange blood glow deep in their eyes.
suddenly!
A huge cloud of blood burst from the bodies of Qiantian and Shenqiu, and the whole person turned into two blood rays, escaping in two directions!
The speed of this blood light is really too fast!
Almost instantly, it is thousands of miles away!
This is the blood puppet technique in the Book of Purifying Blood!
"Ok?"
The Qingcheng ancestor frowned, reached out his palm, and grabbed at Qiantian Banzu!
call!
The palm of his hand passed by the blood.
The ancestor shot, even a minute slower!
The half-ancestor burned the blood, the blood sacrifice burst out, and the speed was indeed horrible. When the ancestor of Qingcheng reacted, the two had fled to the sky!
"Hahahaha!"
The laughter of Qiantian Banzu sounded: "Old storytellers, we have been in Xuanji Palace for many years, without hard work and hard work. If you say a few words, you must abandon our ways!"
"Today, after the two of us escaped, it was the sky and the sea, the old dog, you will regret it sooner or later! When we become the ancestors, we will make a comeback!"
"Hahahaha!"
The two laughed wildly.
The storytelling old man was expressionless and motionless.
suddenly!
The storyteller reached out with two palms and dragged them in the direction of their escape.
This feeling is like pulling two half-ancestors back thousands of miles away.
A strange power pervaded.
There was nothing moving through the world, but under the gaze of Qun Xiu, the two figures that were about to disappear into the sky became clear.
The half-ancestors of the gods and gods are still releasing the blood sacral art, and their speed has not weakened.
But the distance between the two and the storytelling old man has been shrinking!
Obviously the opposite direction, but the more they flee, the closer they are to the storyteller!
hiss!
Qun Xiu took a breath of air.
This method has exceeded the understanding of everyone!
"Is this magical?"
Su Zimo murmured softly.
It didn't take long for the half-ancestors of Qiantian and Shenqiu to be told by old storytellers.
Under the gaze of the old storyteller, the two great ancestors were terrified and still fleeing desperately.
But no matter how hard they worked, they were getting closer and closer to the storyteller, and soon returned to the mysterious palace!
This time, the two were really frightened.
"Please, please, please ... for your life."
The half-ancestors Qian Qian and the half-gods of God Dove made a plop and knelt down.
"Before, I could spare you."
The storyteller slowly shook his head and said, "But it's not working now."
As soon as the words fell, the storytelling old man did not give the two great ancestors a chance to argue at all.
The heads of the two great ancestors were cut into two halves by some magic weapon, and blood spewed out, and Yuanshen died on the spot!
The two great ancestral palace ancestors, meteorite!
In the sky and the earth, the group repairs!
The semi-ancestors are almost the pinnacle of the self-cultivation world, but in the hands of the old storytellers, they are like killing two ants and killing them!
The eyes of every Xuanji Palace monk looking at the storyteller were full of awe.
Su Zimo sighed.
The storyteller was hesitant and hesitant to deal with the problem of esoteric, and even finally gave him a chance.
This gave everyone the illusion that storytellers were more kind.
But in fact, the storyteller was so hesitant because Tianji was his disciple. For many years, how could he be cut off in a short time.
But at the back, the storyteller showed his decisive decisiveness!
In a few words, abolish the mysterious palace master!
With the momentum of thunder, shot and kill two great ancestors!
No hesitation.
This shot completely shocked the mysterious palace!
"Bury them both."
The storytelling old man waved his hand and looked back at Su Zimo and others, saying, "Today, thanks to you, Xuanji Palace can eliminate the big trouble."
"Senior talked hard."
Su Zimo said quickly.
"If it's okay, you might as well rest in the mysterious palace for a few days."
The storyteller said, "Just right, let mystery take you around."
"Okay, thank you senior."
Su Zimo arched his hand slightly.
Yan Beichen was in a coma and didn't wake up.
And he can also find a chance, by the way, ask about the blood rattan killing order.
(End of this chapter)