The Bloodlines have fallen.

Yes, no matter what words are used to embellish it, this fact cannot be concealed.

As a race that can even be killed by portable money detectors, the label 'immortal' is a joke.

Thousands of years ago, this race was even beaten up the mountain gate by cultivators for a time, and the casualties were not counted, and even the True Ancestor level characters were almost slaughtered. If it weren't for the changes within the cultivators and the rise of technology, this race would really be finished.

There was a feud between the Blood Clan and the cultivators, however, the Blood Clan who had lost the holy relics had no capital to take revenge at all, but they never gave up the ideals in their hearts.

Recreate the glory of the Bloodline!

Achieve the great revival of the Bloodline!

To do this, they can do whatever it takes.

"Hundreds of years of lying on the back...... Hopefully, everything that is expected is not a flash in the pan. ”

From the very beginning, the actions of Lin Ming and his party were not recognized by the so-called 'official', and even the fact that Lin Ming, the 'True Ancestor', was dug up from the Heavenly Dynasty was only the result of the unilateral efforts of a certain clan.

On the vast sea, thousands of freighters are lining up towards the coastline of the Celestial Empire, as neat as an array of troops.

The red sun rises from the back of the continent, and the blazing majesty makes people dare not look at it directly, faintly lining this eastern continent is extremely sacred.

In the center of the queue stood a figure on the cargo ship, dressed in a classic black suit that lingered in the night, his face was as pale as snow, and a pair of sunglasses on the bridge of his nose reflected the sky and clouds, setting off his full head of blonde hair, like a divine oracle coming out of a church mural.

The man stood at the bow of the boat, watching the magnificent sunrise in the distance, and the sea breeze blowing on his face, blowing his brow.

"Early in the morning, can you come here and pretend to be realistic?"

A crisp voice rang out behind the man, and a petite girl appeared on the deck at some point, holding what looked like a bag of milk and a straw.

"That's true! Running around again! People still think you've been captured by those stinky Taoist priests! What a worry-free brother!"

The girl's hair color is the same as that of the man, and her delicate facial features show her potential to become a stunner, but, unfortunately, she is destined to not be able to grow into the kind of stunner that everyone expected.

"Erica......"

The man's brow furrowed even more at the voice, and he turned around with a helpless smile on his face.

"Hurry up! The elders are already urging, what will happen if you don't attend the pre-war mobilization meeting!"

The girl was also wearing sunglasses, and her blonde hair was tied into two ponytails, and she threw the two things in her hand to the man.

"Oh. ”

The man caught the "milk" and the straw, inserted the straw into the bag, and brought it to his mouth to suck.

The dark red liquid is betrayed by the transparent straw, along with the identity of the man and woman.

"I can't stand those old guys......"

The man shrugged his shoulders and turned his back to the sun as he removed his glasses, which were hidden under a pair of eyes that looked like ruby.

He closed his eyes, sucking in the dark red blood in the bag as he walked around the mountain of containers and into the cabin.

"No way, who made my brother a 'daywalker'?"

The girl jumped up and down behind the man.

"I can't help it......"

The blood in the bag had been sucked out, and the man casually threw the bag away, and the bag swayed in the wind for a while, and finally fell into the sea, and after a few waves, it was hard to be seen, just like the man's last words.

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Southern Xinjiang, on the train.

Mo Xie had managed to sneak into the carriage, but since the seats in the carriage were already full, and there were even many passengers who had purchased standing tickets, the middle of the carriage was extremely crowded, and Mo Xie had to rest on the wall with one hand while burying his head in the crook of his arm and pretending to sleep.

The final stop of this train is Xijing, if there is no accident, Mo Xie can sit all the way to leave southern Xinjiang smoothly and arrive in Xijing, even if it is to steal the car and drive back, it will not take a day and a half.

However, if things can go on so smoothly, the heavens will not agree to it.

At present, the whole of southern Xinjiang is under martial law, and there are routine inspections along the railway line, and now the frequency of these inspections has increased several times out of thin air.

In three hours, the train had passed three stations, stopping at each station for more than half an hour, and each carriage had a strip with armbands on it to be checked, and if it hadn't been for Mo Xie's witty way of taking a ticket from the trouser pocket of some unlucky man, and pretending to be confused, squatting in the toilet from time to time, and not showing his face no matter how the police officers checked, he would have been exposed.

"Damn, we can't go on like this!"

Standing and sleeping is something that is difficult for ordinary people to do, and it is almost impossible not to attract attention, let alone sleeping all the way, Mo Xie thought about it and finally took advantage of a toilet trip to get into the cargo car.

There were all kinds of sacks, boxes, and even express boxes in the freight car, and Mo Xie picked and chose a large sack to open and get in.

The sack originally contained thousands of letters, and Mo Xie put most of them in the bracelet, and then moved the pile of goods, squeezing the sack he was hiding in into the depths of the pile.

Then, the whole world was quiet, even when the train stopped at the stations along the road, no one came in to disturb Mo Ye at all, and after three stops in a row, Mo Ye relaxed and began to work cross-legged.

From last night until now, this is the rare time he can use to recover his form.

Outside the window, the sun moved over time, and a few hours later, a large cloud drifted through the north, and since then, the sun has been hidden behind the clouds and has not been seen again.

The weather is starting to be overcast, and thousands of kilometers away in Xijing is already overcast.

"Boom!

Outside Xijing City, a group of men and horses gathered on the railway, and they carried shovels and other tools to dismantle the old section of the railroad tracks.

"Give me a little sharpness in your hands and feet! Go back early after dismantling it early! If anyone moves slowly and drags everyone down, I won't kill him when the matter is over!"

There was a person in the team who was spitting and spitting, and the workers hurriedly quickened their movements.