In the dead of night, in a dark garden, there was a terrible roar, as if it had been tortured like hell, and the sound was full of depression and pain.

"Snort~!"

At a slow speed, the Grass Pheasant Sword easily pierced into the vampire's hard skin, little by little, inch by inch, making him clearly feel pain and fear.

"Ahhh~!"

"No... Don't, I don't know where he is, I really don't know, ahh~, kill me, you're a devil, a demon, you should go to hell...... Ahhh~...... Kill me...!"

The voice was miserable and frightened, which made people's scalp tingle when they heard it, and they couldn't stop feeling cold in their hearts, and they were inexplicably afraid of it.

However, Ning Tao's face was ruthless and indifferent, as if he was incarnated as a robot, full of inertia, and stabbed it one by one.

"Ahhh~Kill me~!"

When Miao Jingjing saw this scene, his face couldn't bear it, he felt that Ning Tao now was the evil side of his heart.

The Earl of the Blood Clan, his face was dry, skinny, and his pupils were shrinking, and he was suffering a punishment more terrible than blood.

His body, which could easily tear through a boulder, was now riddled with holes, and the vital parts were intact, but the rest of the body was almost cut into thin slices, and the blood was almost dry.

"No... Don't, I really don't know anything, I beg you, kill me, kill me, I will pray to you, I will make you a cow and a horse in the next life, I just beg you to kill me ......!"

When Miao Jingjing heard this, she clenched her teeth, while Ning Tao's face was cold and ruthless, and she still slowly spit out a few words in her mouth.

"Where's Moulton?"

When the Earl of the Blood Clan heard this, his eyes were almost blind from crying, and he could swear that he really didn't know where Morton was.

He can even guarantee that he has no hatred for Ning Tao, there is only fear, and all the hatred and resentment are transferred to Morton, who can't wait to drink his blood and eat his flesh.

Suddenly, as if he had thought of something, the Earl of the Blood Clan's face was full of brilliance and joy, and said excitedly:

"Wait... Wait, I... I remembered that there was one person who should know where Morton was, and he would have known. ”

Hearing this, Ning Tao's movements froze for a moment, and the blood red of his pupils gradually faded, blooming with bright brilliance.

I saw him hoarse and said, "Who is he?

When the Earl of the Blood Clan heard this, he hurriedly replied, "Yes... It was Lord Duke Bert, whom I had secretly seen talking to Moulton, and in a respectful manner, and whose relationship was by no means ordinary. ”

When Ning Tao heard this, his eyes narrowed, and the grass pheasant sword in his hand stabbed into it without hesitation, and only a small amount of blood flowed out.

"Ah~, what I said is true, if I dare to say half a lie, I will be ...... of blood devouring forever!"

"Snort~!"

The bright grass pheasant sword was pulled out, and there was not a trace of blood on it, it was clean and shining.

"Tell me all that you know, and I will give you death. ”

"I said, I say it all, thank you...... Devil ......!"

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The 9th arrondissement of Paris has a glorious art history, and every year a large number of artists and tourists come here to visit and enjoy this place with a rich artistic atmosphere.

In this ninth district, there is a remote hall, the scale is not small, but there are many people walking around during the day, and in the entire ninth district, it is also a little famous.

The night is late, the bright lights are dim, even the little animals are asleep, and the world seems to be peaceful and serene.

However, two figures pierced the sky, came here silently, and landed directly not far from the hall.

When you look at his face, it is Ning Tao and his party, and there is still a half-dead blood clan count in their hands, as if they are sluggish.

The two of them hid in the darkness, gazing at the temple from afar, revealing an atmosphere of art and harmony.

However, under Ning Tao's perspective, all this gradually revealed its essence and was exposed without hindrance.

In the hall, it was quiet and peaceful, empty, but there was a sound of gasping, and when I looked around, I found a few wriggling flesh worms, and there were nuns' clothes scattered on the ground.

This hall is a ...... Church!

And in the church there are many secret doors, which lead to the bottom, and there is a dark and mysterious fortress underneath.

In just a few moments, he saw two or three vampires chatting, all barons, all looking very pleasant.

Seeing this, Ning Tao retracted his gaze, his face was cold, he really didn't expect it, no, he never expected it.

The clergy, church fathers, and nuns in the church were all secretly controlled by vampires, and they even built such a solid, hidden fortress under the church.

Although he is only a name in the Holy See, he is also a part of it, as a cardinal, seeing this scene, it is like his own home, defiled by rats.

Even more hateful are the lackeys of the vampires, who pretend to be holy during the day and are so debauched at night.

It has to be said that the vampire's trick is too clever, no wonder few people can find their rudder, it is really too unexpected, he doubts that there is a general rudder under the Vatican.

Looking at the Blood Count in his hand, according to his words, the vampire below is the Mokawi family among the thirteen surnames, and here, it is just a rudder.

The two of them silently touched the place, and did not disturb the passionate scene, but went down the secret door to the fortress.

Miao Jingjing's expression was solemn, her pretty face was cold, and the invisible and qualitative snake charms squirmed into the depths.

The Bloodclan seemed to think that it was safe here, and was basically unguarded, and the few sentry Clans were still talking about blood food.

Ning Tao's clairvoyant eyes kept open, looking for the strongest Duke of Belt, there are many vampires here, if they are alarmed, they will rush up, and the consequences will be very serious.

Miao Jingjing's face was slightly pale, and a large amount of spiritual power gushed out in her body, and controlling spiritual power was the greatest skill of the witch sect.

Countless snake charms were conjured out, quietly burrowing into the bodies of those low-level blood clans, waiting for an opportunity to move.

The more powerful blood clans, she did not act easily, for fear of being discovered, but she was constantly eroding those low-level blood clans.

Suddenly, Ning Tao's gaze saw a place where there were many human beings, both male and female, who seemed to be treated as blood food.

Next to it, there was a tall blood clan, and at the moment he was smiling and trying to choose which blood food was better.

"Hmm!"

The tall bloodline seemed to notice something, frowned, and looked up puzzled, but that feeling was gone.

And in a corner, Ning Tao's throat was dry, his face was pale, and he was almost noticed just now.

Just when his mind was relaxed, Miao Jingjing also scattered a large number of snake charms, as long as there was a period of time, he would be able to take the initiative.

However, a roaring sound suddenly exploded, alarming the oppressive, bloody underground fortress.

"Kill me, kill me, demon, let's all die, haha......!"