The murderous spirit is in people, and its image is a sword.

The murderous spirit is in the sky, and its image is thunder.

"Boom!"

A dull blast came slowly from the horizon, turning the passing night to dust in the thunder.

Swish!

The first rays of the new day were cast onto a snow-white building, shining through several layers of curtains on a white bed.

On the bed lay a thin young man, and the quilt printed with the red character ten on his body was the only bright light in the room.

The sun shone first on the foot of the bed, and after a quarter of an hour, it slowly moved to the boy's face.

"Hmm!"

A wisp of black smoke rose from the boy's face without warning, and the blackened marks overflowed under the invisible brush, and in just a breath covered the boy's entire face.

Like a cobweb, like a cracked window.

The boy let out a cry of pain, rolled over and fell under the bed.

"Plop!"

The sound of the skull colliding with the tiled floor was dull, like a bell hidden in the mountains for a thousand years, sounded by a half-rotted mallet.

"It's ...... Where is it?"

The boy lay on the ground for a moment, then stood up from the sunlight.

He looked around the room, then raised his hands in front of him.

"It's not my hand...... It's not my body...... What's going on?"

The scorch marks on his face quickly faded as he whispered, and the newborn flesh was as white as a baby.

Photophobic, with the ability to regenerate quickly, he is a Bloodline.

"Whoa!"

Before the boy could figure out how to come to the ward, the door was opened, and an old man stepped through the door, and behind him five nurses rushed in.

"Guan Xiaoming, are you awake?"

There was a warm smile on the old man's face, but there was a burning heat in the smile that fell into the young man's eyes.

It's like a money fan who has seen a rare treasure.

The young man had seen such an expression more than once, and if he had put it in the past, he would have played with it with a mocking heart, but now he can't think of such a thought.

Because he felt a force in the old man's body.

"Monk?"

The young man's heart was tight, but his face was forced to remain silent.

"Hmm...... What's wrong with me?"

The boy was not sure if his identity was in the hands of the other party, and although his current state could be regarded as unprecedentedly bad, he still had some confidence and pride.

He felt that he could fool the old man in front of him, as long as the other party did not find out his identity before he woke up.

He's no ordinary bloodline.

"You lost a lot of blood, fainted in the mine, and have been in a coma for more than half a month. Now that you're just waking up, how can you just get out of bed and walk around? Come on, lie back, we need to give you a check-up. ”

As the old man spoke, two nurses stepped forward and pressed the young man's shoulders left and right, and the young man instinctively wanted to break free, but the situation was unclear at the moment, and after a little consideration, he cooperated with the nurse's movements and sat back on the bed.

At this point, the point of sunlight has shifted from the head of the bed to the floor tiles.

The speed of the light seemed to be somewhat out of line with the objective law, and the boy frowned slightly when he saw this, and at the same time concealed the temporary strangeness between his eyebrows by the movement of getting on the bed sideways.

"What kind of inspection are you going to do?"

He saw what the remaining three nurses were holding: syringes, thermometers, earpieces.

It looked like an ordinary object, but the boy didn't recognize it.

It was a little too long for him.

"It's just a normal check. ”

The old man smiled lightly, but he was still kind.

……

"Hmm!"

The Bloods, who were carried by the clouds and flying at a thin air, suddenly snorted in unison.

It was a pain and a call from the depths of their souls, showing them a direction.

"This reaction is ......!"

A long-lived Bloodclan shouted in surprise, but before he could finish the sentence, his eyes glared and he stood on the spot like a wooden chicken.

Lin Ming opened his eyes, and a pair of dark and shiny eyes were cast in the direction that caused the abnormality.

"Are you awake?"

He said,

"The time is right. ”

The clouds hovered slightly in the air, then turned around and sped straight in a definite direction.

……

"Boom!"

It is impossible not to attract people's attention to the thunder that started at dawn, Mo Ye and Zhao Chongtian, who were standing on the mountain road and talking about cooperation matters, both of them involuntarily snorted coldly when the thunder passed overhead, and Zhao Chongtian's body was lit up with a dark cyan light, and Mo Ye's body was blurred for a while. The power of the 'Tao', which symbolizes the two of them in relative silence, is involuntarily revealed.

The collision of qi stirred up the dust and mud, and the jackdaws in the forest croaked and scattered, and many of the old and weak broke their livers and gallbladders, and fell to the ground and died.

The momentum released by the two was equal, and both sides only shook slightly before they stood firm.

"What is this?"

The two sides had no intention of fighting, and the momentum that suddenly burst out was put away at the same time after the two exchanged glances slightly. Mo Ye looked up at the sky and caught up with the footsteps of the thunder with his gaze.

He had seen thunder that could scare people out of their chopsticks, and he had also seen thunder that woke up the alarm of a vehicle in a small area, but it was the first time he had seen a thunder that could provoke the 'Tao' to react.

The existence that can make the Canglang Sword Intent take the initiative to react must be at the same level as it, and even the existence that still wins.

Mo Ye's perception was unable to capture the presence of any entity in the air.

“……”

Zhao Chongtian also looked at the sky, he muttered for a long time, and when he lowered his head again, his eyes were already completely solemn.

"Mo Daoyou, let's not beat around the bush, we can accept all the conditions you put forward, and we can also do without the control of the angels, but there is only one point: when the world changes, I hope you can stand on our side. ”

Zhao Chongtian said very cautiously.

"Good. ”

Whether it was the rolling thunder passing slowly in the sky or the irrepressible solemnity on Zhao Chongtian's face, Mo Ye realized that something unusual had happened somewhere in this world, and it was really eventful now, since the other party was simply there, then he didn't need to procrastinate.

"I still have something to do, go first, this communication spirit bead is still asked Mo Daoyou to take it first, and then those means of communication in the world are afraid that they will no longer be reliable, Mo Evil Daoyou, do it yourself." ”

Zhao Chongtian threw out a cyan bead, and before Mo Xie questioned the color of the bead, it disappeared in place with a 'snap', leaving only a gossip-shaped imprint on the ground.

"Hey, I don't know how to use this thing!"

Mo Xie grabbed the communication spirit bead, his eyes stunned.

It looks like something big has happened.