The Villain Ancestor in Fantasy World

White robe prisoner.

These four words are not so loud for ordinary practitioners in Jiangbei Sanctuary, and they are not even as loud as the original lord Yanran.

It's just that, for those lord-level Practitioners in Jiangbei Sanctuary who have lived longer -.

The four words "White Robe Prison" represent endless killing intent and fear.

In their hearts, the White Robe Prison Ke had another name, called the White Robe Killing God!

The white robe kills the god, the prisoner!

When the White-robed Prison Ke took many temples and Practitioners through the many territories of the Jiangbei Sanctuary, all those lords took the initiative to fly high in the sky from their own territory, and showed respect to the White-robed Prison with the most respectful gift.

One by one, bowed his brows.

Moreover, they didn't even dare to speak, so they could only watch the white robe prisoner and the others pass by.

When the White Robe Prison Ke and others left, the lords wiped their cold sweat.

Seeing the direction where Baipao Prison and others were going, they looked suspicious.

"Isn't this the direction in which the Desolate Army Corps had gone before?"

"Go to Yan Ranling again, what happened there?"

"The Immortal Temple even sent out Lord Prison..."

Each of the lords felt that the heavens of this Blood Luo world seemed to have changed.

For many years, few things have been able to alarm the Immortal Temple so much.

Moreover, these things also happened in the Jiangbei Sanctuary where they were located.

For a while, the lords were thinking about whether to leave Jiangbei Sanctuary for a while, and then come back after the matter subsided.

Jiangbei Sanctuary immediately panicked.

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Yan Ran leads.

Inside the Lord's Mansion.

"Owner."

Huang Yan opened his eyes and said to Qin Feng, "A group of Practitioners who are not weak have come here, and they will soon be picked up by Yan Ran."

Qin Feng is studying the black secret lines on his arm, and he wants to see what special power there is.

Upon hearing this, Qin Feng raised his head and asked curiously: "A group of Practitioners who are not weak? How weak are they?"

The group of Practitioners who can let Huang Yan take the initiative to talk to him is definitely not ordinary.

Before, when the wild army came over, Huang Yan didn't even tell Qin Feng in advance, or after they arrived at Yan Ran and severely wounded the wild blood tiger, Qin Feng made the shot.

Because of the Huangtian Army, in the eyes of Qin Feng and Huang Yan, it was too weak to pose any threat at all.

"I can feel that there is one person in this group of Practitioners. His energy and blood are very powerful, and he can even be compared to the demon saints of some quasi-sage Realm!"

Huang Yan said.

"A demon sage comparable to Realm?"

Qin Feng was suddenly surprised.

After Demonic Beasts arrive at Realm, they can be called demon saints. Their strength is terrifying. Demonic Beasts benefit from their physical bodies comparable to saint soldiers. Their strength is usually stronger than ordinary saints of the same Realm. The saint can slaughter the demon saint, such as the sacrament...

The demon sage that can be compared to the quasi-sage Realm, basically proves that the Practitioner, his body, can also be comparable to the ordinary sage.

"Is he the Eucharist?"

Qin Feng thought about it, but soon Qin Feng denied his own idea.

"It can't be the Eucharist, it should be the cause of Xue Luojing."

Qin Feng still knows the role of Xue Luojing.

Those Practitioners fused with Xue Luojing are indeed much stronger in terms of qi and blood, and they are only fused with one or two.

Therefore, the Practitioner in Huang Yan's mouth is very likely to be the "black Practitioner" of this world.

Thinking of this, Qin Feng feels a little depressed.

"I have more than a thousand blood crystals that I have merged now. What kind of black Practitioner, in terms of the number of merged blood crystals, is completely crushed by me, but my qi and blood have not increased at all."

Qin Feng couldn't help but look at the black secret pattern on his arm.

The power of swallowing the fused blood Luo Jing was completely on this black secret pattern.

However, although Qi and blood did not increase much, his own strength did increase.

And this black secret pattern is not without any effect, at least before, it performed well when facing the deserted army.

Without these black secret patterns, Qin Feng's own words, it would still take a bit of effort to solve the desolate army, and it would not be that easy.

"That should be the master of this Jiangbei Sanctuary, Saint Jiangbei."

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Qin Feng said nonchalantly, "The entire army under his hand was destroyed by me, so naturally he will come up and get Face back."

"Well, the master's analysis is correct."

Huang Yan said from the side, "But he is Calabash baby saving Grandpa, one by one."

"..." Qin Feng.

Usually, there is only Huangyan around, and Qin Feng will chat with Huangyan.

The story of Calabash baby saving grandfather, one by one, was told by Qin Feng and Huang Yan.

Unexpectedly, Huang Yan learned and used it, and used it to flatter himself.

Huang Yan was serious, his expression unchanged.

He didn't feel that there was anything he said, everything... is based on the master.

"All right."

....... ...

Qin Feng clapped his hands, smiled and said, "Since others have taken the initiative to send it to the door, then we also want to accept this gift."

Qin Feng feels that this saint Jiangbei really knows his own mind.

This was just about to prepare to find him.

See how much benefit you can bring to yourself by absorbing the "Blood Practitioner" or "Black Practitioner" of a Saint Realm.

Unexpectedly, people would take the initiative to find it in a blink of an eye.

This is simply not too happy.

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Baipao Prison Ke and others did not let Qin Feng and Huang Yan wait for long.

After half a day, they arrived at Yan Ranling.

During the whole process, the white robe prisoner never concealed anything.

In other words, he never concealed his own behavior and thoughts.

Because he doesn't need it.

He didn't go directly to the lord's mansion, but directly, from the moment he entered the territory of Yan Ran, the White Robe Prisoner took out a dagger from his arms without expression.

This is a dagger that looks bloodied.

The blood stains on it, I don’t know how many years it has existed,

I don't know which powerhouse it is, or which powerful barren beast's blood stains.

As the white robe prisoner took out the dagger, behind him, those temple practitioners who had been following the white robe prisoner for so many years also took out their own weapons at the same time.

The killing intent immediately spread.

Take them as a starting point and begin to spread. .

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