Bloodlines, or vampires, are races that are involved in traditional Western mythology, and even today, movies with the theme of 'vampires' are endless.

However, perhaps those directors don't know that this race really exists.

However, their presence is clearly at odds with what is described in the book.

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"Quiet!"

Lawrence, dressed in a modest gown, stood on a high platform and shouted to the people in the hall.

More than two hundred Bloods had gathered in the spacious hall, and the crowd was crowded, and the whispers between each other gradually converged into a noisy music. Such gatherings are rare among the Blood Clan, and in fact, there are times when two Blood Clan elders of equal status do not see each other for hundreds of years unless necessary.

The era when the true ancestor is not visible has lasted for too long, as the saying goes, 'there is no tiger in the mountains, and the monkey is called the king', and the powerful clans in the clan have appeared in their own ways. They participated in this grand event with their own hearts.

At this moment, with Lawrence's voice, everyone stopped talking at the same point in time, as if they had been rehearsed in advance.

They set their sights on the throne in the center of the hall.

"True Ancestor has arrived!"

As if some kind of court occupation in the Celestial Empire had been introduced by a foreign country in ancient times, a shrill voice came from behind the throne, and then, a blood-red shadow appeared on the throne out of thin air.

Inside the main hall, there is a wind passing through.

"See True Ancestor!"

Everyone in the hall, even some beings with different intentions, had to do a good job of saving face at this moment.

"Get up and speak. ”

On the throne, Lin Ming's voice did not have the slightest warmth to speak of.

Earlier, he wanted to leave those words behind and return to the Celestial Empire, but after all, Lin Ming was the embodiment of reason.

Moreover, the main force who fought with the Venerable Master Chase before was Lin Ming, and Lin Ming knew the power of the cultivator very thoroughly.

He knew that even if he had changed into the body of the Blood Clan True Ancestor by chance at this moment, he still didn't have the confidence to kill the other party on the premise of giving up the 'home field advantage'.

Moreover, in the Heavenly Empire, the number of cultivators was by no means at the level of 'two or three big cats and small cats'.

The trip to the Celestial Empire is bound to be dangerous, and Lin Ming must bring enough manpower, so if he falls into a disadvantage when the time comes, there are still a few 'humanoid bombs' that can be used.

A vampire who has lived for hundreds of years has a stronger spiritual power than a mortal who has lived for decades.

"Lord Xie Zhenzu!"

Representatives from all the clans stood up, and some of them were presumptuous enough to raise their heads and look towards the presence on the throne.

"Humph!"

For Lin Ming, he could see all the thoughts of the 'shrimp soldiers and crab generals' at the bottom at a glance, so at the moment when those eyes came, Lin Ming snorted coldly and released all the momentum on his body.

The cold spiritual power, the surging blood energy, the two forces of familiarity and jerkiness were mobilized by him at the same time.

He was going to do it again after yesterday's routine.

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Southern Xinjiang, for Mo Ye, this place has only been seen in books.

In the book, this is a land of hidden dragons and crouching tigers, and strange people and strange people emerge in an endless stream.

Gujutsu, Walking Dead, Spells......

Originally, he didn't believe in these things, but to this day, he has to be wary.

Because, when he flew out of the city, he encountered a roadblock.

It was an old woman, with a wrinkled face, and if it weren't for a large red snake around her neck and a black cane floating in the air at her feet, not many people would have noticed her.

Walking in the sky, it is either a cultivator or a supernatural - but anyway, there is no difference between the two for Mo Ye, they are both people who have come to kill him.

They were all the people he was going to kill.

"Old lady, what are you doing?"

The old lady happened to be in the direction of Mo Xie's advance, and her eyes were full of gloom.

It's not good......

Mo Xie already had a new understanding of the efficiency of the Celestial Empire, and after completing the unilateral declaration of war on the military on the buildings in the city, someone found him in less than a quarter of an hour.

Mo Ye's consciousness had already locked on the Huolin Sword in the bracelet space, and he stared at the old woman's eyes, as long as the other party had the slightest movement, he would burst out.

With Mo Xie's level, he wanted to fight against the cultivators, this was the only way he could win.

"You're Mo Ye?"

The old woman met Mo Ye's gaze indifferently, her eyes were jet black, Mo Ye had reason to believe that she should have been a beauty when she was young.

"Huh?"

Mo Xie realized that he was distracted at the moment when the old woman spoke, and his brows furrowed.

"Illusion?"

However, this 'moment' was enough for the old woman.

"Hurry!"

With a trick in his hand, a black light rushed straight to the door of Mo Yemian, and as soon as they met, the old woman was directly killed.

"Dang!"

The black light did not directly penetrate Mo Xie's face as the old woman thought, after all, he used to share a body with a guy of Lin Ming's level, and Mo Xie's resistance to illusion is not strong.

When he came back to his senses, he had time to take out the Huolin Sword, and then slashed diagonally from the bottom to the top according to the trajectory of the black light.

The red light greeted the black light, and Mo Ye's whole person fell from mid-air as if he had been struck by lightning.

"That's a lot of strength!"

Mo Xie felt the blood qi in his body surging for a while, and he was glad that he took this move in the air and not on land, otherwise, he would have spurted out a mouthful of blood at this moment.

And it was at this moment that Mo Xie saw clearly the weapon that attacked him - it was the crutch that was still under the old woman's feet before.

"Fire Lin Sword!"

After all, it was the exchange of blood, and the blood qi in Mo Ye's body quickly calmed down, and the others were still in mid-air before they stopped falling, and their mouths were already sounding.

In the moment of lightning, the sword in Mo Ye's hand had already been taken off.

This was the first time Mo Xie had encountered an opponent who could knock his weapon flying with the first blow -- you must know that the arm he used to hold the sword was the 'Qilin Arm'! Although the Sanjiao Entrance was not opened, ten percent of his ability could only be used for less than three or four percent, but these three or four percent alone were already very impressive.

This man is invincible!

Mo Ye's thinking is very clear, but at this moment, he can't help it.

"Whoosh!"

In the perceptual perspective, the crutch that had been blocked by the Huolin Sword and the Qilin Arm circled slightly in the air for a while before turning sharply, looking at the momentum, it was obviously to wear Mo Ye into a string rhythm.

"Made!

Secretly scolding, Mo Ye twisted his waist in mid-air, and folded the falling momentum of his body into a horizontal like a fish turning in the water.

"Da!"

How fast was the speed of the black light? Mo Xie staggered the direction, and it grazed Mo Ye's body and shot into the sparsely populated suburban land below.

"Hiss......"

Mo Ye caught the Huolin Sword that he had recalled with one hand, and with the other he took off his coat.

"Damn, you've broken my clothes. ”

A long hole appeared on the vest of this coat, and at the same time, Mo Ye felt a slight pain in his vest, thinking that he hadn't dodged fast enough just now, but it seemed that the injury should not be too serious, at most, it was the level of broken skin.

However, this is enough.

Mo Xie fully felt the old woman's killing intent from this blow.

He raised his head and looked up at the old woman who was above him, and there was already silver in his eyes.

"Sword Nineteen!"

Mo Ye heard a cold voice coming from his throat.