The fist bombarded the flying crane boss, Zhuo Fan's power was incomparable, and he completely deterred these five unruly evil masters. In the hall of the villa, no one dared to move.

"Hmph! Listen to Lao Tzu, I now declare that you are now officially my subordinates. Zhuo Fan completely ignored Boss He, a semi-innate martial artist, and his sharp sword-like eyes swept over the faces of the five people.

Acquired martial artist, in front of the innate master, is a fart!

Zhuo Fan's silver hair was windless and automatic, and the powerful momentum exuded made Long Ying and the others feel as if they had pressed a thousand catties of boulder in their hearts, and they were extremely depressed.

In the face of Zhuo Fan's strength, the five masters of the evil way, they couldn't help but feel awe-inspiring in their hearts.

"Be your subordinate?" the crane boss couldn't help but shout, his voice as sharp as a mother in a brothel, calling the girl out to pick up customers.

"If you don't want to be my subordinate, you have another way to go. Zhuo Fan suddenly smiled.

"What way?" Long Ying, who was calm and steady, also spoke out at this time.

"Hmph, it's a dead end!" The smile on Zhuo Fan's face disappeared in an instant, and his face sank like water, and his words revealed a murderous aura.

Dead end? Everyone couldn't help but be dumbfounded. That's right, death is actually a choice, but as long as you are a normal person, you won't find death by yourself. And Boss Crane and the others, of course, are normal people who can't be normal, and they naturally won't go to death.

"I believe you have already guessed, yes, I am also Chu Shao's person, oh! Zhuo Fan jokingly looked at these five evil masters who were also famous in the ancient martial arts world, and the feeling of having everything under control was really wonderful.

"I've seen Boss Zhuo!" The sleek old man Duanmu immediately put on a smiling face and bowed to Zhuo Fan in a low voice.

Zhuo Fan calmly endured it.

With the miraculous effect of the thousand-year-old snow lotus, he successfully broke through the innate realm, and now that he has flown up the branches and turned into a phoenix, he no longer needs to put these acquired martial artists in his eyes.

Especially the masters of the evil way, they must be stronger than them, more ruthless than them, worse than them, and stronger than them, in order to deter these outlaws.

"My purple ginseng is gone. "Boss Crane, although the two of them are a little reluctant to be Zhuo Fan's subordinates, they can only accept it helplessly.

Unless they really don't want the antidote to the Forbidden Finger.

Mu Tuhong and Long Ying, who were even more singles, directly recognized Zhuo Fan's status, after all, no one wanted to joke with their lives.

"Very good!" Zhuo Fan was very satisfied, "I don't care if you really do things for Chu Shao, in short, if this matter is done well, Chu Shao will be rewarded heavily." ”

"If there is no reward, we will also have to work hard for others!" Duanmu muttered.

Zhuo Fan glanced at the old man Duanmu lightly, there was no emotion in his eyes, and he was terrifyingly cold. Old man Duanmu immediately closed his mouth.

"Boss Crane, you don't have to worry about your thousand-year-old purple ginseng, now, there is a great opportunity in front of you. Zhuo Fan looked coldly at the lonely crane boss who was speechless and asked the sky, and said in a cold voice.

"You...... What are you?" Boss Crane was suddenly shocked, with a pair of mung bean eyes, staring at Zhuo Fan deadly, and the fat on his face twitched one by one.

The others also pricked up their ears, waiting to hear Zhuo Fan's next words.

Long Ying and the others all knew that the crane boss wanted to take that innate step in his dreams, and Zhuo Fansuo's opportunity, wouldn't that be hinting at......

"Do you know what the 'Qi Refining Divine Pill' is?" Zhuo Fan sat down on a broken sofa. The sofa was originally good, but just now Zhuo Fan and Boss Crane shook each other, so it became broken.

Everyone shook their heads!

"Hehe, I don't think you know, because even I don't know. Zhuo Fan chuckled twice, looking at the stunned expressions of Boss Crane and the others, and wanted to laugh.

"However, I know that to refine this elixir, I need to use a thousand-year-old snow lotus. ”

"Millennium Snow Lotus?" Boss Crane and the others heard this, and their eyes suddenly widened.

"What is the effect of this 'Qi Refining Divine Pill'?" Old Man Duanmu hurriedly asked.

He kind of asked the question that everyone wanted to ask the most, but didn't have time to ask. The five masters of this evil path are all the peak martial artists of the day after tomorrow, and each of them is only one step away from the innate realm.

"Good question!" Zhuo Fan cast an approving glance at the old man Duanmu, who immediately smiled flatteringly. Those who know the times are Junjie, and this old man is sleek, but he is also a character. Zhuo Fan thought to himself.

"'Refining Qi Transformation Divine Pill' can allow an acquired peak martial artist to take that step to break through the shackles of the day after tomorrow!" Zhuo Fan said slowly.

"Our mission is rewarded with this elixir?" Boss Crane couldn't help but be overjoyed, breaking through the last shackles, but it was his lifelong dream.

"Yes!" replied Zhuo Fan.

In the hall of the villa, except for Zhuo Fan, everyone's eyes were full of fanaticism. Under the heavy reward, there will be brave men, this is not bad at all.

In order to obtain the Qi Refining Divine Pill, these people must go all out, hmph, Ouyang Family, you are going to be unlucky. Thinking of this, Zhuo Fan's eyes narrowed into a line, and the essence of the Dao Dao flashed out of his eyes.

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In the mountains bordering China on North Korea, Ouyang ignored the retreat.

The huge steelmaking furnace was still in normal Yunyue, the huge building was empty, and the heat wave in the huge concrete building kept tumbling.

On the wall, a temperature-measuring instrument displays, 128. It's no wonder that there is not a single person from the Ouyang family here. Baidu high temperature, who dares to walk here?

In the furnace, the molten iron is accessed by mobile phone: it is tumbling and bubbling. The terrifying heat made the furnace mouth glow with a golden color, revealing light.

However, although the steel at the mouth of the furnace was already red, it showed no signs of melting.

A layer of white mist, swirling over the mouth of the furnace, looked like a white cloud. Dao Dao white qi came out of the gurgling molten iron, Ouyang ignored it and still insisted, he didn't die.

In the blend of ice and fire, on the edge of life and death, Ouyang ignored the struggle. The crazy move seems to have gained something, and in the furnace, a terrifying force seems to be forming, Ouyang Ignorance is really in the situation of near death, and has made a breakthrough?

People are in the middle of life and death, and it is true that they can inspire unimaginable power. Before the last moment, no one knew if Ouyang would succeed in disregarding it.

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The castle is an important symbol in European history, it is not as gorgeous as the church, but it is more mysterious than the church. There will always be some outlandish stories, such as war, revenge, murder, horror, romance, all set in the castle.

And the castle often appears in vampire stories. In the history of Europe, it was believed that the blood clan generally lived in some remote castle.

During the day, he lay in the coffin, and at night, he came out of the coffin and walked out of the castle to hunt for food. The object of prey is usually humans.

The Alps are the highest mountain range in Europe, located in the south of Europe, from the Mediterranean coast of France in the west to the Vienna Basin in Austria in the east.

On a dark and windy night, and with torrential rain in the sky, three helicopters, flying low altitude, flew into the Alps.

Deep in the Alps, on a cliff in the mountains, there is an old castle that has been deserted. On this stormy night, this ancient castle crouched on the edge of the cliff like a fierce beast, exuding an oppressive atmosphere.

The ancient and dark walls are made of square boulders weighing more than a dozen tons, and they are extremely strong. Even after an endless period of time, the castle still stands.

With the whistling of the wings, three searchlights broke through the rain curtain of the night and shone down from the sky, and the silhouette of the castle was immediately exposed to the strong light under the high-powered searchlights.

Three ropes were thrown off the helicopter, and one by one, the guys dressed in black slid down the helicopter and down the ropes towards the castle below.

At the door of one of the helicopters, a silver-haired young man with a grim face was watching all this coldly. When more than a dozen people in black entered the ancient castle, this silver-haired young man jumped directly from a helicopter dozens of meters high.

At the moment when he jumped out of the plane, a dark red blood gushed out of the silver-haired young man's body, and the blood shrouded his whole body, and the downpour was difficult to wet the clothes of the silver-haired young man.

All the rain was blocked by the dark red blood light on his body.

"Canopy!", the silver-haired young man fell straight down from the sky, the bricks under his feet immediately cracked, and cracks spread from under his feet like cobwebs.

"Brush!" The dozen or so black-clothed men who got off the helicopter immediately stood neatly behind the silver-haired young man.

"Well, the people of the Holy See, in order to imprison William, went so far as to build such a large castle in the Alps. The silver-haired young man glanced around, and he realized that he was in the square in front of the castle.

This silver-haired young man is none other than the ancestor of the blood clan, Marcus. When he read Alexander's memories from Alexander's blood, he searched Alexander's memories for information about the imprisonment of his brother William, the ancestor of the werewolves.

William, the ancestor of the werewolves, was imprisoned by the Holy See in an ancient castle in the Alps.

A large black iron gate, after endless years of washing, still firmly blocked the entrance to the ancient castle. The rusty iron door exudes an ancient and vast atmosphere.

Marcus stared at the iron gate, a grim smile lifted into the corner of his mouth, and then, leaving an afterimage in the same place, instantly appeared in front of the iron gate, and his bloody right fist smashed towards the iron door