At night, in the sky above Adiran in the west, the moon is round, the moonlight is yellow, there are no stars in the sky, and there are no insects around in the dark night, the forest is quiet and quiet, and the cool breeze blows When Pan Xiaojin saw the night in front of him, the undead blood clan lived in such an environment more or less desolate.

At this time, Sartre's voice sounded, and the little golden nephew is about to enter the castle, and everyone is waiting for you.

Pan Xiaojin turned his head and nodded, "Uncle, have you ever thought about letting the clansmen change their way of life?"

Sartre's grim face showed weakness and said: "Nephew, why didn't my uncle let the clansmen change to a better environment, after the undead blood clan broke away from the ten major clans for generations, he made an oath not to harm human beings, until your appearance is not just to see the loneliness of the current undead blood clan, but what! In your appearance, uncle I saw hope again, and it was also the hope of other clansmen."

Pan Xiaojin smiled and said, "Uncle, don't frame me, I'm really not that powerful."

Xiaojin nephew, don't be modest, it's not about you, you are among the clansmen and now they believe in you, including my uncle and me. Sartre said.

All right...

The two returned to the castle, and at the request of Sartre and Elena, Pan Xiaojin sat on the throne of the blood king, while his uncle Sartre and Elena sat on the left and right, and Pan Xiaojin himself became the lord of the blood clan in a daze.

In the main hall, there are less than a hundred princes, dukes, earls, barons, and viscounts, and there are less than a hundred of them, and there are domestic servants among them, Pan Xiaojin sat on the main throne and watched everyone, everyone was discussing something on the seat. Among the blood clans, with the increase of strength, the clothes worn are also different, representing the title.

Blood King, I'm Wacker Albert, what should we do with the undead blood clan in the future!, a middle-aged man dressed in a black and red prince's gentleman's uniform asked first.

After hearing this, Pan Xiaojin looked at the other party's gentleman's clothes, and knew that the other party was a prince under his mother's narration, and said, "Hello Uncle Bert, I have also thought carefully about your question, first of all, the loss of several princes of the undead blood clan in this civil strife is considered a serious injury, and there will be problems with the life safety of blood relatives in the future, so I want everyone to move to a new living environment, I don't know what your opinions are."

Wacker Albert nodded slightly.

Sartre also spoke at this time: "Dear nephew, uncle, I have no opinion, but we leave Adiran and choose a new address as a shelter for our people, and it also requires a huge amount of money, and we must not do anything against morality in the oath, where can we go!

Pan Xiaojin looked at everyone present and said, "Uncle, you don't have to worry about funds, I will have a way to solve it."

Everyone in the hall was discussing with each other, and Pan Xiaojin didn't bother, after all, this was the place where they had lived for hundreds or even thousands of years.

Blood King, I'm Wacker Merlin, and it's also a problem that our population is withering and it's hard to reproduce the next generation. A woman dressed in an earl's dress asked.

After hearing this, Pan Xiaojin fell into deep thought, and now the population of the undead clan is less than a hundred people from my mother, including the number of dependents, minus the domestic servants, the population is indeed very scarce.

Only if the bloodline is noble and noble, the probability of giving birth to offspring is higher.

After thinking of something, he said, "Don't be discouraged, blood relatives and household servants, I have a better way to improve the purity of your bloodline.

In the main hall, except for Elena and Sartre, who knew their identity as the Blood Emperor, the other clansmen did not know at all.

At this time, Elena looked at her son and said, "Little Kim, do you really want to do that?"

Pan Xiaojin glanced at his mother and nodded, "Mom, you don't want to see the rest of the clansmen withering and flowing blood!

Elena was relieved to see that her son in front of her was very good, and said, "Then the mother will no longer persuade you, but will support you."

Everyone in the hall was quietly waiting for them to speak.

You all know the Blood Emperor Clan, and I am the second generation of the new Blood Emperor, also known as Guyid II, and my Bloodline will be able to create a new bloodline for you, not only with the undead bloodline, but also with a new Blood Emperor Clan.

Blood King, are you really the Blood Emperor? My God, that's incredible, everyone in the hall knows the history of the Blood Emperor very well, including the three princes here who are also extremely shocked to hear this news.

Sartre then spoke, "Okay, don't be too surprised, your king is indeed the Blood Emperor, and this king has already been divined by the necromancer.

Pan Xiaojin thought that from the moment he got the bloodline inheritance, coupled with the awakening of the blood emperor bloodline activated by the evil bloodline that was now devouring itrin's body, the purity of the blood emperor's bloodline was greatly improved, and it was more than enough to sacrifice some life essence blood to improve the purity of the bloodline for the undead bloodline.

Everyone present took a breath of cool air, and their faces were surprised and incredible.

Pan Xiaojin didn't wait for everyone to be shocked, turned to the side and commanded Amis, "Bring a big cup."

Amis quickly took a large cup and handed it to him with both hands, and after taking it, he poured several bottles of blue horseshoe crab blood, stretched out his arm and cut through his arm, and a stream of red blood dripped into the cup.

Everyone present felt the powerful bloodline power contained in those few drops of crimson blood, which was very pure, and the bloodlines in their bodies were suppressed, including the three princes and Elena, as well as Sartre's sense of oppression.

Pan Xiaojin first controlled a drop of red and blue blood to fly towards Elena, who opened his mouth and swallowed it. Soon all the blood relatives and domestic servants were given a drop.

Pan Xiaojin opened his mouth and said, "From tonight onwards, you are all my dependents, and soon you will also feel the bloodline power it brings to you, and I remind you that after you completely fuse my essence blood, there will be a brand power, and when you become a depraved one day, it will stop you and warn you, in the future, you don't have to worry about becoming the blood of the evil degenerate."

At this time, Elena and Sartre, as well as the three princes, soon had a blood-colored mark on their foreheads, which looked very bewitching, and disappeared in a blink of an eye. The rest of the people present were also extremely excited, and they felt the blood veins in their bodies changing.

Sartre said with a cold and excited expression: "Thank you so much, nephew, you are amazing, the blood veins in my uncle's body are becoming more refined, and the blood is boiling and constantly increasing."

The others also began to slowly approach the strength of the earl and duke, and after seeing the fusion of everyone's bloodlines, I nodded with satisfaction, and the undead blood clan also began to advance to the new blood emperor lineage.

At this time, everyone in the castle was still in an excited mood, and several figures appeared silently, wearing goat skulls, fluorescent eyes, wearing an ancient robe, holding a skull staff in their hands, and they couldn't see their faces and ages clearly, and several people slowly walked into the hall.

In the main hall, with the figures of several people, they also looked at the door of the main hall, and Sartre and Elena, as well as the three kings, including themselves, also looked at the door and were startled. Seeing the costumes of the other five people, four men and only one woman.

Pan Xiaojin spat out three words in the queen's memory.

Sartre spoke, "Yes, nephews, they are the necromancers who maintain a close relationship with our clan.

All the blood clans who sat down knew that the necromancers were hiding in hidden places, and they were the only ones looking for them, and they never took the initiative to find each other, and everyone was a little surprised to see five necromancers tonight.

Sartre didn't know that the only five remaining necromancers appeared at the same time tonight, and looked at each other and asked, Mokaro, why are you here.

"Three Kings of Sartre, we are here tonight for the Blood Emperor, and we know that you have just finished a great war. I'm sorry I didn't help much. Mokaro's soul-shattering hoarse voice reached the ears of everyone present.

Everyone in the audience felt a shock in their souls, and they were all listening respectfully, not daring to speak.

Sartre got up with an apologetic look on his face, put his palm on his chest and said apologetically, "Mokaro, you don't need to be polite, if you want to say sorry that it's me, in order to save the clan, Mocharay gave his last life for the blood clan."

Mokalo shook his head and said, "I can't blame you, our necromancer and your undead bloodline were originally one, and now there are only five left, and his sacrifice gives our necromancer a glimmer of hope when he sees the appearance of the Blood Emperor."

Sartre nodded, speechless.

"Mokaro, you left the Hidden Lands tonight and came here for the Blood Emperor, and you need us to do something for you. Elena asked.

Princess Elena, I am very glad to see you, the last time we met was more than twenty years, and we have a reluctant invitation to come tonight, Mocaro said.

Elena nodded and said, "Mocaro, you have given a lot to our clan, and now there are only five of you left, so you don't need to be so polite if you can help us as much as you can."

Mokalo thought for a moment under the mask of the sheep's head and knelt down on one knee and said, "Blood Emperor, there are only five of us left in this world, and I beg you to resurrect my people in the future, and in return the souls of the five of us will be dedicated to you."

Pan Xiaojin's face was full of surprise when he heard this, does he have the ability to be resurrected? Looking at the five people who knelt on one knee and fell into deep thought, after a long time, he said, You are up and saying, Amis will sit for them.

Soon five chairs appeared behind them, and the five slowly got up and sat down.

Pan Xiaojin thought for a moment and said, "I don't understand what you mean by resurrection, and do I really have that ability?

Mokalo said, "Blood Emperor, you are the only one who has such an ability now, but you have not fully awakened.

Pan Xiaojin did not deny it and said, "Well, Mokaro, you are right, I also feel that the life span of the four of you is about to reach the limit, even if you dedicate your soul to me, you will still die."

Blood Emperor, you are right, even if we dedicate our souls, we will still die, at least it can enhance your spiritual power. Mokalo said without concealment. also showed a look of seeing through life and death.

Pan Xiaojin himself heard that Mokalo said these words with a hint of sadness, which really touched the heartstrings of the great favor that the undead master brought to the undead blood clan, I promise you that I will help you if I have the ability.

Mokalo spoke, "Thank you Blood Emperor. Please help us take care of Movina after our deadline, this is our only wish, she is the last bloodline of the necromancer.

Pan Xiaojin looked at the five people in front of him and bowed slightly.

Don't be in a hurry to thank you first, I haven't fulfilled my promise yet, I have a way to get you through the deadline, I don't know if you are willing to do it. Pan Xiaojin looked at the five people in front of him and asked.

Mokalo was surprised and said, "Is the Blood Emperor asking us to convert the Blood Clan? That would cost you a lot, the soul power of the undead master is superior to the spiritual power of your blood clan, and the queens of your undead blood clan have not been able to do it."

Pan Xiaojin thought about it and didn't respond, and did do as the other party said.

At this time, an undead master reached out and took off the sheep-headed skull mask on his head, revealing his true appearance and amazed everyone present, her appearance was suffocating and beautiful, as if it was not what should be in this world, and she looked like she was only 20 years old. Pan Xiaojin, who was sitting on the main seat, suddenly felt a shock in his heart, and he didn't know what was going on, the delicate and beautiful face of the woman in front of him was even more outstanding than Ye Xinjiao and Situ Meiji, and the woman in front of her was like an elf, with pure white long hair, silver eyes, bright eyes and bright teeth, snow-white skin, tall figure, and a robe in ancient clothes.

Blood Emperor, my name is Movina when we meet for the first time, I am willing to dedicate my soul as your maid, as long as you help my grandfathers, Movina is willing to pay the price on your behalf I only beg you, the woman said.

Pan Xiaojin shook his head and said, "You are willing to be my princess!"

Movina said seriously, "Yes."