Chapter 90: Meet Again!

"Blood Immortal Heavenly Palace!!"

Xue Ling's eyes shrank, staring at the blood-colored figure that appeared at the door, and from his body, Xue Ling sensed a familiar bloody aura, just like the blood-shirted people who chased him when he was in the Dao Realm.

"Whew!"

The blood-shirted man appeared at the door, without the slightest nonsense, as soon as he appeared, with a wave of his palm, a blood-colored light burst out, like a match, directly winding towards Xue Ling, like that, as if he wanted to bind Xue Ling firmly.

Faced with such an aggressive scene, Xue Ling didn't have any reason to be angry, his palm flipped over, and the rolling yuan force quickly formed in the palm of his hand, and then condensed into a sharp blade, without any pause, and took it out at once.

"Whew!"

The roaring Yuan Li was like a piece of cloth, and it was cut off by the blade at once, and the section was as smooth as a mirror.

"To this extent, dare to be embarrassed!"

Xue Ling looked at the blood-shirted man, from the shot just now, he had already estimated the strength of the opponent, if he had stayed in the Dao Realm, he might have been really dangerous when he encountered this blood-shirted man, but now that he came to Zixiaotian, his strength has also improved by leaps and bounds, so ......

Xue Ling's eyes were extremely sharp and forced to look at the blood-shirted man, and after throwing out a cold sentence, his body moved, disappearing in place like a bolt of lightning, and appeared in front of the blood-shirted man in an instant, the palm wind surged, without any fancy and fancy, and the palm carrying the rolling yuan power fell mercilessly towards the blood-shirted man.

This blood-shirted man was as expressionless as Xue Ling's impression, as if he was as indifferent as a walking corpse, and only when he saw Xue Ling taking the initiative to attack, a smile appeared on his lifeless face, a sarcastic smile.

However, before he could unfold this sarcastic smile, the pupils of his eyes suddenly shrank, and a deep surprise came out of the depths of his eyes.

The smile froze on his face, and there was a sharp pain in his arm, which made a muffled sound in his throat.

"Bang knock!"

The Bloodshirt Man looked ahead in astonishment, and his body flew upside down, breaking through the wooden wall behind him, and a large hole was formed, and he fell into a room, followed by the panicked screams of the people in the room.

Xue Ling glanced coldly at the hole in the wooden wall, his eyes were sharp, he wanted to catch up and give the blood-shirted people the result, in the face of these people who were cold to him, he was not soft-hearted, and when he saw the bloody shirt and the badge on his chest, Xue Ling didn't have to feel a little churning in his heart, and a hostile emotion spread out from the heart.

Although he was able to kill this blood-shirted man, Xue Ling thought about it, but did not do it, but quickly entered the room, cleaned up the things three times and divided them by two, and jumped out of the window at once.

The Bloodshirt Man was able to find here, which meant that he was already in danger, he couldn't waste time, and he had to leave quickly, although the Bloodshirt Man in front of him was no longer his opponent, but Xue Ling knew that among the Bloodshirt people who were chasing him, there were not many people who could kill him now.

The blood-shirted man he met in the Dao Realm at the beginning, even if he fought now, Xue Ling couldn't defeat it.

The strength that those people have, according to Xue Ling's estimate, I am afraid that they have at least reached the Psychic Realm, and this kind of strength is already at the level of the elders of the great sects of the Wuzhen Sect in the Dao Realm, even in the Qingfeng Academy, they have already reached the level of mentors.

Xue Ling left the inn, but he didn't go far, a blood-colored figure chased out of the alley behind the gods, and then in the inn, a figure rose to the sky, breaking through the roof, and then rushed towards Xue Ling with a raging momentum, chasing the stars and chasing the moon with rolling blood.

Xue Ling suddenly stopped, not far in front of him, a blood-colored figure appeared, a cold face, without the slightest emotional fluctuation, looking at Xue Ling's eyes, cold and gloomy.

The man looked Xue Ling up and down for a moment, and then he spoke: "If you are caught, you can still have a good time." ”

Xue Ling stared at him with a solemn face, from the other party's body, he felt a smell of danger, this person's strength had definitely reached the psychic realm.

The psychic realm has been able to give birth to the primordial spirit, although there is only a realm gap between it and the condensing realm, but the gap in strength is like a chasm and a stream, which is insurmountable.

If you have to describe it, the Condensation Realm is like a child, but the Psychic Realm is a young man, the gap between the two is quite large, a Psychic Realm, it will not be too much trouble to deal with ten Ninefold Condensing Realms.

Especially after this one, there are these two Bloodshirts.

Xue Ling stared at the three blood-shirted people in front of him, and could feel the cold wind behind him resounding and gradually approaching, and the two blood-shirted people who were chasing behind him were also already approaching.

With a flash of his eyes, Xue Ling pressed his palm on the ground, and the rolling flames erupted violently like a volcano, and then a flame dragon roared out like a horizontal storm, heading straight for the blood-shirted man in front of him.

Looking at the roaring flame dragon, the blood-shirted man smiled mockingly, and said lightly: "Look for death!"

He stretched out his arm, spread his palm, and grabbed at the roaring fire dragon, and then the fire dragon that was still fierce instantly froze, like a machine that suddenly had a power outage, and suddenly froze and did not move.

And as the blood-shirted man's palm slammed together, the body of the fire dragon frozen in the sky trembled, and then with a "boom", it exploded into a fire-colored point of light in the sky.

The fire dragon had just exploded, but the blazing flames in the center exploded, rolling towards both ends, as fierce as a tiger.

In the face of the raging flames, the two blood-shirted people could not be ignored, and for a while, the sight in front of them was suddenly occupied by the flames, and at this time, in the center of the flames, Xue Ling's body moved, and flew out to the side.

With one foot on the roof, the flames burned behind Xue Ling, and he ran into the distance without looking back, if he was intercepted, he would be in danger.

However, when Xue Ling had just flown a hundred meters away, the air in front of him suddenly fluctuated, like a drop of water falling on the calm surface of the lake, rippling ripples in a circle.

And in the ripples, a blood-colored figure stepped out calmly.

An unspeakable danger surged into his heart, Xue Ling stopped his body rushing forward in an instant, and then forcibly controlled his body and retreated violently, but a palm print fell towards him seemingly slowly, but it couldn't be avoided.

His eyes shrank, and Xue Ling sensed a deadly danger aura from the palm print.

And when the palm print passed, the houses below, although there was no big movement, but they quietly collapsed and opened, such a silent scene, strange and terrifying.