The blood clan boss was sucked blood by the opponent's light god

red.red.red.

Open your eyes, there is no light, only the muddy red light covering the whole world.

I can't remember what happened at all, my memory was cut off, and I was just pushed to the present time.

The sound of talking from somewhere, gurgling, like a noisy stream of water, pouring into the nose and ears, making it hard to breathe, leaving only the cold feeling of chills, bumping back and forth on the eardrums, pushing the blunt heavy The pain was conveyed to the depths of the brain.

"It still doesn't work."

"Sure enough, a vampire who cannot control magic power is a waste."

"The bloodline of the supreme black god is nothing but a failure."

"Hmph, you still expect to lead the blood race to break the contract with the devil? What a big joke."

"I won't be able to easily activate my magic power in the future, right? If I go berserk again, I'll lose my life if I don't keep it."

"Families wishing to pursue the Black God's core, and wishing to obtain the power to approach the Black God, are all a dream after all."

If this is the case, I have heard it behind my back a long time ago, and I have long been used to it.

As for the bloody riots that nailed him all over his body from time to time, after countless times of endurance, he became numb and insensitive.

I have nothing to fear.

This sentence is the only magic that I can cast freely.Whenever you chant it in your heart, you can dispel all the haze of pain, become brave and strong, just like the sun, emitting a constant dazzling light.

However, fate can always be on oneself, showing how cruel it is in a variety of ways.

He who taught himself magic, in the end ruthlessly overthrew it.

how, how, how—

He slowly raised his head and looked at the dark fog.

Hateful.

A muffled thunder sounded in the air, and the continuously expanding mana field gathered from all directions, brushed against the black outline of the tower, brought out faint red-black lightning, and passed over Zhou Huiyang's bloody and rotten face.

Like a marionette manipulated by transparent threads, Zhou Huiyang stands up crookedly, with his left toe pointing to the ground, his right leg bent, his arms outstretched, and his whole body leaning back, showing a fragile posture about to be broken .I saw a translucent human figure slowly separating from his body. After it was fully materialized, the tattered skin slammed down on the ground, rotting into a pool of floating ash, which was piled shallowly at the man's feet.

He also has the iconic fangs and pointed ears of the blood race. Rather than saying that his complexion is pale, it is more accurate to describe it as extremely sickly gray.However, such a creature has bright red hair, and when it is thrown away at a glance, it is like a corpse that has been thrown on fire, exuding a warm and dead breath.

"It's more appropriate to face you in this posture, Xiao Hei."

Zhou Huiyang, no, he should be called the Seventh True Ancestor now, he lifted his chin slightly, and gave Xia Mixun a strange smile.

Xia Mixun didn't say a word, and sent him flying with an old fist.

"boom"!The Seventh True Ancestor fell heavily to the ground, and the whole portrait was stunned by the beating. After lying on the ground for a while, he stood up with difficulty, and slowly walked towards Xia Mixun.Although staggering, it is like a wild beast approaching its inevitable prey.

Where does the confidence come from?Xia Mixun was speechless, grasped the void, several feathered silver butterflies turned into a small magic circle, and chased after the seventh true group.

This form of attack has the characteristics of high speed, maneuverability, and strong lethality. Once the enemy is locked, there is no possibility of escape.Seeing them explode in a series of light all over the body of the Seventh True Ancestor, but the other party seems to have predicted everything, and dodges in the crack of the magic burst at a speed accurate to a few tenths of a second.

Xia Mixun's pupils constricted, and the Seventh True Ancestor was the first one to survive this attack, but it wasn't because of his extreme speed, but because of familiarity.

Extremely familiar.

Familiar with all his thoughts, strategies, and actions, and know everything about him better than himself.

"Chasing after your back has become my habit. In the 1000 years you have been away, I still haven't stopped a day." The Seventh Primogenitor seemed to be wearing a mask, without a trace of expression, but the hollow voice was full of Pain, "Finally, I realized that even if I kill you, you can still torture me and make me extremely painful..."

Before the end sound fell, Xia Mixun raised his hand and released four beams of silver light. Although it seemed invisible, the air was agitated with a "humming" sound.They are like the thinnest blades that have just been quenched, and they are invincible, containing endless and huge power.

"Puchi-"

The broken bones were mixed with the turbid sound of flesh and blood cracking.

The Seventh True Ancestor's wrists and ankles were accurately pierced, and the entire portrait was thrown high into the air, nailed straight in midair.

"I've never... seen..." He gasped intermittently, "Is this your newly created magic..."

Xia Mixun snapped his fingers, and immediately four silver lights shot out, piercing the abdominal cavity of the Seventh True Ancestor.They are deeply embedded in the internal organs, like four sharp and sharp blades, moving and cutting wantonly, chopping flesh and blood, picking apart meridians, giving back the most heart-piercing purgatory to this ghostly heart .

Pain, pain, how can it be so painful!The Seventh True Ancestor finally showed a slightly distorted expression on his ashen and silent face.But what burned him even more was the realization that Xia Mixun would not give him any more responses.Xia Mixun, no, he hates this despicable human name, how decisive is Xiao Hei, once he said that he wants to die tonight, he will no longer regard himself as an abominable traitor, not even a living thing, It's just a target.

But even so, there was still fierce hatred burning in his chest.Hate, which gives life to falsehoods, is not diminished by indifference.hatred!He hates it!Every breath is a highly toxic miasma, and the sight of the doomsday is everywhere.

"The difference between me and you is like the abyss, you can fold the paper in half repeatedly a hundred times to touch the moon, but I don't even have the qualifications to pick it up."

The Seventh True Ancestor's eyes were so red that they were black, blood dripped from his pupils, rolled down his eye sockets, and flowed into two miserable lines of blood and tears.Under Xia Mixun's brutal magic field and the attack of Dao Dao Ling Chi, his body has turned into a cluster of red flowers full of flesh and blood. His vitality is passing away bit by bit, and he will soon wither and wither .

Suddenly, a bright red line of blood flickered all over his body, and then disappeared in an instant.The dense lines seem to be alive, as if they are about to pierce out.This flickering was as fast as if it had never happened, so fast that Xia Mixun only felt that it was just an illusion.

It doesn't matter, it's all over anyway.Xia Mixun thought.The old score between myself and this vampire will soon be written off.The curse-killing formation uses this capital punishment to offset, and the half-soul uses the other party's life to offset, so that the two cancel each other out, just gouging out this contemptible filth from your own life, and clean it up.

The Seventh True Ancestor must also have a premonition that his time is running out, his ashen face is full of madness, and he curses Xu Xu in a strange tone that is fast and slow, high and low.

He didn't curse his family, he didn't curse the forged blood, he just vented all his hatred on Xia Mixun.In the 1000 years since Xia Mixun disappeared, the hatred that has nowhere to pour out has also been folded. If it can be realized on a page of paper, I am afraid that it has already reached the universe farther than the moon!

"It is not misfortune itself that is truly cruel, but your presence and forcing me to be aware of misfortune. You are omnipotent, how capricious and free you are. All that you have done for me is nothing to you Small things, you just want to satisfy yourself, thinking that you have a connection with the Millennium City... thinking that the Millennium City might become your place of belonging."

"It's ridiculous...Xiao Hei, you are really stupid."

The eyeballs of the Seventh Primogenitor are like broken red glass beads, stiff and stiff, fully reflecting the dark fog—the sharp thorns that penetrate deep into the center of the pupils, penetrating all the way through the internal organs, swallowing up all emotions like the Cordyceps sinensis clean.

"So what about the True Ancestor...What about the Duke of Cruelty... You are all alone after all... A monster in the forest... Ugh!"

The silvery-white light beam that pierced his heart suddenly became radiant. The halo danced and gradually spread, forming strands of fine circles of light that enveloped his whole body.

Xia Mixun is ready to end this belated liquidation.

The Seventh Primordial Patriarch's gnashing of teeth and heart-rending mournful words were like a breeze to his ears, probably only tickling him a little bit to make him laugh.From the past to the present, no matter who he is to, no matter what he says or does, he does not have any purpose. He just listens to his heart, just because he thinks and wants.

But it was interpreted as having so many despicable and dark motives behind it.

Heaving a sigh of relief, Xia Mixun continued to increase the release of magic power, and the countless circles of light imprisoning the Seventh True Ancestor began to emit more dazzling light, illuminating the entire stage as bright as day.Those circles of light are invading the texture bit by bit, like a group of vultures. Soon, they will eat up the body and soul of the Seventh Primogenitor, and completely wipe out the rotten sepsis. Get rid of this world.

At this moment, the Seventh Primogenitor moved.

Xia Mixun didn't have time to distinguish whether this was a physiological convulsion when he was dying, because the dangerous premonition roaring deep in his mind came faster, just like the ice cone on the eaves in the cold winter suddenly penetrated into the back collar, swishing and stinging immediately Chilled him from head to toe.

"I also told the truth to the stump of jealousy." The Seventh Primogenitor's blood-cracked lips curled into a strange smile, "Xiao Hei, I really want your soul, even if it's only half."

Countless crimson blood lines emerged from his body, densely entangled like blood vessels and meridians.The magic power also began to flow, flowing in all directions along all the blood lines, just like when the dam collapsed, the manic torrent couldn't wait to sweep across the land thousands of miles away.

"At the end of the day, I can finally use magic without any scruples. It's great."

In the next moment, the Seventh Primogenitor turned into a cobra that was aggressively hunting, and suddenly jumped towards Xia Mixun who was a few steps away.His hands became the gathering place of all the magic power, and he waved forward in the air, a blood-colored magic circle suddenly appeared, beeping at high speed and attacking Xia Mixun.

In the nick of time, Xia Mixun seemed to have dispelled all five senses, only restlessness eroded his bones and blood, and poured into his limbs and bones——

It was the first time I felt this way.

Even if he had confronted the god of winter before, he had never been so firmly bound by a sense of panic as he is now.

You know, the fuse that caused the Seventh True Ancestor to usher in the magic power runaway for the first time was just a small magic activation.But even so, catalyzed by the forged blood of the Black God, the uncontrolled violent magic power still severely damaged the two vampires of the Senate.

Now, this lead is no longer the little magic of the past, but a conscious fight for life.The monstrous hatred engraved into the blood is a burning fire, and the magic power that has been accumulated so far is plentiful and full of fuel. When two people meet, the flames are burning like candles, and the sea is boiling. It is a horror that can destroy the world. Disaster.

Xia Mixun's pupils tightened suddenly, and he stretched his hands forward. Countless red-striped silver butterflies rushed towards the blood-colored magic circle like gorgeous blooming silver-white fireworks.But at the moment when they are touched and excited, it is like a mud cow entering the sea without a trace, completely eroded by the opponent's magic field.

As the bloody magic circle approached inch by inch, Xia Mixun's magic power was released at an almost unprecedented speed, and his whole body began to ache, as if thousands of sharp needles were piercing through every inch of blood vessel texture, half of the body's body The soul groaned non-stop, and there were really signs of coming out of the body.

This distorted and crazy power is far better than Yan Dong's full blow.Xia Mixun didn't know if he could grit his teeth and survive with his current self.Thoughts turned back and forth and cooled down quickly.So what is strong, what is weak?In short, try your best to withstand this blow!Even if he fights to the death together, he must let this rotten old debt be settled with him.

At this moment, a gorgeous barrier of light suddenly rose from the ground in front of Xia Mixun, like an indestructible shield, blocking him from the raging magic field.There was only a light "嗤——" sound, and the moment the violent and ferocious blood-colored magic circle collided with it, it disappeared without a trace.And the barrier of light dissipated as if it had completed its mission, turning into a rain of light that flooded the silver butterflies one after another.

The little butterflies were eroded by the Seventh True Ancestor's magic field, and they were already in great pain.Bathed in the gentle light at this moment, all of them flicked their tentacles and flapped their wings, looking joyful.

Xia Mixun raised his hand in a daze, receiving the light and soft golden raindrops, dripping on his palm, and melting into a familiar temperature on his skin.

How could he not know the source of this power.

Slowly turning around in the direction he sensed, his heart was also beating wildly in his chest, "Boom, boom, boom...", it became louder and louder, almost deafening.

In the end, what crashed into the field of vision was——

"Sorry, I didn't want to interfere with your handling of this matter."

Shang Lai walked from the darkness to the light, still calm and warm, just like the warm breath on his body.But now, Xia Mixun seemed to see him clearly for the first time, and he seemed to know him again. He no longer looked like the human youth who was young enough to radiate light, but more like a hermit who had passed endless years .

Facing Xia Mixun's astonished gaze, he raised his eyebrows slightly, and said in a calm manner:

"Actually, like you, I never went to school."

The author has something to say: Can anyone get the meaning of the name Zhou Huiyang (Seventh True Ancestor)?

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