"The very strong Huaxia youth, no matter who he is, if he dares to stop our plan for the revival of the blood clan, he must die. The old man said, hooking his finger at a man in the iron cage.

"Poof!"

The man's eyes were frightened, and a blood hole suddenly appeared on his neck, and the grumbling blood flowed out, and it actually flew up in the air, pulling out a long streak of blood, and the man's face showed a look of pain, but he couldn't make any sound, and the muscles of his face writhed violently.

And those young boys and girls who were also locked in iron cages saw this scene, and they all showed desperate expressions, silently flowing tears of fear.

The blood that flew in the air immediately flew to Morgan's arms, and immediately pressed against the skin, penetrating into the injured arms, constantly repairing the injured bones.

Morgan had a slightly happy expression on his face, and his arms were gradually healed intact.

"Thank you, host!"

"Okay, now that you've been exposed, the Morgan family doesn't have to go back, as for our plans, we must not be exposed, I believe that the other races are starting to prepare for the return, and we must speed up. The old man said with a solemn expression.

……

A blue light pierced the sky and suddenly appeared above the area.

"Well, that guy looks like it's supposed to be here?"

The blue light stayed in the dark sky above the night, and on the giant sword about two meters long and thirty centimeters wide, there stood a young man with black hair and black eyes, staring at the unfinished villa area below.

At night, when Morgan fled, Lin Mo did not chase him, but left a divine thought on his body, as long as the other party did not flee too far, he could judge the other party's location.

It is estimated that Morgan did not notice his divine sense at all, otherwise he would not dare to continue to stay in downtown Chicago.

Lin Mo slowly controlled the Xuanyuan Sword to fall vertically, and did not rush directly into the villa area, Morgan is a Western Blood Clan and Qiao are both vampires, but Qiao has been sleeping for a hundred years and has broken off contact with the Blood Clan, and he doesn't know the current situation of the Blood Clan.

Therefore, Lin Mo deliberately let Morgan go during the banquet, otherwise, he could kill Morgan with one blow at that time, and the other party was just to find out some information about the blood clan.

Falling to the ground, Lin Mo collected the Xuanyuan Sword in his body, and then slowly walked towards the internal area of the villa along a road where weeds were relatively scarce.

The rustling sound is particularly harsh in the quiet of the night.

At this moment, in the dark shadow corner of a villa, an upside-down black guy, with two bright black eyes, stared at a young man walking slowly among the weeds in front of him.

The black guy had a round head, two pointed ears, and a layer of fluff growing on its curly wings, and suddenly, it opened its mouth, revealing two sharp fangs, spread its wings, and flew towards a villa in the center of the villa.

Lin Mo raised his head and glanced at it, a trace of disdain appeared at the corner of his mouth.

The black bat flew into a villa and landed on the shoulder of an old man.

"Morgan, you're being followed, someone is coming. The old man said calmly.

Morgan's face changed, "Could it be that Huaxia man, what method did he use to follow me?"

"Since he is here, then we will kill him today, after all, Hamon also has the noble blood of our blood clan flowing in his body, and the people who killed our blood clan dare to come to you, hum!" The old man snorted coldly, took off the glasses on the bridge of his nose, and his face showed a somewhat hideous color, "The blood of the strong is the most delicious." ”

Darkness envelops a dark area, and the silhouette of the building is faintly visible in the darkness of the unfinished villa.

The cold wind whistled and the weeds rustled.

A figure walked slowly, trouser legs and weeds brushing against each other making a subtle noise, and a pair of dark eyes shone with a fierce light, staring at a villa in front of him with a faint glow.

"Oh, and there's a strong aura?"

Person.

It was Lin Mo.

The faint light of the villa, the door suddenly opened, a black shadow appeared in the doorway, in the dark night, the person's eyes emitted an extremely strange red light, you are obvious.

"Morgan?"

For the monk, even in the dark and at a distance, his eyesight was extremely sharp, and he could clearly see the slightly burly figure, but the two eyes that radiated red light showed a hint of resentment.

"Lin Mo, do you dare to come with me?" Morgan gritted his teeth, Lin Mo not only killed his own son Hamon, but also seriously injured him for the first time.

"Don't you dare to come out too?" Lin Mo cracked his mouth.

"Humph!"

Morgan sneered, "Lin Mo, my master is waiting for you inside, I want to see you." ”

"Is your master also a Bloodline?"

Lin Mo was slightly surprised.

Just now, he did feel another more powerful aura from the villa, and it seemed to be restrained, not completely emanating.

Lin Mo followed Morgan, originally wanting to know something about the blood clan, and said, "Okay." ”

Morgan opened the villa door and strode straight inside.

Lin Mo followed, now his strength has entered the innate realm, and has broken through the two small realms of the four elephants and the dragon, plus a Xuanyuan sword equivalent to the five grades of the spiritual weapon, there are very few people on the earth who can make him face it.

Inside the villa.

Medieval decoration style, some old abstract style oil paintings hanging on the walls, several black octagonal copper lamps placed in all corners of the hall, faint lighting, reflecting the whole villa.

A silver-haired old man with a rickety body was sitting on a wooden chair, with a smile on his face, looking at Lin Mo lightly, but in those originally cloudy eyes, there was occasionally a trace of blood that made people palpitate.

"The hosts. When Morgan saw the old man, he said respectfully, and immediately stood silently.

The silver-haired old man nodded, his sharp gaze converged, and he looked at Lin Mo with a smile, and a hoarse voice came out of his throat, as if he was grinding wooden blocks with sandpaper, "Friends from afar, please sit down." ”

Lin Mo glanced at him, and immediately felt an extremely evil blood qi from his body, obviously the other party had been stained with a lot of blood and resentment.

Lin Mo sat down on the sofa and looked at each other quietly, a golden light flashing in his eyes.

The silver-haired old man showed a slight look of surprise, and said, "Your Excellency should be the most famous Lin Shao in the dark world recently, right?"

"Oh?"

"You know me, too?"

Lin Mo was a little surprised.

"You can call me Count Jonny, I am from a very ancient blood line, Lin Shao is a hot powerhouse in the dark world now, your name, I have naturally heard of it. The silver-haired old man narrowed his eyes slightly and said lightly.

"That's all you want to say to me?"

Lin Mo's two sword eyebrows frowned.

Count Jonny smiled, "Lin Shao is a dark powerhouse, I would like to invite you to join our blood clan, a strong man like us, everything in the mundane can no longer attract us, if Lin Shao is willing to join our blood clan, I can promise you a lot of benefits." ”

(End of chapter)