Master comes down the mountain, I don’t know martial arts, but I am an immortal

As Dracula laughed, blood stains appeared on the walls, pillars, and floor tiles.

The blood glowed slightly red and flowed very slowly, but because it was everywhere, the entire underground palace soon became a sea of ​​blood.

Dracula stood in the middle of the sea of ​​blood, and the crutch in his hand turned into a blood vessel, and the underground blood flowed from this blood vessel to his body.

Then, his body turned into a bloody human form.

"Swallow it! Death!"

Dracula's voice came out through the blood, as if a man was talking in a water tank, dull and suffocating.

Waves of blood surged toward Li Muchen.

Li Muchen did not hide, but just watched quietly.

Soon the blood overflowed his body and engulfed him.

"Hahahaha..." Dracula laughed contemptuously, "I thought you were so powerful, but it turns out it's just that! It's just that... hahahaha... uh..."

His laughter stopped suddenly.

Because he found that there was a red light in the sea of ​​​​blood, which was more vivid than the surrounding blood.

Dracula felt that his breathing was stagnant. The energy that had been continuously delivered to his body just now was decreasing. The blood seemed to be sucked away by the red light. Xizhou's blood was coagulating and its color became dim.

He raised the blood stick in his hand in confusion and found that the blood in his veins had dried up, and the blood stick turned back into a dead wood.

The red light became more and more dazzling, and finally turned into a small sun and jumped out of the sea.

The sea of ​​blood dried up instantly.

Dracula raised his hands in an attempt to block the sunlight, his face contorted in pain.

The red sun exploded suddenly, filling the room with red light. It was released and then closed, revealing the figure of Li Muchen.

He was still standing where he was just now, as if he hadn't moved at all.

The only difference was that Dracula saw a red light flashing between his eyebrows, as if he had an extra eye of blood.

He suddenly remembered an ancient legend circulated among the Vampires - when God opens his third eye, the anger will burn out the blood in the world, and that will be the end of the Vampires.

"No! Impossible!"

Dracula shook his head desperately, as if he wanted to get rid of a nightmare, and the fat on his face kept shaking.

"Who are you? Impossible! You are just an Eastern warlock! Impossible! The original blood is clearly in the blood of our blood clan. Why is the original blood shining on your body?"

He began to speak a little incoherently, tapping his cane on the ground anxiously.

"Primal blood?" The red light between Li Muchen's eyebrows disappeared, he lowered his head and thought, thinking of the blood demon in Shu Mountain.

Faintly, he felt an unusual secret, someone was plotting against him.

In the past, he knew that someone was deliberately disturbing Tianji to make him unable to see clearly, but this time, he felt it clearly.

"Haha, that's it."

He raised his head, looking as if through the thick floors and domes of the castle, as well as the fog in the forest and the clouds in the sky, looking towards the sky thousands of miles away.

Dracula was muttering to himself, and then suddenly remembered something: "Yes, I understand, you are a thief, you stole the Black Fire and the Holy Blood from the Holy Light Laboratory. It must be Like this! Hahahaha! It must be like this! But it’s useless. It’s just for experiments. The blood volume is far less than the accumulation of our blood family for thousands of years. We have the blood of God, and I am the son of God! You from the East Thief, you stole the blood of the gods, I will sentence you to death!"

He suddenly raised the staff in his hand, pointed towards the sky, and shouted: "Fighters of the Vampire Clan, go to war for the glory of our clan!"

Those huge pillars glowed red, and a tall vampire walked out of each pillar. These vampires all have green faces, fangs, and ferocious faces, like wild beasts.

Their movements are sharp and fierce, and as soon as their bodies move, they have moved to the next position.

Li Muchen was slightly surprised. It was not that these evil spirits were powerful, but that they were not in a hurry to attack. They always kept a certain distance and formed a large formation with the help of the layout of the entire castle and the forest outside the castle. .

This formation coincides with the Yin Yang Bagua method.

This is definitely not a Western formation.

Li Muchen had come into contact with and understood many Western sects, especially the Holy Light Society in recent years. He knew that they had their own system and would never use the Bagua theory to set up formations.

"Who taught you this formation?" he asked.

Dracula laughed sharply: "This is the blood-forming formation passed down by our vampire ancestors. The raw blood you stole from the laboratory can break the tide of the blood sea, but it cannot break this blood-forming formation. Your blood , will eventually melt here. Not only you, but also the earth in the future will be covered by the sea of ​​blood!"

Li Muchen was very surprised. Dracula didn't look like he was lying, and there was no need to lie.

The question is, if this blood transformation formation was passed down from the ancestors of the blood clan, who would it be? Is it related to the Blood Demon in Shushan?

"Vampire warriors, kill this Eastern warlock, keep his blood, and send his soul to hell!" Dracula shouted.

Those evil spirits rushed towards Li Muchen from all directions in the west. At the same time, as the formation changed, the power of the powerful earth veins formed a vortex of energy, immobilizing Li Muchen.

"Unbelievable!"

Li Muchen raised his hand, and a black lotus bloomed in his palm, and a black fire burst out.

The power of the earth's veins spread out, and the vampires were all reduced to ashes in the black fire.

"you you……"

Dracula looked at all this in disbelief.

He thought of the ancient legend again. When God opens his third eye, God's anger will dry up the blood in his veins, and the end of the vampire race is coming.

Doesn't the black flame represent anger?

"Impossible...impossible..."

Dracula murmured to himself, and after a moment, he laughed like a madman again.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! You can't even think of succeeding! I will never fail!"

Countless figures appeared in the huge underground palace of Bradburg. They seemed to be illusory, and the dim light penetrated their bodies, but their appearance could still be seen.

There are elderly people, young children, women, and men, but no matter who they are, they are all skinny and hunched, with long and thin arms hanging weakly, and their steps are slow and clumsy, like people in famine. The crowd used up the last strength of their lives with every step they took.

Li Muchen frowned.

These are not vampires, but the souls of dead people who have been drained of their blood.

So many people, densely packed and overlapping in such a huge space, numbering tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, or even millions.

Such a huge number of innocent souls are many times more heinous than the Yinshan Sect they met in Huangze!

"Hahahaha..." Dracula laughed crazily, "I know you are strong, but even the strongest people have weaknesses. I understand that you Eastern monks take it as your duty to do justice for heaven. Look at these thousands of souls, Their grievances have nowhere to vent, and they will demand debts from you. If you kill them, you will be burdened with endless debts and karma and will never recover. So, just help them, and it will be considered a worthy death, and it is in line with what you call The way to practice. Hahahaha..."