The overflowing black retreated into his pupils, and Lin Ming got up from the recliner, and the sun was already in the west in the northwest town where the blood clan was temporarily resting.

waved his hand and summoned Chen Ziqiang, who had been waiting for a long time, since the incident at the 'lake', Chen Ziqiang was unanimously elected by many blood clans to become a close minister by Linming's side.

"True Ancestor!"

Chen Ziqiang looked at Lin Ming with a look of sincere fear.

"Tell me to go down: rest for another day, and leave for the imperial capital tomorrow. ”

Lin Ming commanded.

"Yes...... So ...... Jianye?"

Chen Ziqiang said.

"Just keep it as it is. ”

The news of the appearance of a large number of angels in Jianye naturally could not be concealed from the intelligence agency of the blood clan, and the voices that were originally in the blood clan's council against Lin Ming's 'trip to the heavens and dynasties' were all silenced overnight, and the major families fought one after another, and the calls for 'holy war' rose higher and higher.

As a race that also bears wings, the one who represents the darkness is never compatible with the one that represents the light.

Especially when there is an imbalance of forces on both sides.

Angel Tianke Blood Clan, and it is precisely because of this restraint that the Blood Clan played a very disgraceful role in the extinction of the Western God Clan ten thousand years ago.

There is no turning back from the shooting, and now that the angels have returned, all they can do is try their best to stop and suppress.

Only this time they no longer have help from the 'Eastern allies'.

Once allies, they have long become mortal enemies.

Lin Ming has always taken a 'non-stance' approach to the demands of the major branches of the blood clan, but after contacting Mo Ye through Zhou Xinyan as a medium, he has obtained almost complete information.

He is already clear about the situation of the so-called 'angels' who appear in Jianye at the moment.

That level of weak chicken, you don't need to take it to heart at all.

"Go to the imperial capital and capture the 'Heavenly Eye'!"

Lin Ming smiled, and he smiled evilly, and Chen Ziqiang, who was still waiting for his life on the side, was terrified.

He had never seen such an expression on the face of this 'moody' True Ancestor.

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"There are thirteen days left until the next top pack mission. ”

In the first layer of the 'Heavenly Realm', Mo Xie was constantly carving the Soul Destroying Seal on his right arm, and the black qi was entrenched on his right hand like a maggot on the tarsal bone, and he had no idea how much blood he had to pay and how many talismans he had to draw to expel it.

At least not a day or two, because he had already spent two days on this right hand.

His face was already as white as paper, and his eye sockets were even deeper, and it was predictable that if he continued to adhere to the current 'course of treatment', it was only a matter of time before he collapsed.

It's just that he really has no other way to deal with this black qi, whether it is letting the angels release light spells on his right hand or directly pressing his right hand against the angel's body, it can't improve his current situation.

The black qi attached to his hand was different from those black arrows, it seemed to be very principled, and it would never kill innocents indiscriminately.

"Smack. ”

The last bottle of 'blood medicine' on his body was already in his stomach, and the empty bottle fell to the ground, and a crack climbed from the bottom of the bottle all the way to the bottleneck.

After persisting for two days, even with the support of the medicine, Mo Ye was already about to squeeze out the bleeding, not to mention that the medicine had been cut off now.

No longer engraving the engraving, Mo Ye's left hand four fingers and into a knife-shaped.

"Whew!"

The white flame of light made a knife shape around his palm, Mo Ye's face was numb, and a trace of struggle flashed in his eyes, but in the end he still waved his hand.

The knife landed at the base of his right arm, and a large arm fell in response.

"Ahh

Mo Xie thought he could accomplish everything in silence, but in the end he still cried out—not because of pain, but because of shame.

Lin Ming himself broke one of his hands without showing up, shame and shame.

The black qi spread rapidly on the right arm that fell to the ground, and before it turned completely black, Mo Xie put it into the spatial bracelet, where time stood still.

"Holy Scriptures, give me a list of the tasks I have received so far. ”

The serious injury to the broken arm did not make Mo Ye shed much blood, on the one hand, the blood in his body was really not rich, on the other hand, this was a premeditated and even rehearsed operation after all, and Mo Ye had already arranged for postoperative care.

Wrapping the wound with a clean bandage, and at the same time sealing the acupuncture points and blood vessels of the wound, Mo Ye's complexion was no worse than when this right arm was still on him.

After treating the wound, Mo Xie communicated with the Holy Text.

He is short of money now.

"The leg was broken, the job was lost, and the murderous guy was made into a sculpture to stand in the city. God, if you really exist, how can you allow this world to go on so wildly?"

"It hurts, it hurts all over my body. Damn fog, damn monsters, and that damn bucket of gasoline and damn me. Why did I rush to light the torch in the first place? I must have been crazy. God, if you can hear me, take away my pain, and the fog and monsters out there. ”

"O God, O Buddha, O Allah, whatever kind of gods and ghosts, show mercy and manifest spirits to free me from this car!

…………

The Holy Scriptures obviously still didn't want to deal with the poor ghost, so Mo Xie received a jumble of prayers, and the amount of information was so large that he almost stumbled to the ground and fainted.

After two days and two nights of fighting against the black qi, both his spirit and his physical strength have fallen to the bottom.

"Damn, these are really the right ......"

Mo Xie glanced at his broken arm and then listened to the task list that could be called a 'special session for the disabled', and his head was full of black lines for a while.

"Obviously, the one in the car can't wait until thirteen days later, and the one with the broken leg can be considered, but the object of the person's remnants is obviously not something I can handle......

Mo Xie analyzed the information with difficulty, and he roughly guessed which worlds a few of them came from, considering that now that he had broken a hand, his strength was slightly reduced, and some worlds with too high force value were directly ignored by him.

He's there to earn points, not to find abuse.

"Let's do some recovery exercises first......"

Mo Ye moved his left hand, and with the help of telekinesis, he began to practice some simple sword moves.