Chapter 558 Questions

"Humph, you idiot!" After the old man scolded disdainfully, his mind moved through the divine consciousness. He issued an instruction to the spirit beast puppet under his feet.

This white tiger with wings immediately opened its mouth and let out a tiger roar, and spewed out a white light. At the same time, the wind suddenly roared with two wings.

The spiritual light then turned into a white hurricane. Under the wings of the white tiger puppet, the hurricane soared and became dozens of feet and rushed to the golden feather.

The hurricane came in the blink of an eye. Jin Yu shouted loudly and punched out several times in a row. The fist wind hit holes one by one in the hurricane. Although the countless wind blades raged in the hurricane were extremely sharp, they could not hurt Jin Yu at all.

However, the white tiger puppet, carrying the old man to a high air, continuously spewed or fanned out a large number of strong winds, and continuously poured into the hurricane column.

If you can slightly mobilize the magic spirit in the body, Jin Yu can flash and fly to the front of the white tiger puppet. With just a broken golden fist, it is enough to smash the white tiger puppet!

But now, he can only use one punch to resist the continuous attacks in the hurricane.

However, the wind of the hurricane is getting stronger and stronger, while Jin Yu's strength is being consumed little by little.

"Puff!" With a soft sound, there was a wind blade, which cut a shallow wound from Jin Yu's face, and a trace of blood oozed out. Then, there was another wind blade that became sharper and more and more amazing.

Jin Yu rushed left and right in the hurricane, but at this time, he could not mobilize the magic, which was equivalent to just a mortal with great strength and strong body. In this case, the speed was also very limited. He could not escape from the encirclement of the hurricane at all.

Jin Yu frowned and was very unwilling, but he could only keep hitting it with one punch, and he couldn't let the hurricane column completely wrap himself up.

But as the wind strengthens, the greater the resistance he swings with each punch, and the less damage to the wind column.

The hurricane is like an extremely sticky **, attached to the golden feather, which makes him unable to get rid of it, and it is also mixed with countless sharp wind blades, drawing blood marks on his body surface from time to time.

Suddenly, a huge wind fist suddenly appeared in the hurricane. With a " bang", it hit the top of Jin Yu's head heavily. Jin Yu, who was already exhausted, snorted and was unconscious.

The hurricane completely wrapped Jin Yu and shrunk into a ball. The winged white tiger opened its mouth and swallowed Jin Yu into his abdomen.

"This spirit beast puppet, with its own space in its belly, can temporarily cover up the sacred place of gold! In this way, I can quietly capture Jin Yu and Jin Shi alive and take them away from the Jin Kui clan!"

The old man was very proud. As soon as his mind moved, the white tiger's wings flashed, turned into a white light, and flew into the distance.

Soon after, the old man had circled the whole circle on the third floor, but still did not find any trace of Jinji's sacred place.

"It seems that this child has entered the fourth or fifth level, but the movement is not slow!" The old man said in his heart that under his order, the white tiger opened its mouth and sprayed again, and a white spiritual light flew out, wrapping him and the white tiger around him, forming a white protective light shield.

The wind of the light mask is roaring, and countless invisible wind blades are looming, which is obviously the spiritual light mask of the wind attribute.

Then, the white tiger carried the old man and entered the transmission light curtain under the cover of the light mask.

As soon as the old man entered the fourth dangerous situation of birds, flowers, insects and beeping, he immediately felt the golden holy breath of Jin Sa, and he was immediately happy.

As long as Jin Shi is still in this extreme demon abyss, he will never be able to escape his palm!

The old man just stayed in place for a moment, and immediately a lot of golden bees buzzed at him, but the white tiger's wings shook and immediately turned into a white light and flew away quickly, leaving these bees behind.

Before long, the old man accurately found Jin Sha. At this time, Jin Sha was staring at the old man with a surprised face. He was chased and bitten by hundreds of golden bees all over his body. His hands kept dancing wildly, bringing out the strength of Gu Feng and driving away the bees.

"Lord Chen! The adult came just in time. Hurry up..., ah!" Jin Shi looked at the old man with joy. In the middle of the words, he suddenly shouted bitterly. Obviously, he was severely bitten by a golden bee.

"Your Excellency, save the younger generation. These golden bees are so powerful!" Jin Shi shouted for help. In a moment, two or three golden bees stung him, making him cry out of voice.

"Well, he's a fool again!" The old man snorted softly, and an order was passed to the white tiger under his feet. The latter opened his mouth and sprayed. Under the white light flash, a roaring wind rolled out, and the fierce wind blade swirled and rushed to Jin Shi.

In the strong wind, the golden bees immediately tilted upside down and buzzed away. But the wind did not stop because of this. Instead, it continued to roll towards Jinza, and countless invisible wind blades cut across the surface of Jinza's body, making a sound of miso.

If it hadn't been for the abnormal strength of Jin Shi's body, I'm afraid it would have turned into countless fragments under this wind blade.

"What does this mean, my lord?" Jin Shi frowned and said in surprise.

"What do you mean! Humph, there are only you and me here. Why do you have to hide anything!" The old man said coldly, "You are a soaring monk from the lower world!"

"Flying monk, the adult has no evidence, how can he say this! Besides, is it true that the soaring monk should not be tolerated by his own clan? Jin Shi frowned, his eyes were wide open, and his hands clenched his fists and kept hitting out, so that the wind would not completely wrap himself.

"The general soaring monk will not only not be tolerated by the holy clan, but also will be absorbed and cultivated. However, you dare not reveal your status as a soaring monk. Is it because you have done something that you dare not tell others in the lower world!" The old man's eyes shrank and looked up and down carefully.

"What the adults are talking about, the younger generation doesn't understand at all. As the first alternative son of the Jin Kui clan, the adult actually took action against the junior at this time. Aren't you afraid that the Great Holy King will be investigated!" Jin Shi raised his eyebrows and asked harshly.

After looking at it for a long time, the old man took out a walnut-sized crystal blood-colored jade bead in his sleeve. He looked at the jade bead at Jin Sha for a long time, and then shook his head with a suspicious look on his face and said, "Although I am 90% sure, the sudden blood resentment in the little spiritual Look, I can't detect any abnormality!"

"What on earth do you have to cover up the blood resentment so tightly? With your cultivation, it is impossible to do it! If the existence of the Holy King helps you, you can directly pull out the blood resentment and destroy it completely. Why do you expose the blood resentment from time to time?

"Who are you and why do you murder the holy son of your clan in the lower world? There is no lack of the Holy Son to stay in the lower world for ten thousand years. During this period, there was no news. What happened? Do you fly from the lower world to the demon world with the help of the only ascension channel? If so, why does it appear in the Jin Kui clan, not my blood shadow clan? If not, is there another channel or space crack that can reach the lower boundary? What do you have to do with the Jinkui clan and why did you become the son of the Jindian clan? You are not short of the Holy Son. Is it the instruction of the high-ranking monks of the Kanak clan?

The old man stared at Jin Shi with his eyes, and a series of questions asked endlessly. If he could mobilize the magic spirit to use the soul search secret skill at this time, I'm afraid he would have done it in the first time.

There are too many secrets hidden in front of him, a young man with an unknown origin and an innocent face. The blood shadow family attaches so much importance to this person that when he was in the small spiritual world, he changed his original plan without authorization. He did not let the holy son of the Jin Kui clan fall into the hands of the thunder demon clan.

But the young man did not answer his doubts at all. He was still defending and struggling to compete with the hurricane blade.

"Your Excellency, is there any misunderstanding in this? What blood resentment, what is not lacking the Holy Son, the lower world, the soaring channel! All this is unheard of by the younger generation!" Jin Shi exclaimed as he tried his best to punch one punch after another. In the sound of "Bun", the amazing power brought by the fist made the hurricane inaccessible for a moment.

"Since you are obsessed, I'm no longer polite! If you are captured alive, it will come out naturally!" The old man sighed and passed another order to the white tiger under his feet.

The white tiger suddenly released its white light, and its wings fanned wildly, boosting the wind. At the same time, it opened its mouth and spewed out a strong wind, all of which came to the golden evil. The wind became more and more dense and stronger, and the golden evil was also more and more difficult to defend.

"Hey!" Jin Shi suddenly sighed, his expression changed, and the corners of his mouth looked at the old man slightly. He sighed leisurely in his heart, "It turns out that the blood resentment is really on my body. Unfortunately, if I hadn't sacrificed the body in the small spiritual world, maybe this person would have been able to see through it!"

With that, the golden sleeve robe shook, and a purple light flashed, revealing an identical young man, wrapped in a thick purple mask, which was the body of Zhao Di.

As soon as Zhao Di's body came out, he immediately spewed out a purple flame the size of a fist, and the surface of the flame emitted a faint five-color aura.

At the same time, Zhao Di also waved his hands, and the purple mask on the body flashed, and a piece of purple light wrapped the golden demon body.

"Spiritual cultivation in the period of turning into a god?" The old man was shocked, "You actually practiced a spiritual split in the divine period!"

At this time, the crystal blood-colored jade beads in the old man's hand suddenly flashed wildly, which shocked the old man.

"The anger of blood resentment! The blood resentment is actually on your spiritual split! No wonder, no wonder! As long as you have a special space treasure, you can hide your split in it. The blood resentment can't be revealed at all!" The old man shouted excitedly, and finally muttered, "No wonder the blood resentment suddenly appears. So it is!"

"Tell me the solution to the bloody resentment, and I can save your life!" Zhao's ground was like frost, and his tone was extremely cold.