Pan Xiaojin waved the blood-red hell lava flame with his right hand and threw himself into the evil black flame, boom, "The two fires collided and generated a wave of heat energy that spread to the surroundings, and the other blood clans and others who were watching hurriedly retreated to the farthest distance, using self-preservation magic to protect themselves from being affected. Sartre and Amis and the three princes also sweated for the young man in front of them.

Etteling saw that the evil flames in front of her were swallowed little by little, and her feet stumbled back a few steps, her breath was sluggish, and she said with a look of unwillingness and hideousness on her face due to the consumption of a lot of blood qi due to the release of the forbidden technique.

"How so, why, why would I lose to you.

Eterin showed a look of unwillingness and unwillingness to admit defeat in her heart, and once again pushed the blood magic to improve her physical strength and rushed towards Pan Xiaojin in front of her, she really underestimated the other party, and what she didn't know was that Pan Xiaojin was practicing the most advanced qi training method in ancient Chinese martial arts, and his physical strength far exceeded the flesh of the blood clan, and he was a vampire with a half-blood body.

Seeing that Irina pushed the bloodshot on both sides of the blood magic cheeks to her eyes, her red eyes were even more gorgeous, waving her arms to attack her, Pan Xiaojin showed a faint smile on her face, when Etrein's white hands were claw-like and sharp to grab the other party and found that the other party had no intention of dodging, the smile on her face made her a little panicked, and she wanted to withdraw her hand but it was too late.

Bang, Etteling found that her hands seemed to be grasping a titanium alloy steel plate and her body was even harder, and when she saw it, her attack didn't even touch the corners of the opponent's clothes.

Pan Xiaojin stretched out his hand and grabbed Eterin and said, "Give up, you are not my opponent, the reason why I don't erase you is for the sake of you still loving my uncle." After speaking, let go of the other person's hand.

No way, it's impossible Eatling kept muttering to herself at the moment, "How do you know, how can you read my memory."

Pan Xiaojin shook his head when he saw that the other party was crazy, and ignored her question, saying: "It's time to end, the words fell, and with a quick wave of his arm, he quickly flew the hairs infused with qi to Eterin in front of him, and quickly pierced into the five acupoints of the opponent's body, sealing the action, making her unable to move."

"Ah, what the hell have you done to me, Etteling screamed in fear when she found herself unable to move. As he spoke, he tried to break free, but found that he still couldn't move, and the blood relatives around him, including Sartre, looked at him in a cold sweat, and there were only four words in his heart.

Pan Xiaojin said with a calm expression: "Don't waste your efforts, after speaking, she didn't pay attention to the other party, but quickly appeared behind her and opened her mouth to reveal her white fangs, biting down on her white neck, feeling the evil bloodline power in Atelin's body quickly draining into her body, she couldn't struggle and resist at the moment, and the noble and pure bloodline she got from the queen was also swallowed up by herself one by one and taken for herself."

Pan Xiaojin thought of Zhen Xi ice cream, the taste was delicate and silky, and the milky aroma was rich, and he couldn't stop at all.

Pan Xiaojin let go of her mouth and wiped her lower lip, Etteling lost her blood force at the moment to support her weakness, and she felt a strong blood force behind her that made her heart palpitate.

The surrounding people looked at the scene in front of them, and the atmosphere was heavy, and they were also very serious, but they were awakened by a disgusting word.

Phew, Pan Xiaojin complained and said: "The taste of the evil bloodline is a little worse, I think it is not a great supplement for myself, the dark magic has mastered the magic of Eatlin and the Queen by devouring the bloodline, and I also have the memory of the queen for hundreds of years, and I also feel that the blood emperor bloodline in my body has improved, and the star brand on my chest has faintly become hot."

Sartre and the others present didn't almost fall down after hearing this, Ettelyn was weak and heard it clearly, there was an urge to cry, the power of the pursuit was still disgusted, her self-esteem was shattered and she cried, but she didn't have the strength to refute and passed out.

Not good, this is a sign of the awakening of the first form of divine blood. Pan Xiaojin screamed secretly.

Uncle, Amis, you are leading the Terrans out of here. Pan Xiaojin shouted sharply. Reaching out and snatching up the fainted Irina, she threw in the direction of Sartre.

Everyone who was originally lax at the scene looked puzzled when they heard Pan Xiaojin's words, and Sartre also took Irina and asked, what happened to my nephew.

Uncle, I don't have time to explain to you, let the others leave as far away as possible. As soon as Pan Xiaojin's words fell, a strong blood qi burst out from his body, and flames burst out with a hellish face, rushing to the sky and the entire sky was blood-red.

Pan Xiaojin's golden-proportioned figure was naked and exposed to the air, the white suit on his body had already turned to ashes in an instant, the starlight imprint on his chest was even brighter, and the blood-colored jade coffin slowly fell to the ground.

In the distance, Sartre saw such a change in his nephew, and this breath made the blood in the bodies of everyone in the undead blood clan tremble, and they didn't know what was going on, looking at the raging fire burning in the distance.

King Sartre, will something happen to the little prince!) Amis asked, looking at the worried eyes in front of him.

I don't know, Sartre replied as he hugged Irina and shook his head. With a solemn look on his face, what happened to this nephew in front of him, could it be! Sartre thought of the Blood Emperor's signs of bloodline awakening! His originally solemn face suddenly showed excitement.

The girl on the Ancient Tower of the Dead saw the red light that stained the entire sky red, revealing a shocked look, and Celine not far away also looked at everything in front of her in a daze.

Pan Xiaojin was violently calcined by the hellish face fire at this moment, his throat was almost dry, the blood in his body was boiling, and the essence and blood in his heart were also completely integrated at this moment.

"Plop, plop.

The heart made a violent sound, and as the heart sounded, a black flame erupted from Pan Xiaojin's body again, becoming a black pillar of fire and rushing into the sky, the black flame was full of evil aura.

When everyone saw the red and black flames in front of them, they were shocked and speechless.

At this time, a red and a white dagger in the blood-colored jade coffin appeared in front of Pan Xiaojin's eyes, turning into two lines that sank into the back of Pan Xiaojin's left and right hands, forming two very exquisite cross marks.

What's going on! These daggers are two! Pan Xiaojin thought of the information he had found before, and Goode had the dagger for trial and punishment! Two knives were not one! While Pan Xiaojin was thinking, information appeared in his mind.

Yinhui! The white dagger is called Yinhui to represent judgment! That blood devouring represents punishment! Pan Xiaojin stood still thinking about the information in his mind, his body was still roasted by two flames, but as the two holy artifacts became part of himself, the hell flame and the evil flame began to converge.

Pan Xiaojin changed the blood-colored jade coffin back to its original appearance, opened it, and wrapped himself in it. The jade coffin was suspended in the air, lying sideways and slowly falling to the ground, and all this turned into calm.

Sartre, seeing that all this was calmed down in front of him, exhaled a breath of turbidity, looked relieved, and sat down on the ground. Thinking that the rest of the undead blood clan had escaped a catastrophe of extermination, he looked at Irina, who was unconscious in his arms, with a complicated expression, but he thought that a new day was coming for the nephew in front of him.

In the sealed forbidden land, everyone present looked at the blood-colored jade coffin in front of them, their expressions were full of awe, and everyone did not leave, so they quietly looked at the blood-colored jade coffin in front of them, as if waiting for the birth of a new king.

On this day, when two red and black flames rushed into the sky, the two forbidden places in the West American country were the Witch Sanctuary of Gefia and the Holy See of the Demon Slayer of Varna, and the supreme ruler also sensed some change in the vision and sent people there.

On this day, in a hidden place not far from Adiran, the only five remaining undead masters also noticed it and slowly set off to go.

The awakening of Pan Xiaojin's bloodline in the blood-colored jade coffin continues the process of transforming his body, and he doesn't know what happened outside, Pan Xiaojin is also slowly absorbing the century-old memories of the queen, and he is also familiar with the magic of the undead.

Two days passed, and the tall, sturdy and destroyed sloping stone pillars in the sealed forbidden land of the undead blood clan, the brilliance around the blood-colored jade coffin in the center slowly converged, and there was a buzzing sound at this time.

In the past two days, Sartre and the rest of the prince's family and other blood relatives have not left, they have been waiting for a long time, and when they hear the movement, they all slowly get up.

The blood-colored jade coffin slowly opened, and a man with blond hair scattered in front of him stepped out, his face showed a noble temperament, his breath was very peaceful, and he had a strong body with a golden ratio, and his muscles were curved and angular

Exudes power.

The upper and lower bodies were wrapped in robes made of red flames, and the destroyed flowers and plants were reborn at this moment where they passed under their feet.

Wow, that's so comfortable. Pan Xiaojin stretched his waist and couldn't help but shout softly.

When the undead blood clan in the distance found the movement and looked into the distance, they saw the figure descending like a superior person, and the women among the servants saw Pan Xiaojin's appearance, they couldn't help but pounce on it reservedly, although they also had extremely beautiful appearances, they still restrained themselves when they thought of the disparity in status.

Oops, dear nephew, you're finally out. Sartre came over from afar and looked at Pan Xiaojin and said with a smile.

Uncle, why didn't you leave and return here! Are you waiting for me! Pan Xiaojin's golden eyes looked into the distance.

Yes, you have this! Sartre saw Pan Xiaojin's whole body in flames, and hurriedly retreated.

Haha, Pan Xiaojin scratched his head in embarrassment and smiled, my clothes were burned, and magic replaced them. Sartre shook his head helplessly when he heard this.

Little prince, your clothes, the servant has prepared for you, at this time Amis said in a black dress with both hands. Pan Xiaojin took it and quickly changed it.

"Nephew, didn't you find it uncomfortable after devouring the evil bloodline?" Sartre thought for a moment and asked!

No, it's more comfortable, the evil bloodline has become a part of me. Pan Xiaojin said with a smile on his face. It's like a normal thing.

Sartre and Amis looked at each other, thinking to themselves what kind of monster their sister Elena had born, it was terrible.

Nephew, the rest of the undead blood clan are here, although we survived the catastrophe of annihilation this time. Thank you for being your uncle's substitute. Sartre bowed to Pan Xiaojin.

Amis was also the most surprised, except for Princess Elena, the most talented is Prince Sartre, who has been arrogant for a hundred years and has never said thank you. Not to mention bowing.

"Uncle, what are you trying to do! From your actions, I can see a bad premonition. Pan Xiaojin was also shocked when he saw the behavior of this uncle he had never met, but his first impression was not bad.

The corners of Sartre's mouth rose slightly, revealing a handsome and evil smile, which made Pan Xiaojin's heart furious.

Nephew, my uncle wants you to be the king of the undead blood clan and lead the undead blood clan. Sartre thought for a moment and said.

Pan Xiaojin said helplessly, can't you? I have to be! I have just been admitted to university! I haven't experienced college life yet.

It doesn't matter, I've heard everything else from Amis's mouth. Sartre said with a wave.

In the end, Pan Xiaojin couldn't say a few mouths, but he still agreed, and Pan Xiaojin finally found that this cold and evil uncle actually used his mother as a backing.

It wasn't until half an hour later that Sartre summoned all the undead bloods, including the domestic servants. Pan Xiaojin looked at these blood relatives who had never met, and the servants also sighed in their hearts, this population withered terribly, sorted out his thoughts and said to everyone with a serious look.

"Your undead blood queen has fallen, those who have fallen are going to perish, at this moment all the undead blood clan, you are now listening to this king, in the future, you are not allowed to kill each other, you are not allowed to kill the clansmen, otherwise this network will be punished, a black flame appeared in the left hand and burned the sky, and the next second the sky became dark and full of evil and death.

"Oh my God, this is the evil power of the undead blood clan, dozens of times more powerful than Eatlin, Sartre couldn't help but tremble as he looked at the sky. I was also excited.

All the blood relatives and servants present, including the three princes, felt this majesty, and knelt down on one knee, put their right hands on their chests, and shouted, "We swear by our souls that in the future, the undead blood clan will follow the new king to the death and abide by the judgment of the new king, and there is no intention to violate it."

"The sound is like a bell, resounding in the sky.