After signing in for fifty years, I became the leader of the vampire clan

"Can't she come with us?"

Fang Qingyan withdrew his gaze from Petsia, looked at Caroline, and asked.

Caroline nodded without thinking: "Of course not, everyone is an ant under the law, and the aftermath of the battle will turn her into powder!"

Hearing this, Petsha's little mouth suddenly pouted.

Fang Qingyan smiled and said to her: "It doesn't matter. You open the law well first. There will be more opportunities in the future."

She nodded obediently, looked at Fang Qingyan with her pure and beautiful eyes, and said seriously: "Master, be careful and come back safely."

"Don't worry, I will protect him."

Caroline patted her chest proudly and promised.

Then he looked at Fang Qingyan and raised the corner of his mouth: "Let's go."

"Where to go?"

"Human race!"

…

The human race is the first-class race among the hundreds of races in the world!

Li Wangsheng, the "Martial Emperor" among the Three Emperors, is a human race boss.

However, no one remembers him long ago.

The purpose of the Twilight Hermits is not to interfere with the world and not to come out when there is no "business".

The vast majority of people have already severed their ties, and their only belief is "killing gods".

Having lived in seclusion for countless thousands of years, no one remembers their names.

The appearance, culture, and customs of the human race in this world are very similar to the ancient dragon kingdom in Fang Qingyan's previous life, which is very special among hundreds of races.

Human race, Great Zhou Dynasty.

In the grand palace, there is an underground secret room.

There was an old man in the holy realm wearing a golden dragon robe who was practicing in seclusion.

He is advancing from Saint One to Saint Two.

…

Above the imperial city, thousands of miles high in the sky.

More than a dozen people were hanging silently under the starry sky, with different appearances and shapes.

There are humans, demons, orcs, undead, demons, wizards, warlocks, elves... They are all above the Holy Second, and they all come from various races.

But they all have the same belief, which is to destroy "him" and overthrow this man-eating world!

No one spoke, as if waiting for something.

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A gust of wind roared.

Caroline arrived with Fang Qingyan.

"I've seen the Wind Emperor!"

Most people saluted respectfully.

The other "Five Emperors" simply nodded.

As for Fang Qingyan, no one cared about him and was simply ignored as a "newcomer".

However, he didn't take it seriously at all. No matter where he hung out, if he wanted to gain respect, he had to rely on his ability and qualifications, and the Twilight Hermits were no exception.

Caroline looked around with beautiful eyes, then looked at an old man shrouded in black robes, and asked softly: "Death Emperor, hasn't the Ghost Emperor come yet?"

The old man in black robe raised his head, revealing half of his face that was so rotten that only bones were left. The green phosphorus fire danced in his eyes, and his voice was hoarse and low: "It's about now. This time it's the Ghost Emperor's turn to lead the team. He understands the importance of the matter. , it is impossible to be absent.”

This old man is a leader of the Holy Realm of the Undead Tribe.

His whole body exuded a (cgca) creepy aura of death.

Being called the "Death Emperor" by Caroline means that he is also a big boss in the "Fahu" realm!

"That's good."

When Caroline heard this, she nodded and didn't want to say any more.

Everyone continued to wait patiently and silently.

Another moment passed.

Several sounds broke through the air, and a burly man holding a trident arrived. He was bare-chested, with a muscular dark blue haircut, a tall and mighty body, and strong muscles.

"Here we come, Poseidon."

"Well, how could I be late for such a good thing?"

Poseidon said in a rough voice.

This is another Dharma Lake realm boss!

Next, people arrived one after another. These members of the Twilight Hermit Society were usually scattered among all races and places in the world. Now, when they have "live" time, they all come one after another and gather here.

Among the five emperors, the remaining two also arrived one after another.

One is a female elf, with the honorific title: Pharaoh.

One is a male demon with the honorific title: Spirit Emperor.

At this point, the five emperors have arrived!

Each of the five of them has a powerful power, and they are all super strong in the Fahu realm.

Fang Qingyan has been observing carefully.

And Caroline introduced him in a low voice.

The Death Emperor of the Undead tribe practices the "Law of Death", the Poseidon is the "Law of Water", the Pharaoh is the "Law of Life", the Spirit Emperor is the "Law of Soul", plus Caroline's "Law of Wind".

If these five big guys break out with all their strength, this small world may be destroyed to a great extent.

However, this is only the Dharma Lake realm.

They all took advantage of the Creator's loopholes.

Normally, the creatures in this world will never be able to break through the "Dharma Well" and open up a "Dharma Pool".

However, these God-killers from the Twilight Hermits Society have even opened up Fa Lake and Fa Sea!

Fang Qingyan was even more curious, what kind of bug did they find?

"Is everyone here?"

Suddenly, an old and gloomy voice reached everyone's ears.

A black portal opened in the void, and an old man with a ghostly aura about him came out.

He has a sallow face and thin muscles, and looks like an evil ghost, with strange red will-o'-the-wisps dancing in his eyes.

With just one glance, I felt a scalp-numbing evil aura rushing toward my face.

"Welcome the Ghost Emperor!"

Everyone bowed respectfully and shouted in unison.

The Undead Tribe, Ghost Emperor Gujira, Shura Law!

Fang Qingyan's eyes were solemn. Is this the terrifying strong man in the realm of Fahai?

One of the three strongest people in the whole world!

The aura of this ghost emperor has reached the peak of the eighth realm of Saint!

I don't know what method he used to suppress his realm at this critical point and not enter the ninth heaven.

"No need to be polite, get up."

The ghost emperor's voice was extremely hoarse, which made people feel gloomy, but his temper was okay.

"What's the situation below?"

The ghost emperor asked again.

The dead emperor immediately said respectfully: "The bait has been spread, the fish will soon be hooked, wait a moment and you can start hunting!"

"King Wu of Zhou is a descendant of the old man Li Wangsheng. Li Wangsheng is also very cruel. In order to kill the gods, he doesn't even care about his descendants."

The ghost emperor shook his head, his voice hoarse and low, "But if you want to kill the gods, how can you not pay the price?"

At this time, Caroline, who had been paying attention to the palace of the Great Zhou Dynasty, suddenly fixed her eyes, and she immediately said:

"King Wu of Zhou is about to break through. When the time comes, please trouble the ghost emperor to break through the alien space!"

"Yes."

The ghost emperor nodded lightly.

Fang Qingyan narrowed his eyes and looked carefully at what they were going to do.

A few minutes later.

A hearty and long roar cut through the sky and spread over the Great Zhou Dynasty——

"Hahahaha! I didn't expect that after breaking through the second level of Saint, the realm would soar by itself. Is this a gift from heaven to the strong? After eight hundred thousand years of hard practice, the heaven has treated me well! Hahaha——"

Everyone in the sky heard this, some sneered, some despised, and some showed sympathy and pity.

In just a few tens of seconds, King Wu of Zhou's aura broke through from the second level of Saint to the third level of Saint, and then opened up the fourth, fifth, and sixth levels of Heaven... Finally, he sprinted with all his strength and directly penetrated the ninth level of Saint Realm!

"Hahahaha! This king has stepped into the ninth level of Heaven, invincible in the world! Unprecedented and unrivaled, even the legendary strongest man of the human race who has fallen, the Sword God Li Wangsheng, is inferior to this king by half! Hahahaha! Wait, what is this, who is——"

The voice stopped abruptly.

King Wu of Zhou's wild laughter had not yet ended, but his breath suddenly disappeared, and he disappeared from this world along with his entire body.

Fang Qingyan's pupils contracted violently.

He dared to guarantee that there was no trace of King Wu of Zhou within a radius of tens of millions of miles. He was taken away by a mysterious thing and completely disappeared from this world.

"Ghost Emperor, take action!"

Everyone looked at the Ghost Emperor in unison.

"Hmm~" The Ghost Emperor nodded, raised one hand, and his five fingers tore easily like steel claws. A terrifying and destructive law force burst out, but it flashed and disappeared in a flash.

Swish——

A huge gap was torn in the space, and there was a desolate and dead atmosphere inside, as if it was a passage to another world.

"Enter!"

Everyone seized the opportunity and entered one after another.

Fang Qingyan was no exception, and flew in with Caroline.

The Ghost Emperor entered last, and then the crack closed tightly.

This ultimate powerhouse in the Fahai realm had just used the Shura Law, but his realm did not rise. The power of the law was released and then withdrawn, giving no chance for the realm to be agitated. This control was incredible.

Fang Qingyan entered this strange space.

In an instant, his eyes were extremely horrified, and his pupils shrank violently.

In this world, billions of withered corpses piled up into an ocean, and the "sea of ​​corpses" was endless.

On each corpse, there was a breath of the holy realm!

All of them were the leftovers of the holy realm of the ninth heaven!

Above the sea of ​​corpses, there was a being with a breath like a god, grabbing King Wu of Zhou with both hands, with fangs deep into his neck. In just half a second, King Wu of Zhou turned into a dried corpse.

He had a beautiful female face, but his expression was numb and dull, as if he was a puppet without self-awareness, with bloodshot eyes and exposed fangs.

Behind him, twenty-four crimson holy wings spread out, layer upon layer, covering the sky and the sun, and each holy wing was more than a thousand meters long.

"The ancestor of the blood race, Lilith!"

Fang Qingyan stared at him intently and said this with gritted teeth.