Fantasy Starts With The Ancient Eucharist

"Oh-so you are the Patriarch of the Xuanyuan Family."

I dare to feel that my son was beaten, and Daddy ran out to take revenge.

Xiao Lin nodded slightly, and couldn't help but smile, "I didn't hurt your son, it was the Yin Soldiers of the Ghost King Palace who pressed him to the ground and beat him, crying and pissing."

"So even if you want revenge, you should go to the ghost king, and you shouldn't find it on my head."

"Nonsense!"

Xuanyuan Wuji shouted coldly, "The old man has already heard the whole story clearly! If you didn't take out Spirit Stones to humiliate my son, how could he be hurt by Yin Kui?"

"Your words are too unreasonable."

Xiao Lin shrugged, "When auctioned in the street, the higher the price was originally offered. Your son couldn't compare to me in terms of financial resources. He wanted to use force to threaten him, but he was only taught by the Yin Soldiers. What's wrong with me?"

"I think you just couldn't provoke the ghost king, so you transferred the headless anger to me, wanting to pick a soft persimmon!"

"You are greasy, the old man is going to kill you!"

Xuanyuan Wuji was anxious and frustrated, raised his hand to transform into a weapon, and rushed towards Xiao Lin with a roar.

Xiao Lin had been prepared for a long time, and the pure white light condensed from the palms of his hands, and he greeted him without changing his face.

Xuanyuan Wuji's weapon was a two-meter-long scepter. The top of the scepter was carved with a lifelike cobra, and his mouth opened to reveal two sharp fangs.

"Spiritual skills, Bailong flash!"

Xiao Lin's hands suddenly folded, and the two groups of white lights collided and turned into a white dragon, roaring towards Xuanyuan Wuji.

"On this level? It seems that the current Yang people are nothing more than this."

In the face of Xiao Lin's attack, Xuanyuan Wuji didn't have the slightest fear, a cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and the scepter in his hand hit the ground heavily.

There was a big crack in the ground, and purple light flickered in the crack, bursting with sharp thorns.

Xiao Lin glanced intently, and what was hidden in the cracks of the stone was actually a purple python!

The giant python's body floated up and down, crawling under the ground swiftly and madly, even faster than Xiao Lin's trick of the white dragon flash!

You must know that the White Dragon Flash is a technique developed by Xiao Lin on the basis of the Explosion of All Souls, and its power and speed have reached the level of the "God" Cultivation Technique.

This Xuanyuan Wuji not only made strange moves that Xiao Lin had never seen before, but its power and speed actually surpassed the god-level Cultivation Technique.

Could it be that this is the power of the ghost technique cultivated by the ghost race?

The giant python had already rushed in front of him, and Xiao Lin couldn't hide at all, so he had to use Spirit Power to transform a light shield and take the attack from this guy.

The giant python launched a violent impact, instantly shattering Xiao Lin's transformed light shield, and hitting his chest heavily.

Xiao Lin only felt that his internal organs trembled suddenly, and the Eight Extraordinary Meridians were instantly knocked into disorder, with a splash of scarlet blood spilling out of the corner of his mouth, and he retreated several meters away.

"Isn't this Patriarch Xuanyuan?"

"Who is Patriarch Xuanyuan doing with?"

"I don't know, I should be practicing the exercises myself, right?"

The pedestrians and beasts all around all stopped by appointment, cast amazed eyes, and their faces were full of unthinkable surprise.

As the weak, these ghosts could only see Xuanyuan Wuji, but could not see the existence of Xiao Lin.

Therefore, in their eyes, Xuanyuan Wuji was fighting the air with wits and courage, and he looked murderous and devoted.

"So strong..."

Xiao Lin wiped off the blood from the corners of his mouth, his eyes became more solemn.

The power of ghosts is completely different from the spiritual skills cultivated by the human race.

Powerful spiritual skills can destroy the opponent's body, while more powerful elemental attacks can attack the opponent's Dantian through the body.

Like the kind of killer move that can destroy the enemy's body and spirit in a single blow, at least it needs to reach the god level Cultivation Technique.

But ghosts do not cause any harm to the body, but directly attack the viscera, Meridians, Dantian, and soul through the body.

There are all kinds of people in the world. It seems that even if he dominates the Cangwu Continent, it is only the tip of the iceberg for understanding this world.

In a moment of thought, Xiao Lin's Bai Longshan also attacked Xuanyuan Wuji's front.

Faced with Xiao Lin's attack, Xuanyuan Wuji was full of contempt, only offering a Magic Treasures from his arms.

This Magic Treasures looks like a small bowl. It looks like the material should be made of bronze, with the python pattern engraved on it.

Xiao Lin hit the white dragon flash with all his strength, and was directly sucked into the small bowl, like a clay cow entering the sea, and there was no news in an instant.

"How can this be?!"

Xiao Lin's eyes widened in astonishment, and he couldn't help clenching his fists.

It seems that he really underestimated the strength of the ghost clan.

Regardless of the attacking moves or the defensive method, the strength displayed by this Xuanyuan Wuji surprised him, and it was more difficult than any enemy he had encountered before.

"Later, the old man still had expectations of you, but now it seems that he is really disappointed."

Xuanyuan Wuji sighed slightly and raised the King Cobra scepter in his hand again.

"You are such a weak ant that doesn't have any value for the old man to save your life. Go and die now!"

Purple light flickered above the scepter, and two giant snakes circling and rushing out from left to right, twisting their bodies and biting at Xiao Lin with their sharp fangs.

However, the moment they rushed in front of Xiao Lin, the two giant snakes reversed their directions and collided with each other with a "bang", raising thick purple smoke.

Upon seeing this, all the onlookers around him suddenly changed their expressions, and they all embraced.

"No, it's Patriarch Xuanyuan's two snakes who killed together!"

"Hurry up and avoid it, if it is affected, it will be directly crushed by the soul!"

The purple smoke instantly enveloped Xiao Lin, and thousands of dense snake heads appeared in the smoke, with chilly fangs biting towards him.

Seeing Xiao Lin enveloped in purple smoke, Xuanyuan Wuji raised his chin contemptuously, as if Xiao Lin was already a corpse in his eyes.

Killing the two snakes together is the most powerful one among the hundreds of ghost arts he has mastered.

The quintessence of this trick is to cover people's eyes and ears and make noises.

On the surface, those two fierce venomous snakes are a means of attack, but their real power lies in the power that they burst out thousands of times after the two snakes collide.

However, just as Xuanyuan Wuji's face was smiling and he was already in the chest, a golden blade of light suddenly cleaved out, directly slashing the purple smoke into two pieces.

This golden sword is full of momentum, as if to reopen the world.

In contrast, his move to kill the two snakes together is like a poisonous insect in the shadows, humble and impenetrable.

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