sbdcsierra Chapter 466 Meet again
Chapter 466 Meet again
"Hello, nice to meet you again!! I wonder what brings you here to see me this time?"
Lin Haiyang asked with a smile, he seemed calm and composed.
Seeing Lin Haiyang so calm and composed, this group of people couldn't help but frown slightly, wondering why Lin Haiyang was so calm?
"Boy! You are quite something! We underestimated your courage! Now that you know our identities, why don't you kneel down and offer your life?" said the leading middle-aged man calmly.
Lin Haiyang curled his lips and said, "You are from the Wanzu clan, right?"
"That's right, you're smart!"
The middle-aged monk in the lead nodded and said.
"Tsk tsk... The Ten Thousand Races actually sent so many of your masters to kill me. You really think highly of me. But I want to ask, aren't you afraid of bringing about a catastrophic disaster? You also know my identity. If my father knew that I died in your hands, what do you think would happen? Do you dare to provoke my father?"
Lin Haiyang looked at the middle-aged monk in the lead with a half-smile, his eyes narrowed into a dangerous arc.
These masters from all races had just fought with him not long ago, and he killed two of them. Now they dare to attack him. They must be tired of living.
After hearing Lin Haiyang's threatening words, the middle-aged monk in the lead's expression changed slightly.
Lin Haiyang's father, Lin Baitian, is the supreme being in the world of Jiuzhou.
Who dares to provoke Lin Baitian?
Anyone who knew about Lin Baitian's deeds basically did not dare to deal with Lin Baitian's son.
The middle-aged cultivator in the lead said calmly, "No matter how powerful your father is, can he be as powerful as our ancestor? Our ancestor is a Saint Emperor-level powerhouse. If our ancestor revives, he can wipe out your father, Lin Baitian, in a snap of a finger. So you'd better be smart and go back with us obediently. Maybe if our ancestor is in a good mood, he can leave your body intact. If you don't accept our toast, don't blame us for being ruthless!"
This guy's tone was quite arrogant.
And his attitude is very arrogant.
But what this guy said was right. Even though Lin Baitian was the most powerful cultivator in the Jiuzhou Continent, his cultivation was ultimately limited. However, it was different for the ancestors of all races.
It is said that the ancestor of all races is a powerful Saint Emperor, no matter how powerful Lin Baitian is.
If you encounter a strong person at the Saint Emperor level, you will probably not get any advantage.
What's more, among all the races, there are not only strong people at the Saint Emperor level.
For example, the ancient demon king.
He is a powerful person at the Saint Emperor level.
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"Your ancestors are indeed powerful, but there's no need to bring them up to scare me. I'm not afraid... Also, I advise you not to think about taking those sealing stone tablets, because I've already refined them!"
Lin Haiyang said lightly.
Upon hearing this, the middle-aged monk's eyelids twitched a few times.
But calm was restored soon.
His eyes flashed with an icy glint, and he sneered, "You're just a mere inheritor of the Gate of Eternal Life, yet you dare challenge us, the Ten Thousand Races? You're truly courting death!"
"Everyone! Stop wasting time with this guy and get started!"
The middle-aged monk in the lead shouted coldly.
Swish...shua...
He led twelve people to attack.
The twelve people sacrificed various terrifying immortal weapons and instantly formed an immortal formation.
The power of the twelve immortal artifacts gathered together.
It formed a devastating attack and blasted towards Lin Haiyang.
Facing the attacks of these twelve people, Lin Haiyang was not afraid at all. He just raised his right arm and swung his fist violently.
boom.
Accompanied by the sound of a violent collision.
Lin Haiyang broke the killing formation formed by the twelve immortal weapons with one punch.
Lin Haiyang's fist destroyed the killing formation like a whirlwind.
then.
Lin Haiyang rushed towards the twelve monks.
The twelve people quickly dodged Lin Haiyang's terrifying punch, but Lin Haiyang's speed was too fast.
They didn't even have a chance to escape.
Lin Haiyang's fist hit these people's bodies.
Puff! Puff! Puff!
Then, these people's bodies were directly blown up by Lin Haiyang.
Although this group of people had powerful cultivation, they underestimated Lin Haiyang's fighting ability, so they were destined to die tragically.
"You idiots, you actually want to kill me and take the Stone Tablet of Creation! You really don't know how to spell the word death. Let me tell you, my father has many treasures, so the Stone Tablet of Creation is not important to me. Your ancestors may be able to suppress my father, but you ants will never be able to suppress my father!"
Lin Haiyang looked at the monks indifferently.
"No one in this world can stop the ancestors from descending into the underworld!"
At this time, the middle-aged monk in the lead grinned, and then the blood of the twelve monks began to burn, and then the blood of these monks flowed into the body of the middle-aged monk in the lead.
"Ha ha ha ha……".
The middle-aged monk in the lead laughed heartily.
Immediately afterwards, his body emanated a dazzling golden light.
The golden light enveloped him, and he actually merged with the twelve people.
"Blending bloodlines... These people are cultivators from the Eight Ancient Clans. The Eight Ancient Clans control the bloodlines left over from ancient times!"
"This is a secret bloodline technique. It's rumored that once the bloodline is integrated, one's cultivation will advance by leaps and bounds!"
"It seems this guy has acquired the secret bloodline technique!"
The monks watching the battle around began to talk.
The people of the eight ancient tribes naturally heard the surrounding monks praising their ancestral bloodline, so they showed a smug look on their faces.
How powerful were the ancestors of the eight ancient tribes? How could ordinary forces be able to match them?
Lin Haiyang naturally heard everyone's discussions.
However, he ignored those people and continued to stare at the middle-aged cultivator from the eight ancient tribes. This guy was devouring the bloodline power.
The power of blood is continuously being drawn.
The aura of this middle-aged monk became more and more powerful, and his aura reached its extreme.
"I feel like my bloodline is about to complete its transformation..."
The middle-aged monk's face was full of excitement.
At this moment, he seemed to see the scene of himself growing into a powerful Saint Emperor in the future.
Just thinking about it, it’s a scene that makes your blood boil.
hum!
suddenly.
The void vibrated.
An unimaginable pressure descended.
then.
The void cracked.
A huge claw stretched out, grabbed the middle-aged monk, and tore him into a bloody mist. Then, the void cracked.
The huge claw disappeared without a trace.
And the cave that was originally sealed was completely hidden in the void.
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