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Then, carry the rope back to the dwarf hill.

thump~

The rope with more than 100 dead heads in series was thrown in front of Atong's grave. Miyamoto Musashi choked up and said, "Atong, did you see that, I avenged you!"

Chapter 178: Mamahaha's Grievance

"A Tong, have you seen that I avenged you!"

Miyamoto Musashi stared at the solitary grave under the ancient tree, his eyes gradually moistened.

A gust of mountain wind blew from the direction of the village, and the huge canopy of the old tree shook slightly, making a rattling sound.

Jiang Ming seemed to hear a woman's silver bell-like laughter mixed with it.

After bidding farewell to Wuming Village, Jiang Ming and the others continued to head south.

The cities and towns passed by on the road, without exception, have become a paradise for blood races.

Several people stopped and went, killing countless blood races.

Meanwhile, Fuso is the southernmost.

The city that was once full of people has now become extremely eerie, reduced to a nest of blood clans.

In the blood palace, Di Jun gracefully picked up the wine glass and drank the red liquid in the glass, with an intoxicated look on his face.

"Well, as expected, the blood of senior warriors is the most delicious."

Beside him, a middle-aged human with severed limbs was hung by a rope, his face was pale, and there was a thin wound on his throat, blood gushing out continuously.

The blood servant took the empty wine glass from Di Jun's hand, put it under the neck of the human being to fill it with blood, and handed it to Di Jun respectfully.

"Master, please enjoy."

"Give it to you."

Di Jun waved his hand lightly.

The blood servant's eyes were shining, as if he had found a treasure, his scarlet lips moved to the edge of the wine glass, and he took small sips, drinking the blood as if cherishing it.

After drinking the blood, its pale face soon became a little rosy.

Di Jun smiled slightly: "How about it, the blood of Xingyao-level humans is sweet, right?"

The blood servant nodded vigorously.

The blood servant is the strongest blood clan under Di Jun's seat, and also the most loyal blood clan.

The name Servant is compared to the former Servant of God, that is, Jiang Ziya and the old master.

The status of the blood servant in the blood clan can be said to be below one person and above ten thousand people. Even so, it is the first time that it has tasted such sweet blood.

This human being is the strongest in the southern part of Fusang, the three warriors of Xingyao, with very strong energy and blood.

In Fusang, it is almost impossible to find a human being whose blood is sweeter than his.

"Thank you master for the reward, so that the blood servant can also taste such a wonderful taste."

The blood servant lowered his head and said.

The corner of Di Jun's mouth slightly curled up: "What is this? After we occupy the entire continent, even the blood of the gods will be drunk!"

"The master is mighty!"

The blood servant sycophants.

"However, there is still one problem."

Di Jun thought of the man who traveled across the ocean and chased him from the mainland, his eyes narrowed slightly.

"The master is referring to the mainlander named Jiang Ming?" The blood servant was a little puzzled: "From his performance, his combat power is no more than Xingyao Er. There is no need for you, the master, and the blood servant can kill all of them by himself. Tuan Mie, master, why are you so afraid of him?"

Di Jun shook his head: "You don't understand, he looks mediocre, but he actually carries Nuwa's inheritance. In this world, he is the only one who can be my opponent. It's a pity that I can't fuse with the other 99 remnant souls. Afraid of him, Jiang Ming?"

Blood servant: "Since the master can already contact the remnant soul in the mainland, why not bring him in and deal with Jiang Ming together?"

"Compared to Jiang Ming, recovering strength is more important. If a hundred remnants of souls can be restored to their peak state, let alone Jiang Ming, I don't even pay attention to Nuwa with remnants of blood."

Di Jun snorted coldly with haughty eyes.

"Blood servant, Jiang Ming will find my hiding place sooner or later, do you know what to do?"

"Master, don't worry, I've already set up layers of traps on the road, I'm afraid that Jiang Ming will become the food of my subordinates before he even walks in front of you, Master."

"That would be the best, I don't want to see his annoying face again."

Di Jun smiled sinisterly, pulled the human warrior over, lay down on the wound on his neck and sucked forcefully, gulping down the sweet blood.

The poor human strongman twitched all over, and his skin became pale visible to the naked eye, like a white rabbit that had been hung up for bloodletting.

The blood servant watched from the side, with greed involuntarily showing in his eyes.

Di Jun drank enough blood and threw the human on the ground: "Take him down, give him food and drink so he won't die, this is the last blood pig."

Blood pigs refer to humans who are raised in captivity like him, and are specially used to let blood for the blood to drink.

These poor human beings often suffer from painful torture, lose consciousness, and when they are bled, they will not even resist.

Life is better than death.

"Yes, Master."

The blood servant said sinisterly, and pulled the blood pig that was still slightly twitching out.

Hundreds of meters above the sky, the giant dragon floated above the clouds, as fast as lightning.

Na Ke Lulu held the flying eagle in her arms, and her clear and bright eyes revealed a look of surprise and shock: "Wow, Jiang Ming, your mount is amazing!"

Jiang Ming chuckled: "That's natural, it's much better than your Mamahaha."

"Yeah." Na Ke Lulu nodded subconsciously: "My Mamahaha can only fly two or three meters with me, and it won't be able to fly any higher. Your dragon is more powerful."

After the girl finished speaking, she suddenly felt a pain in her arm.

Lowering his head, it turned out that Feiying was pinching her with his claws.