Chapter 323: Compatriots

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As the victor of the First World War, Paris experienced a boom of expansion in the twenties before the Great Depression of 1929, and was a cultural and commercial capital of industry and ancient architecture.

Mr. Wang's car was passing through a commercial district. Along the street, I saw warblers singing and dancing everywhere, and the paper was drunk. Just as the carnival opens, there are markets and fairs of all kinds, and street juggling, singing, dancing and theater clog the streets. Sociable Parisians sing and dance, and you can see many nightingales and prostitutes laughing softly in their costumes.

"This is truly the world of the Bloods. Sitting in the car, Wang Zongchao could still clearly sense the dark energy aura around him, and in a short distance, he could be sure that there were at least more than a dozen blood clans in the crowd. They were dressed as gentlemen or nightingales, constantly shuttling through the flow of people, looking for their prey.

"Today's Paris is a place of filth and filth. Lùsi, who had just finished reading the prayer, explained: "There is another Paris under Paris, a Paris of the yīn ditch, which has its roads, its squares, its dead ends, its abyss with roads in all directions, the great mole holes, and the paradise of dark creatures. Even we have a hard time hunting down dark creatures in that environment.

Nowadays, their activities are becoming more and more rampant, openly forming factions and camps, hún into high society. According to Bishop Dumoscon's information, there is also a large gathering here, which was secretly initiated by the Bloods. So I think you're here to find out what you need. ”

"Bishop Dumoscon......" Wang Zongchao couldn't help but feel a little strange in his heart when he read this name, just because this name was not the first time he had heard of it, after the original ghost and god legend mission, the reason why Zhan Lan was able to practice the white magic of the Holy See after returning to the plot world seemed to be related to this person's help. Then he turned his head to look at Lùxi: "Can't you still put down the cross on your shoulder?"

lù Xi still shook his head, Wang Zongchao didn't say anything, opened the car door and got out of the driveway: "I'll go out for a walk by myself." ”

"If you encounter danger, please use this, so that the combat organs of the Holy See that receive the signal will rush to ...... as soon as possible" Lùsi suddenly handed him a crystal in the shape of a tetrahedron, and reminded him in particular: "Be careful that the Bishop suspects that this unusual gathering of the Blood Clan may be related to a certain Blood Elder." ”

Wang Zongchao nodded and took the crystal, he knew that this was the secret angular light of the Holy See, and after it was shattered, it would burst out in an instant with a brilliance ten times more dazzling than the sun, which was not only an effective killing weapon against dark creatures, but also a signal to contact his companions.

He was dressed in Western-style clothes and a top hat at this time, and except for the fact that his face was an oriental face, hún did not look too unusual in the crowd. The figure is just a flash, and it merges into the rolling flow of people, without the slightest trace.

Qi concealment is a very mysterious thing, although it is not a stealth technique, but Wang Zongchao always makes people close at hand ignore him like a small stone on the side of the road, but he has a clear understanding of all the people in a wide range and the things of the blood clan.

About an hour later, Wang Zongchao appeared in a remote neighborhood in Paris, where a dilapidated convent could be faintly identified by the name "Catholic Retreat" on the door panel, the ruined windows, the dilapidated gate, the mottled walls, and the pillars on all sides were almost very difficult to support the entire building from collapsing, and even the large cross on the dome was twisted and destroyed. It used to be a very solemn building, but now it seems that the shadow cast is terrifying like a cannibalistic spirit......

At this time, a French woman dressed in the costume of a person with a sense of emotion, boasting of her provocative figure and colorful equipment, was leading a man who had been mí hún to the dilapidated monastery, apparently trying to find a field battle. It's just that Wang Zongchao can clearly judge that the girl is actually a vampire, while the man is completely an ordinary person.

If this was just an ordinary Blood Clan hunting event, it wouldn't be enough to attract Wang Zongchao to follow. But the key is something else: the monastery in front of him is aura, and it is exuding an ominous murderous aura outward. The strength of this murderous aura is not proportional to the dark aura emanating from it, so it can be seen that there is a certain formation that covers most of the dark aura, and there must be many powerful dark creatures lurking in it.

It would be too wasteful to target an ordinary human man with this kind of formation. In fact, a hundred meters behind the female vampire and the hunted man, there was another man with a rather heavy backpack on his back, sneaking up on his feet. What surprised Wang Zongchao the most was that the man's face under the felt hat was obviously yellow skin, and he also used the Chinese style light martial arts method, and his cultivation was quite high, and he didn't look like a person in the Holy See or a European monster hunter.

"It turns out that this is a trap for this person" Wang Zongchao came to a conclusion in his heart, because without the killing intent sensing ability of the third-order gene lock, this person who tracked down the female vampire would naturally not be able to see through the ambush in the monastery as easily as himself, and it was likely that he would change from a hunter to a hunted person.

However, in addition, no matter which side can detect Wang Zongchao's existence, just because he not only shielded the qi with "please god**", but also distorted the surrounding light with the sun and moon pupils, and the whole person showed a sense of transparency that melted between light and darkness, and standing in the corner would not attract any attention at all.

Seeing that the Oriental had also followed the female vampire into the monastery, Wang Zongchao stretched out his hand and gently clicked on the wall beside him, and immediately a bowl of bricks was dug out silently like tofu. Then Wang Zongchao slipped into the house from the hole as if there was no real smoke, and not even a grain of sand and gravel was spilled in the whole process.

At this moment the Oriental man who had followed him had just stepped into the monastery when the two wooden doors, almost joined together, closed behind him, the paint falling from them, and the sound of the hinges rubbing against each other was like a baby's cry, sharp and piercing. The faint noise of the city outside the door was immediately cut off as if it had been cut off with a knife.

In the darkness, a pleasant piano sound sounded, and the piece being played was Beethoven's famous piano sonata "Moonlight".

The candles on the altar lit up one by one like a ghostly fire, reflecting a man in black sitting in front of the piano, his fingers brushing the keys like running water.

This man was so skillful that he was as good as the best classical ballerina, not to mention the soul-stirring music, but the beautiful dance of his slender fingers on the keys. He is as calm and graceful as a prince in the dark, and the intruder is nothing more than a rude and savage thief.

"I've started to pretend to be ...... again" Wang Zongchao was speechless for a while, the blood clan may have lived too long, even if it is fighting, it must follow the graceful demeanor of classicism, and the battle is like staging a gorgeous stage play, especially when the shape shì has the upper hand.

"It turned out to be a trap" The man found that he was surrounded, but he was not frightened, and sneered and took off the disguise of his felt hat and trench coat, only to see that he was a young man in his early thirties, wearing a strong suit and a lot of rune paper crisscrossed on it.

"But this is just right, it seems that you should be an important person, I captured you alive, just to exchange hostages"

"A Chinese without gentlemanly manners rashly uses the term 'hostage', which is too rude Mr. Xi Méng, whom you have repeatedly searched, but chose to become a noble god without any coercion at all. The blood clan who played the piano looked up when he heard this, and lù showed a handsome and pale typical European face, Jin Sè's hair was meticulously arranged, and his blue eyes shone with a mysterious light: "Let me introduce myself: My name is Carlo Adam Toledo, the Count. If you are willing to cease hostilities against our people, abandon your barbaric manners, and follow the arrangement. I can have you and Mr. West Méng meet ......"

Although Carlo's words were gentle and polite, at this moment, the surrounding corners, dark aisles, and the darkness under the table were surging towards the Taoist like ink, and the terrifying aura of yīn spilled out without warning.

And the Taoist is not a fool, and at the same time, he reacts.

However, to the surprise of Wang Zongchao, who was onlookers, the Taoist did not perform any Dao skills at the first time, but took out a grenade from his arms and threw it straight into the air.

With a bang, the grenade exploded in the air, but unexpectedly, what exploded in the grenade was not a flame, but a myriad of rune papers like a heavenly maiden, each of which had a small nail on its own and spread out like rain all over the sky, and suddenly the walls, heavenly boards, floors, and every corner were nailed with rune paper.

Under the change, the darkness around him was also shattered, and the figures of more than a dozen blood clans under the cover of darkness were staggered towards the Taoists.

The figure of the Taoist jumped upward, like a flying dragon ascending to the sky, and jumped to the dome of the monastery more than ten meters high and almost broke out of the house. At the same time as jumping high, he suddenly pulled out a ballista-like thing with a huge caliber behind his back, and as soon as the trigger was pulled, eight flagpoles connected to red ropes were immediately sprayed out of it, along with many miscellaneous talismans, which spread out in the shape of gossip and slammed into the ground, and in an instant, a formation spread throughout the entire monastery hall.

As soon as the formation was completed, the blood clan's originally lightning-fast movements suddenly slowed down. The whole person of the Daoist descended from the sky, and with a palm as strong as a tornado, he slapped on the back of a blood clan who could not avoid it. With a dull thud, the Blood's bones crumbled into powder like dead branches. The organs that could not stand the huge pressure were suddenly crushed to smithereens, and then turned into a mass of meat sauce in the body. The broken rib pierced his abdomen, and a blood-red bone spur came out. Under the tremendous impact, the bones of the whole body were smashed into pieces, and the blood clan rolled to the ground like mud, and the whole body splattered with blood.

The Taoist then fell back to the ground, stepping on Yu Bu in the fog and running in a circle rapidly, under the traction of the power of the formation, his figure was like shrinking into inches and turning faster and faster, and every circle was laid a circle of dark talismans, only two circles, there were dozens of talismans on the ground that were touched one after another, or fixed, or exorcism, or mí god, or thunder rune fire talisman, although the power is not great, but it caused great trouble to the blood clan who rounded him up. Moreover, the formation also has a ghost-like mí trace effect from time to time, which makes the opponent's movement trajectory unconsciously deviate, and the two sides are unable to move for a while.

"Very exciting...... Wang Zongchao, who was secretly watching, made an evaluation in his heart, there are no weak people in the blood clan of these round-up Daoists, and it can even be said that the strength of each person is not much worse than that Daoist, even if he did not set up an ambush in advance, he also had a great advantage, but the Daoist was already anti-guest in the blink of an eye.

Laying out such a formation in an instant, if you cultivate to a primordial spirit like Saitoichi, Cheng Dù, who has thousands of thoughts, is actually nothing. But this Taoist is really powerful and powerful, and it seems that he is probably taking the Jindan route rather than the ghost immortal route, although he is strong in melee combat, he is much inferior in the release of divine thoughts, but he makes up for the defects with some strange and practical equipment. This person's cultivation is not talked about for the time being, but at least it has been proved that he has an active brain and is very good at flexibility.

However, after all, the Taoist was outnumbered, and soon there were a few colors on his body. One of the female bloods who used the bayonet sword suddenly pressed the mechanism on the hilt, and the slender blade of the sword would turn into countless sharp blades, forming a long whip in a strange shape and drawing it at a dangerous angle. Although the Taoist had a faint tortoiseshell pattern of the body, the blood was still splashed. In addition, several other male blood clans swept towards several flagpoles nailed into the ground at the four corners, and pulled out the flagpoles with one hand to destroy the formation.

However, this pull was followed by a roaring explosion, and the two blood clans who pulled out the flagpole were suddenly drowned in the brilliant flames, screaming miserably.

"Haha, this is a gorgeous return gift from China," the Taoist laughed and pulled out a stick, and then sprayed a dazzling fire dragon from it, enveloping all the blood clans around him who couldn't avoid it. At first glance, Wang Zongchao thought that the Taoist had used a flame ** device, but when he looked at it again, he saw that it was just a firework for Chinese festivals.

But it wasn't like ordinary fireworks, and all the bloods who were caught off guard by the gorgeous flames screamed, and black holes were burned out of their white skin. However, this was not over, and the Taoist immediately lit several fireworks in his hand and threw them around.

With the sound of crackling fireworks, more than a dozen purple and red flames rushed up to the sky together, and then turned and reflected in all directions, scattered vertically and horizontally, and staggered and flying. The brilliant and gorgeous light flame dragged the golden ribbon of light like a meteorite, interweaving various patterns such as huā, birds, and beasts, illuminating every corner of the dilapidated monastery, reflecting the colorful light, driving away the original terrifying aura of the forest, presenting a festive and festive absurd farce.

All of the Bloods spun around and swung their cloaks to sweep away the dangerous fireworks that had touched them. But in the incomparably gorgeous flames in the sky, three blood clans flying in the air were swallowed up by the fireworks, and the whole person turned into a ball of fire and fell to the ground and disappeared.

Count Carlo, who had not made a move, snorted coldly and stretched out his right hand, his right hand gloves were all depicted with a complex magic array in black sè that was deeper than the night, and with the faint flow of dark power, the entire right arm was wrapped in a looming black mist.

His whole body jumped out like a demon bird, and the black mist on his right arm expanded at least four or five times, gradually condensing into a strange claw like a substance, grabbing into the bright smoke huā.

A firebird full of flames and heat was pinched into his hand in an instant, and the firebird that should have been extremely dazzling and conspicuous was perfectly concealed by the brilliant fireworks all over the house, and it was inconspicuous.

In the next moment, the black hand that grabbed the firebird was cut into pieces by a sharp qi and scattered, and a small fiery red sword suddenly flew out, with a beautiful flame tail, killing the other blood clans.

"Is this your hidden killer weapon?" I admit, underestimating you" Count Carlo no longer cared about the little sword, and the blood of the demon in his body flowed out rapidly, turning into a red spear on his left palm, and then threw it at the Taoist. Although the Taoist retreated again and again, the spear also turned and held on

With the help of smoke huā disguise, the Daoist could have pierced the fourth blood clan's sword through xiōng, but at this time, he had to instantly summon back the small sword and forcibly block the sharp attack blood technique. After a tooth-souring grinding sound, most of the half-burst blood spears reluctantly changed their tracks and shot into a corner, raising a cloud of smoke with a pungent smell of blood. However, the red sè sword in the Taoist's hand was also shaken out of his hand.

Count Carlo's whole body was covered in blood and flames, ignoring the damage of fireworks at all, and directly killing the Taoist with a fierce and bloody aura. The Taoist exhaled deeply, slapped his palms in a counterattack, and with his body as the center, a strong wind swept through the surrounding objects like a tornado, blowing his pitch-black hair and dancing.

His palms were firmly connected with Count Carlo's arms, and a majestic force suddenly caused a series of fractures to erupt from Count Carlo's arms, shoulders, and front xiōng, and the qi that poured into his body followed the pulse, squeezing and destroying his internal organs.

Although he had the upper hand in the fight, the Taoist also felt a stinging pain in his palm, as if the other party's broken bones had pierced his skin. To make matters worse, Carlo's five-finger nails were as sharp as knives at the same time, and they stabbed into the Taoist's forearm without being affected by the shattering of the arm bones.

Although the injury was slight, the pain pierced the bottom of the Taoist's heart like a sharp needle, and this full force palm could not repel the opponent, and the Taoist's face suddenly changed greatly.

"You're done," Carlo smiled with a win, and although the opponent's attack caused her to break countless internal organs, it was nothing to the Bloodline. And more importantly, he has been entangled with the other party, and the blood of the demon xìng has also invaded the opponent's body along the other party's wounds, plus the surrounding subordinates have joined forces, and the victory has been decided

However, his smile froze, and a force ten times stronger than before suddenly erupted from the other party's body, not only forcing out the invading demon blood in the blink of an eye, but also destroying his whole body into a mess. Immediately after that, as a talisman covered his face, he lost consciousness.

"Thank you, brother...... Oh no...... This senior rescued ......" After a talisman covered the face of Count Carlo, who was in a mess of mud, and completely calmed him, the Taoist turned around and thanked Wang Zongchao, who suddenly appeared behind him without warning, with a shocked look on his face. And several blood clans around have already fallen to the ground and turned into ashes.

Although Wang Zongchao looks much younger than him, such unpredictable skills, as well as the true power of the inner family that is far more powerful than him, makes him think that Wang Zongchao must be a senior who has cultivated for many years, but his cultivation is extremely deep and he looks young on the outside.

"My surname is Wang, I didn't expect that I would meet ......my compatriots not long after I came to Europe," Wang Zongchao smiled indifferently, and asked casually: "Why did the Taoist clash with the European blood clan?"

"The junior Heavenly Master taught Zhang Enbo ......" The Taoist politely replied, but when it came to the reason for the conflict with the blood clan, he was a little embarrassed and hesitant.

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