The sun of the blood clan has never risen, and there is only a crescent moon in the sky.

This crescent moon was reflected in Lin Ming's eyes, and a small piece of white was extra in the black eyes, small and bright.

"Yellow-skinned monkey! How dare you do it?!"

Hank's right eye sunken, and the deformed eye socket and the blood gushing out of it fully proved how powerful Chen's fist was.

But at the same time, the angry scolding that erupted from Hank's mouth also proved that Chen Ziqiang's strength was not enough.

"Sizzle!"

Chen's collar was torn apart during his powerful punches and Hank's death, and a cut in the placket of his shirt was shattered into Linming's face.

"Smack!"

With a soft sound, the plastic buttons were broken into chips and bounced open when Kankan touched the cilia on Linming's face.

"Boom!"

The opportunity to trigger the switch never requires too much force.

A huge momentum suddenly rose from Lin Ming's body, and the black gas gushed out like a boiling tide, roaring and rushing in all directions.

"Not good!"

The two of them, who wanted to start a fierce duel ♂, were shocked, and then they tacitly stopped each other, jumped back to avoid the black gas like a tide of rage, and relied on the talent of the Bloodclan to turn into wings and flee.

After following Lin Ming's side for a long time, these blood clans had already developed a reaction speed like light, and before their body functions were seized by this momentum, each of them had completed hundreds of escape actions that they had rehearsed.

So they survived.

Lin Ming was lifted into the sky by the black air, he opened his arms to the night moon, his eyes were already pitch black, and words of unknown meaning flowed out of his mouth intermittently:

"Behead three corpses...... ...... the Third Kill"

The Bloods looked at each other.

Their True Ancestor is a madman, and although no one has ever mentioned this in words, there is a similar evaluation in the hearts of everyone in private. If conditions permitted, they would definitely choose to put this True Ancestor under house arrest as a mascot instead of taking him out to die everywhere.

However, this is not a lack of conditions......

This madman is suffocatingly powerful.

Although they can actually breathe without breathing as a Bloodline, this does not prevent them from understanding this power in various senses.

"What big news is True Ancestor going to make again?

The black qi with teeth and claws and the momentum of the rush were not targeted, and the blood clans withdrew from the danger range, and Hank's sunken eye sockets had been puffed back again, but that eye was still closed, thinking that it was still recovering.

This kind of thing of the blood clan, seeing the light dies and sees the light die, but this is comparable to Xiaoqiang's vitality and resilience, which is really not blown.

"Get out of the way! It's not safe here!"

Someone was shouting.

"The moon! It's the moon! Damn, I said don't practice the Yellow Skin Monkey exercises!

Someone pointed to the crescent moon in the sky.

In the past, Xiao Boxing had not gone far from the picture of Yuefa madness turning into a werewolf, and seeing the shadow of the crescent moon flashing in Lin Ming's eyes now, he immediately sat down.

Only Chen Ziqiang, the 'yellow skin monkey', trembled when he heard the word 'beheading three corpses'.

At that moment, a thunderbolt crossed his heart, but he was silent and didn't let the group of ghosts around him know.

"Retreat, retreat, the farther the better!"

The black qi began to shrink after opening its teeth and claws, turning into a pillar that surrounded and supported Lin Ming, and a tower that pointed directly to the sky and the moon.

The tower is still growing.

Chen Ziqiang burst out and turned into a pitch-black arrow and went straight into the distance.

The existence of the Tower of Babel will never be tolerated in this world, either due to external interference or due to internal deficiencies, its collapse is inevitable.

Even Lin Ming could not reverse this objective law.

"Smack!"

A firework exploded in the sky not far away, and a wisp of blue bloomed leisurely among the many scattered points of light.

The Zhao family is here.

The strong momentum swept across without any obstacles, and Zhao Lao was like Beichen, and suddenly appeared under the crescent moon that Lin Ming looked up to.

"Evil Barrier!"

Standing in the long sky, Zhao Lao seems to hold the power of heaven and earth, full of momentum.

He was angry.

He was not angry for reasons such as 'you and other barbarians, and you and other demons dare to offend my heaven and court', but he was angry for some more personal reasons.

He was angry that he had not been able to get Lin Ming before, so that Lin Ming escaped from his hands.

He was even more angry that Lin Ming was still so blatantly bouncing under his nose after he got away, and he was jumping happily, so that the monks in the imperial capital as long as they did not lose their five senses could clearly perceive the movement here.

What he was most angry about was that he had come here at this moment, and Lin Ming was still looking at the night moon.

Lin Ming didn't take him seriously at all.

So he made a fury move.

The large yin-yang diagram of the grinding disc rotated and brought out a trace of black cracks in the surrounding air, and the moves made by Zhao Lao in anger were not beautiful at all, and the yin-yang diagram was slapped on the inside of his head like a brick.

"Smack!"

Condescending and angry, this trick cannot be missed.

Zhao Lao's yin and yang diagram smashed on Lin Ming's head plainly, and then he didn't move.

It's like an old book being slapped on the student's head, and the only thing that is shattered is a dream.

"Sizzle......

Zhao Lao sensed something, his face changed instantly, and without saying a word, he let go of the yin and yang diagram and withdrew. Under his gaze, the yin-yang diagram, which was originally the size of a millstone, slowly rotated, shrinking with each turn.

The black and white powder is constantly peeling off the yin-yang diagram and dispersing into the air, swallowing up the cracks it carries.

What is this?

Zhao Lao's face turned pale.

His 'Dao' was shattered without even a finger being moved?

Are you kidding?

"Old Zhao!"

In the distance, there was a group of points of light galloping, it was a flying sword and a monk who came from the sword.

The Imperial City Guards, a team composed of the most elite forces in the Imperial Capital's Xiuzhen Clan, and the warriors who are always prepared for unknowable conflicts have been sent to patrol the Imperial Capital and the outside tonight in case of any emergency. The fireworks that exploded earlier were the summons of the escort team, and the arrival of the vanguard detachment of this unit was only less than ten seconds slower than Zhao Lao.

"Retreat!

The countermeasures that had been shouted at and pursued by many blood clans before were now changed to a mouth and were roared out for the Nth time.

Old Zhao's face was pale, and his forehead was dlistening with sweat.

He stepped backwards, moving away from Lin Ming, who had not yet made any indications, in an extremely cautious manner.

Zhao Lao clearly realized one thing: I am afraid that this place can not stay any longer.