Chapter 166

Xue Ling frowned, his eyes looked directly at the blood-colored figure, but he knew in his heart that although this person was very similar to the appearance of Blood Youyun, he was by no means the same person, and in the Wuzhen Sect ring, Blood Youyun was already dead.

However, this person must have an extremely close relationship with Blood Youyun, and the most likely one should be his own brother.

From the other party's eyes, Xue Ling felt a strong sense of yin and poison, and that cold gaze seemed to want to swallow him immediately.

It seems that this man has inflicted all his grievances on himself.

Xue Ling thought so, but it wasn't a big deal, with his current strength, he didn't have to be afraid so much, if there was trouble, he would clean it up.

After coming out of the Heavenly Immortal Pool, Xue Ling, who had undergone earth-shaking changes, not only did his combat power increase rapidly, but even his mental nature became indifferent due to the improvement of his strength.

He is no longer the weak monk who was just starting out, he doesn't need to be timid, his strong strength has become an unshakable backing. Moreover, now he represents the Wuzhen School, and his every move is no longer about himself, but is related to the honor of the Wuzhen School, so between his actions, he must have the momentum of being a sect of the Holy Land of the Dao Realm.

As a result, the two pairs of eyes collided in the center like a bloody rain through the crowd, and in the center, there seemed to be sharp electric sparks.

This kind of staring did not last long, and then the man in the blood-colored robe withdrew his gaze, but then the palm of his hand was slightly raised, and then he slashed at the neck.

Xue Ling raised his eyebrows, and he also understood the lip language of the blood-colored man: You are dead!

"I'll wait for you!"

Xue Ling stretched out his palm and hooked it, that kind of provocative gesture directly made the blood-colored robed man's face gloomy, but he quickly controlled it, the corners of his mouth brought a solemn arc, and his face that seemed to be smiling was filled with indescribable coldness.

"That's?!"

Shen Aoxue was on the side, and she also felt Xue Ling's abnormality, and then looked at it, and immediately her pupils shrank.

But for Shen Aoxue's shocked expression, the man directly ignored it, and then glanced at Xue Ling coldly and turned his head. Li Xueyan and Jun Wuregret were shocked by Shen Aoxue, and leaned over and asked, "What's wrong?!"

"Xue Ling, what was it just now?!"

Shen Aoxue looked at Xue Ling, that person was almost exactly the same as Blood Youyun, could it be that he was dazzled?!

Xue Ling nodded, and was about to continue to say something, but then his vest was cold, and a palpitation from the bottom of his heart suddenly rushed to his heart, and that feeling seemed to have fallen into an ice cellar all of a sudden.

He turned his gaze suddenly, glanced away, but found nothing, and at the same time, the palpitations also disappeared, his brows furrowed tightly, Xue Ling's eyes became solemn little by little, the feeling just now......

His eyes suddenly narrowed slightly, but Xue Ling's gaze was not focused on the blood-colored robed man, but on the figure beside him, who was shrouded in black robes.

"Does it feel wrong?!"

Xue Ling stared at the back for a moment, but he didn't feel anything, he muttered to himself, but in his heart, he raised his vigilance by several notches, this time the Dragon Mountain competition may not be so simple.

"Xue Ling, what's wrong with you, your face is so ugly, you ate a dead mosquito and then stuffed your teeth?!"

Jun Wuregret leaned over with a big face, put his palm on Xue Ling's shoulder, asked with a very serious look, and then stretched out his hand to open Xue Ling's mouth to take a clear look.

"You just ate the '' mosquito. ”

Xue Ling shook his hand and slapped Jun Wuregret's hand, said hatefully, and deliberately added an accent to that word as a riposte. This guy is always full of guns, saying something that is not there, and you still feel funny when you say that others, but when you say that you have a smile, it all turns into annoyance.

Soon, the group came to the bottom of the mountain, in front of them was a majestic and huge primeval forest, that kind of tall appearance, more powerful and domineering than the ancient city wall, the height reached a hundred meters, they stood below, but it seemed extremely small.

"The scale of this primeval forest is too big, it's quite powerful!"

Jun Wu looked up his head, feeling that his head was about to be broken, but he still didn't look beyond the top of the forest to see the blue sky.

The monks of the other teams were also full of shock, primeval forests were not uncommon in the Dao Realm, but such a huge and vast forest was relatively rare, and the interior of the Hessen Forest seemed to be filled with endless ancient aura, making people inexplicably feel the insignificance of manpower.

"This is your entrance to Hualong Mountain. ”

Ahead, the elder of the Dao Sect stopped and turned to face everyone.

Everyone stopped, all of them were solemn, looking at the elders of the Dao Sect, waiting for the last information, and when they entered Hualong Mountain, they could only rely on themselves.

"In Hualong Mountain, there are endless high-level fierce beasts, and there is even no shortage of demonic beasts, you must be cautious in your actions, in addition to threats such as fierce beasts, the plants and terrain inside are not to be underestimated, to some extent, these things are more dangerous than fierce beasts. Of course, the sigil for help is still useful in this primeval forest, but once the crushing aid arrives, the team will be disqualified. ”

Dao Yizong Elder reminded.

Everyone was talking and whispering, obviously talking about something, and then someone asked: "Senior, if the team that was saved by crushing the mark, can it still participate in the resurrection match?!"

When this question was thrown out, many monks looked at the elders of the Dao Sect seriously, and they all seemed to be more concerned about this issue.

Under the gaze of everyone, the elder of the Dao Yi Sect smiled, his gaze swept over the monk disciples who were staring at him seriously, and said lightly: "Once the mark is crushed, the team is completely disqualified, where is there any resurrection competition." ”

Rushing......

As soon as these words came out, it immediately caused a commotion, this is too harsh, there is no resurrection match, this is forcing people to a desperate situation!!

"That's the rule, of course, as a reminder, all lives matter. ”

When the elder of the Dao Yi Sect said this, he no longer gave these disciples time to discuss, and directly waved his hand, and Lang shouted: "The second layer of the Kunlun Jiazi Battle competition, start now, everyone, let's go in lightly!"

The shouts fell, and the monks fell silent for a moment, but only for a moment, and then an exhilarating roar erupted, and one by one, in the form of a small team, formed a sharp knife, and rushed towards the forest.

"Let's go too!"

Xue Ling looked at the team that was rushing towards the primeval forest like locusts, and his eyes slowly became solemn, and then he glanced at Shen Aoxue's bloody death, and his body suddenly swept out.

"Let's go!"

Xue Ling grabbed Jun Wuregret, who was yawning, this kid is really good, he can still be sleepy at this time, Xue Ling is speechless, what a talent.

"Boom!", "Boom!", "Boom!", ......

The sound of breaking wind resounded, and at the edge of the primeval forest, one after another figures jumped up, and the deafening cheers contained an incomparably exciting momentum, which resounded in this piece of heaven and earth.

Everyone's eyes were filled with blazing colors, this game, we have won!

"Da!"

Xue Ling stepped on the ground, dust splashed, he looked at the dark and secluded forest, the light in his eyes condensed, this battle must not be lost!!

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